"Oh so heartwarming, John, maybe you're better at this than I thought!" Moriarty sang loudly.
"Moriarty," John spoke, "Leave my son and Sherlock alone and just shoot me."
"John!-" Sherlock screamed
"Shut up Sherlock. This is my game too. My son, my spouse, my choice."
Moriarty cocked his head to the side and put the gun in the center of John's forehead. John bit his lip and closed his eyes.
"Sherlock," He said, his strong voice faltering every so little,
"John, please don't…" Sherlock said stepping forward.
"Sherlock , just, for the love of god, take care of him."
"I can't-"
"You'll have to now!"
"Are we about done with this little domestic squabble!?"Moriarty snapped, "It's ever so heartwarming but, I'm BORED! You lot have become so boring! All the sentiment has ruined you! I hope this hardens that soul of yours back up Sherlock."
John opened his eyes and glared at the man holding a gun to his head.
He had no clue.
