"No you won't!"
Jim's singsongy voice hangs in there air and then Sherlock's kneeling in front of John.
"Alright? Are you alright?" Sherlock asks, his fingers working at the straps of the bomb.
"Yeah, yeah. Yeah I'm fine," John breathes.
Sherlock flings the coat away as John yells his name. Sherlock looks at John and then runs outside to look for Moriarty, before coming back inside and pacing back and forth.
"Are you okay?" John asks from where he's resting.
"Me. Yeah fine. I'm fine," Sherlock says quickly, itching the back of his head with the barrel of the gun. He looks at John. "That uh, that thing that you, uh, did, um, that you offered to do, that was, um, good."
"I'm glad no one saw that," John replies softy.
"Hmm?"
"You ripping my clothes off in a darkened swimming pool. People might talk."
"People do little else."
They smile at each other and John starts to get up. And then he notices the red dot of the sniper's rifle.
A voice rings through the pool. "Sorry boys! I'm so changeable! It is a weakness with me. But to be fair to myself, it is my only weakness. You can't be allowed to continue. You just can't." Sherlock looks at John and they both know that Jim is back.
