I was silent.
"Oh my god!" John shouted.
Sherlock walked in the opposite direction, obviously trying to think of something.
"Why do you always...?" John shout-asked, trailing off. "Why do you never call the police?!"
"It's no use now." Sherlock murmured.
"So, you can't switch the bomb off," John shouted. "You can't switch the bomb off, and you didn't call the police."
Sherlock stared intensely between me and John.
"Go," he said, pointing at the door we came in with. "Go now."
"There's not enough time, Sherlock!" I told him.
"So there's no point now!" John yelled. "And if we don't do this other people will die!"
Whilst staring at the timer, a thought occurred to me.
"Mind palace." I murmured.
John caught on.
"Use your mind palace!" he desperately suggested.
"How will that help?" Sherlock asked.
"You sort out every fact under the sun!"
"Oh, and you think think I'll just have how to diffuse a bomb tucked away in there?"
"Yes!" John and I shouted, desperation in our eyes.
"Maybe." Sherlock admitted, bringing his hands up to his temples.
He yelled in frustration as he brought them away. I looked hopefully at him, John expectantly. The look in Sherlock's eyes said it all. I leant against the wall, eyes closed, trying to stop tears pooling behind my eye-lids.
"Oh, my, god!" John yelled. "This is it. Oh my god."
"I'm sorry." Sherlock whispered.
I felt my shoulders shake as I silently sobbed.
"What?" John asked.
"I can't. I don't know how," Sherlock said. "Forgive me."
I felt John's arms around me.
"What?" John hissed.
"Please, John, forgive me. For all the hurt that I caused you."
"No, no, no. This is a trick. Another one of your bloody tricks. You're guilt tripping me into saying something nice. Making you look good even though you behaved like..."
"Not this time."
As John breathed deeply, his arms tightened.
"I wanted you not to be dead." he said.
"We all did." I whispered.
"Be careful what you wish for," Sherlock replied. "If I hadn't come back, you wouldn't be standing there. You'd still have a future. With Mary. And Mycroft."
"I know," John said, before pausing. "I find it difficult. I find it difficult, this sort of stuff."
"I know." Sherlock agreed.
John took a deep breath and let go of me.
"You are the best, and the wisest man I have ever known." John told Sherlock.
"I second that." I agreed, smiling a small, watery smile.
Sherlock looked up at us.
"And of course I forgive you." John added.
When Sherlock looked at me, I smiled, wiping my eyes.
"You're forgiven." I assured him.
Suddenly, Sherlock started laughing. John and I looked at the timer; it had frozen.
"You... utter..." John said.
"I totally had you." Sherlock smugly said.
"You cock! I knew it! I knew it!"
This went on for a while. I, meanwhile, stayed quiet, just happy to be alive!
"You knew how to turn it off!" John accused.
"There's an off switch."
I quietly laughed.
"There's always an off switch. Terrorists get into all sorts of problems if there isn't an off switch."
"You made us go through all that..."
"Just be glad you're alive, John." I said.
"Why?" John asked Sherlock.
"I didn't lie altogether," Sherlock admitted. "I've no idea how to turn any of these lights off."
"He did call the police." I announced, pointing outside.
"Of course I called the police."
"I'm definitely going to kill you." John promised.
"Oh please!" Sherlock tutted. "Killing me; that's so two years ago."
That left all of us laughing!
A/N:
This is the last canon referencing chapter of the week! I'd just like to say that I didn't use any sources other than my DVD and my ears to do all the exact speech.
~Ellis~