I actually had my roommate help me with ideas on this chapter. She has never seen BBC Sherlock so her ideas were a little off but I really needed something so we came up with this. If it is stupid I blame my roommate.
"Jim, Jim Moriarty," The short psycho sang strolling down the aisle with a large grin on his face. Confusion spread over the prince's face. It occurred to him by the way John had reacted that the blond knew these people but Sherlock didn't quite recognize him. "Hum," Jim hummed sucking in a breath. "Do I really make such a fleeting impression? Or I suppose that was rather the point. You see, I was trying to get you to notice my children not me." Two red dots danced around on John and Sherlock's chests as if the mention of Moriarty's children made the dots excited.
"Who are you?" Sherlock finally spoke. No one made a move. The guests stayed silent watching the event play out in terror. The guards couldn't do a thing without the chance of the Sherlock and John getting hurt or even killed. Even the queen watched helplessly on her throne looking over the whole thing on her balcony as Jim strolled closer to her endangered son and son-in-law.
"Well," Moriarty said looking insulted, "I can tell Johnny-boy doesn't talk much about his family, how rude."
"What do you want," The prince demanded as his love leaned heavier on him. John was losing a lot of blood and began to turn a little pale. Jim smiled at the sight before him. His stepson and the prince looked so helpless and it made the psycho feel overly powerful.
"I want you to marry one of my children," Moriarty said after a dramatic pause.
"Or what, you'll kill us?" Sherlock pouted in disappointment, "Dull."
"Kill you?" Jim asked with sarcastic surprise. "No, don't be so obvious. No, I'll just let your little fiancé bleed to death and force you to marry one of my children anyway. I honestly could do this either way but having my stepson watch you marry someone else is just to fun." Moriarty stood three feet before them grinning like a mad man. His smile seemed to grow wider and wider as John paled more and more. "So, what will it be? Let John die and be forced to marry or let him live and marry willingly." The prince looked down at John. The blond looked tired and pale. He clutched his gushing shoulder with one hand and hung on to Sherlock with the other.
"Alright," The dark haired boy agreed angrily. If it were anyone else dying Sherlock could easily let them die, but not John. John was everything to him. It was strange to feel so much love for an individual and the prince wanted to smack himself for not realizing before that love could be his down fall. John Watson would always be Sherlock Holmes's one and only weakness.
Jim motioned behind himself with a wave of a hand and the red dot on John disappeared. Andy stepped in to view and as he approached Sherlock, the prince could automatically tell that he hated this boy. Moriarty gave Sherlock and expecting look and the prince kissed his love's forehead and sat him down on the floor slowly. John laid there, pain making his sight foggy and watched as Sherlock stood above him. The prince's sad eyes bore in to him and seemed to be saying sorry.
"Sherlock," John choked. It wasn't till now that the blond noticed how weak he had actually gotten.
"Yes, John?" Sherlock asked quietly. Everyone watched and was able to listen for it was so silent in the room that if you dropped a pin it could be heard all around.
"I love you," The pale boy whispered, tears dropped from his eyes and on to the floor.
"I love you, John," Sherlock replied holding back his own tears, not wanting anyone to see his emotions. "Let's get this over with," The tall boy spat looking toward Jim.
Andy and Sherlock stood at the altar. Neither looked very happy and neither was. Andy didn't want to marry the prince and he wasn't sure why Sally wasn't the one doing it. The minister began the ceremony. John could hear the ceremony begin. He felt weak and useless but he knew he couldn't let this happen, not after all he had been through. The blond blinked a few times, waited for his strength to build and then finally braved through the pain in his shoulder as he sat up and looked over at the prince and Andy only a few feet away getting married.
"I now pronounce you-" The minister said before being interrupted.
"No!" John yelled and stood up on wobbly legs. "Jim, you have controlled me my entire life. I will not let you control the one I love." The blond pulled out the gun he had gotten from his fairy godfather and pointed it at Moriarty. A pain burst through John's side making Jim smile. The blonde stumble back a little but ignored the pain. Screams from the crowed and yells from Sherlock all seemed to blur away.
This was between Jim and John. The latter would rather die than see his stepfather force the love of his life to marry someone else. He held the gun in his shaky hand has still as he could. He glared at Jim Moriarty and Moriarty smiled back. Another pain split through the shorter boy's thigh. He yelled in pain and fell to his knees still pointing the gun at Jim. Sherlock tried to run to John but was held back by Andy. A red dot appeared on John's head.
"Any last words Johnny-boy," Jim asked gleefully. John smiled determinedly yet sadly. He looked to Sherlock as if to say sorry. The prince stopped his struggles to take in John's glance.
"I have two in fact," John answered looking to his enemy. "Fuck you." John pulled the trigger of his gun just as Sally pulled the trigger of her sniper rifle.
"John!" Sherlock screamed slamming his fist in to Andy's face and running to his love. Everything seemed to go in slow motion. In a split second Jim's expression went from an evil grin to a surprised look before a bullet hit him in between the eyes and making him fall on to the floor. At that same time the bullet headed for John's head was headed fast toward him. Sherlock knew he couldn't stop John from dying but that didn't stop him from trying.
John watched as Sherlock ran toward him and then he turned to see the small tinny object of doom heading for him. He wondered what was taking so long for either one to each him. Seconds passed and then a minute. Why did it seem as though time had stopped? The blond soon realized that time had, in fact, stopped. He slumped lower to the floor feeling the pain of the three gunshots he had gotten.
"John," A familiar voice said casually. John jerked around and found Mycroft poking at the wide eyed dead body of Jim on the floor with his umbrella.
"Yes," The blond jumped a little in surprise.
"You get in to so much trouble so very often," Mycroft stated in disappointment. He strolled up to John and looked down at the bleeding boy. The blond was surprised he hadn't died from blood loss by now.
"Yes, well, I'm just unlucky I guess," the dying boy responded trying to stay sat up but eventually failed in his attempts and fell to the floor. "Why couldn't you stop time sooner, I donno, maybe before I got shot."
"I had other business to attended to," Mycroft answered. "Now John, I will heal you but this really has to be the last time I help. I am a very busy man." The tall man smiled and touched John's forehead. The short boy closed his eyes for a moment and then opened them. He found himself on his knees, Sherlock racing toward him, and the queen yelling for her guards. John watched as Andy ran away only to be caught. The prince embraced John and clung to him. The bullet that was going towards John before had vanished and no one really thought about it as John's evil stepsiblings were captured.
"Alright?" Sherlock panicked. John was still a little stunned that he felt no more pain and that everything was finally okay. Most of all, he felt guilty for killing his Jim, although he wasn't a very nice man anyway. "Are you alright?" Sherlock asked louder.
"Yeah," John said snapping out of his thoughts of guilt. "I'm fine." The prince's arms were tight around his lover and as everyone was in motion around them, trying to clean up this disaster, John and Sherlock just sat there, together as if to never let go. John knew that later he would have to explain how he was all of a sudden healed and not dying.
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I usually respond individually but lately I've been busy. Just finished week two of college and it has been very busy. So, if this chapter is not well written sorry :(
I think this fic will have one more chapter which will include the wedding night!
Announcement: Anyone who is waiting for my fairytale fics! I have news. Once I finish repunzel!John and Cinderella!John I will start up two more but only after I finish the ones I'm working on now.