"YOU DID WHAT TO MARY!" John exclaimed, his face flushed and heat radiating off his cheeks. He felt his whole life crumbling down around him.

Not only did Mary lie about her life before she was with John, she lied about what happened while she was with him.

It hurt him that she was going to give birth to this…this… arrogant piece of crap's offspring.

But what hit him the most was the thought that she went through this humiliation, sacrificing her respect, just to have a normal life. And as it turns out that John didn't even return the love she gave up everything for. Mary did it all for nothing.

Sherlock was just holding to the last strand of calm he had in his body. He knew that Magnussen was trying everything to try and make them slip up. He was very clever to target John's emotions. John was very volatile, especially when one hit the right spot of his heart (Sherlock should know. He could still clearly feel the punch from John when Sherlock appeared after two years of being dead).

Magnussen was relishing ever single moment of this retelling of the story. He loved watching their faces turn from disgust into hatred. He could see John visibly shaking in anger, but knowing that he couldn't do anything to stop it. Magnussen loved the fact that Sherlock was clenching his hand into a fist, but restraining himself. It was such a pity that there really wasn't a library filled with information, because they sure deserved it.

He smiled and pushed up from the chair. He then walked over slowly to John and whispered in his ear. "I said I fucked your wife, John. I fucked her until she was crying. I fucked her until she was begging me to stop."

That was it for John. He couldn't bare it. He loved Mary. He will always love Mary. She was raped, she was blackmailed, and she had to kill to stay alive. And after all of that there was no way he could repay that commitment to their relationship.

But he was sure as hell was going to try.

He threw a punch right in Magnussen's face. It was so hard that he could hear the crack of bone being broken. Blood began to trickle out of Magnussen's nose, his glasses askew on his nose. He then proceeded to strangle Magnussen, his thumbs pressing hard on his throat.

Sherlock ran rushed to John to try and pull him away, but the bodyguard got there first. They grabbed his collar and threw him on to the ground.

John landed on his back, his head knocked hard back on the floor. Pain bloomed from that point and spread through the rest of his head. It would have been worse if adrenaline was not rushing through his veins.

The bodyguard was ready to throw another punch at John, but Sherlock was already standing threatening in front of John, ready to protect him at all costs.

The man raised his eyebrow at Sherlock in amusement, before walking towards him.

What happened next was to fast that it was over before John registered what was happening.

Sherlock tripped the man and used gravity and his weight against him and threw him to the floor. Once the man was face first on the ground Sherlock twisted his hand behind his back and wrapped his other arm around the man's neck. The man could not get up even if he tried.

Sherlock bent down and whispered in his ear "Do you think your wife would approve of you allowing a woman to be raped as you stood by and did nothing?"

The man's eyes widened in surprise. "What? How, how did…?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes at the man's ignorance. Wasn't it obvious?

"You are married, as you wear the ring. In your left pocket you were fiddling with a box which is the size of a box that would be hiding a necklace, which suggests that you have a wife. I know she works with charity as you are wearing a paper band that says 'The only fight I am for is for equality'. It is new, but there are tears and teeth marks, stretching the material which means that you have tried to take it off. Usually people keep them as long as possible, like a keepsake. So that means you were dragged along by your wife. Am I right?"

The man choked out a 'Yes'

"So you are going to go back to your wife right now and enjoy Christmas. Yes?"

"Yes."

"Good."

Sherlock loosened his grip on him and the man scrambled up and ran out. He could not help but to have a small smile pulling on his lips.

He turned to John who was still in awe of the scene that just played out. Sherlock ran to his lover.

"Are you alright?"

John nodded. Sherlock clasped his hand and pulled him up. Once he was up, he straightened his shoulders and ran his fingers through his hair. His face was stoic as he walked over to the bleeding Magnussen, clutching his nose. Sherlock decided that there was no point in holding John back. There wasn't enough time left before Mycroft would be there.

John slapped Magnussen again, leaving a red mark on his cheek.

"You fucker! You will pay for ruining millions of lives, and for what? You are suffering from small man syndrome? It looks like you really not God after all. You bleed like the rest of us."

John bent down and allowed his hand to wrap around Magnussen's neck before he could reply.

"I want to see you suffer from your own humanity like you did to others. You used their own mistakes against them and you shall do the same. And do you know what mistake was?" Magnussen let out a choking noise. "Your mistake was too get one of my closest, my most beloved friends, pregnant because you were scared to face your consequences."

John felt the floor for the gun that the bodyguard left. And grasped it tight.

Magnussen felt a smile stretch across his face. "It…seems...that…you are…the…one mistaken."

John rolled his eyes. "Oh shut up Magnussen."

He pulled the trigger as the sound of shouting and running surrounded them.

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