A/N: Wrote this chapter listening to the Hunger Games soundtrack :) strangely inspiring...

Katielou101, sorry my laptop wouldn't let me reply to your review, and I promise from here on out there will be now more John-ness :D

"I shouldn't be here."

"But you came anyway John"

"A friend told me I should"

"And you always listen to this friend?"

John held his old therapist's gaze, No he thought silently I do not normally listen to Mycroft Holmes yet here I am

"He didn't really give me a choice. He told me I should start preparing for the worst"

"What is the 'worst' John?"

Her tone seemed patronising to John. He knew she was only doing her job but still. He watched her passively for a moment keeping his face blank of emotions.

"Losing Sherlock and Harry"

"What do they mean to you John?"

"He's my best mate and she's my sister!"

"Do you think that they are going to die?"

"Don't say it like that!"

"Like what John?"

"Like both of them dying is inevitable. They both stand a good chance. They can fight they can…You know what I was right. I shouldn't have come here. Nothing's happened" John pushed his chair back and stood up, he didn't bother to look back at his therapist as he walked towards the door

"Yet"

"What?" he turned around now. He glared at her, anger bubbling up "What is that supposed to mean?"

"You know the rules of the Hunger Games John. Only one can live. Either way you are going to have to lose at least one of them. You have to prepared for that loss"

John ran his tongue across the back of his teeth. Mind running through what he could say back but he stopped, opening the door and striding out letting the door swing shut noisily behind him.

"Where is she?" Harry scanned the wall of tree's

"Coming"

"Any advances on that?"

"Get ready" Sherlock drew his bow back eyes fixed on a spot beyond the trees. Seconds later a woman burst through the trees

"Surrender" the woman, Joanna, growled "And I'll kill you quickly"

Sherlock released an arrow letting it scratch her arm. A warning shot

"That's how you want to play?" she leaned on her good leg and grinned madly "Looks like this is going to be easy"

Sherlock drew another arrow

"Ready?" he asked Harry

"Why not" Harry stood on the balls of her feet nodding to Sherlock but not taking her eyes off Joanna

Sherlock released another arrow doing more damage this time

"Playing Robin Hood?" Joanna snarled pouncing on Sherlock. He side stepped, allowing her to fall into the mud. The knife she'd been holding had punctured the skin of her stomach. Only a flesh wound but it still bled. She jumped up but Sherlock was ready. He had an arrow pointed at her head. Her hand held a knife.

They were at a stalemate, either could act first. Either of them could die so easily.

Sherlock was about to release the bow string when she cried out in pain. Face quickly going slack. Her body slipped sideways. Eyes gazing forwards. She fell to the floor. Behind her stood Harry, blood splattered on her face. Joanna lay dead on the floor Harry's knife in her neck. The canon sounded.

No matter how much he tried John couldn't be angry with Harry. He'd killed people before and not just at war.

When he'd first met Sherlock he'd killed the cabbie for him after knowing him for barely a day.

Now Harry to had saved the Detective's life. Not that Sherlock would ever admit it.

John pressed the base of his palms against his eyes. Just watching the Games seemed to drain him. Mrs Hudson had told him it wasn't healthy to watch TV all day in hope that he would catch sight of Sherlock and Harry so he'd taken up more hours at the surgery. But as Sarah had pointed out he couldn't work 24/7. Today he was on a forced day off and of course it would be the day Harry killed her first Tribute.

He sighed heavily and headed towards the kitchen a cup of tea seemed like a good idea.

The flat now had a plentiful supply of milk. John hadn't realised how much tea Sherlock drank.

The kettle clicked and the bubbling water calmed down. John poured the water into his favourite mug ignoring Sherlock's empty one that sat a metre away on the end of the counter. John stirred the tea quickly watching the liquid slosh around the mug before picking it up and going back to the TV

"Good" Sherlock decided "That was good"

"Good" Harry joked "Good? I just killed a person. I murdered her. I'm a murderer"

Sherlock didn't know how to respond to that, it was true. She had just murdered someone, but it was for survival.

How primitive Sherlock thought. Then he noticed it. In the corner of his eye, a camera. Impulse took over he redrew his arrow and span on his heel, the camera had been watching them, he pulled the bow back and with a satisfying crack the camera lens shattered

"Was that a good idea?" Harry asked him looking up at him

"No"

John blinked. His tea remaining untouched on the table by his leg He had never seen Sherlock look that angry. The man was normally so controlled and passive towards everything. But the look of hatred in Sherlock's eyes as he'd released the arrow, the pure hostility. John felt a shiver run down his spine and silently prayed that Sherlock didn't do anything stupid.

"I'm going for a walk" Sherlock told Harry "You should stay here"

"Why?"

"I'm going to see if they plan to 'punish' me for breaking their toys" he seemed amused

"Oh"

"Stay here and eat something whatever it is you want to do"

"Go home"

"If you can work out how feel free to" with that he was gone

Harry stared after him for a moment. She didn't understand him.

Tonight that sky was once more lit up, the group photo reappeared. The 5 Tributes who died on the first day faded, then Joanna and Amy faded

"HELLO TRIBUTES" boomed the voice "2 OF YOU DIED TODAY."

Joanna came up on screen.

Isle of Man:

Joanna Bennet

Wales:

Amy Tyler

"ONLY 6 OF YOU REMAIN. TOMORROW BRINGS A NEW DAY. NEW HOPE. GOOD NIGHT TRIBUTES"

Harry buried her face in her hands sobbing silently. It was better to cry now while the detective wasn't here. She knew that he would work it out but that wasn't the point. She stumbled into the cave drawing the fleece blanket over her trembling shoulders. She let her body slip into sleep, knowing the cost would probably be dreaming of the death she'd caused.

She was peacefully sleeping, the blanket draped over her holding her body heat in.

"Harriet" the distant call of Sherlock Holmes made her growl with annoyance.

"Piss off"

"Harriet!" louder this time. More urgent…

"What?" she sat up, she could see him sprinting towards the cave an orange glow behind him

"There's a fire. We need to go!" he leaned in and grabbed her wrist "Come one!"

"No!" she yanked her wrist back to grab the blanket and their bag of supplies, she threw Sherlock his sheath of spare arrows

"No we can go" she jumped up, she shielded her eyes from the dancing orange flames that were metres away. Sherlock grabbed her wrist again and they started to run again. But the flames gave chase. Harry's lungs burned at the smoke that was filling them.

"Duck!" Sherlock yanked her to the floor as a ball of fire flew over there heads. He was up again in seconds dragging her behind him, part of Harry's mind wandered if this was how John felt living with the man. The rest of her mind was screaming at her to run.

"Watch out" Sherlock's voice sounded distant even though he was right beside here. Another fireball flew past this one catching Sherlock's arm. He gave hiss of pain but kept running. He dragged her through a bush to bring them out into a small opening. Then there wasn't anywhere else to run. They'd reached a cliff edge

"We're going to die!" she shrieked

"It's very likely but not today" with that he pushed her off the cliff. She screamed before she broke the surface. She was dragged back up to see Sherlock standing on the cliff edge looking down at her.

"Sher-" she was cut off as she was dragged under by the current. She kicked desperately to reach the surface but was dragged deeper. Black spots started clouding her vision. The current threw her forwards. She couldn't work out which way was up. She was thrown into a rock slicing a new wound into her arm. More black spots came. Her lungs burned. Her mind screamed at her telling her to breath. Her lips slid open a few precious bubbles of air were sucked out and water found it's way in. Black was everywhere now. Her thoughts were muddled.

Sorry John

The darkness took her.