Sorry for the delay for this chapter! I've been busy with homework and stuff, blegggghhhhh. I'm sorry it's short, too, I kind of rushed it since I have stuff to do today. Wow, I'm actually busy for the first time in my life. D; Anyway enjoy, reviews please! Reviews make me happyyyyy.

John Watson couldn't help but be surprised at Sherlock's response. His face was still calm and collected, but his eyes told a whole other story – fear and hatred were blazing inside of them. Moriarty's prediction surprised him, too – so he reckoned John wasn't going to die.

But Sherlock was.

Yes, John hated Sherlock at that precise moment, but he still couldn't help but feel guilt and pain for what was going to come. He didn't want him to die, not really. What would happen after that?

Boredom.

Hours upon hours of sitting on the sofa, flipping through the same TV shows and going through the same blog posts. No more murder mysteries and mind-boggling cases to solve. What were Scotland Yard going to do? They were pretty much hopeless without Sherlock Holmes and his great use of deduction.

John Watson thought he was going to be pretty hopeless without him too.

He was cold. Really cold. He realized he had forgotten his jacket at Sarah's and was regretting it – even the warmth of his jumper didn't help much. (AN: JOHN AND HIS JUMPERS GJDHGKJFDGHJKFDHGKJD 333 I'm sorry I had to include that somewhere.)

Jim Moriarty had a rather odd fetish for bombs.

He didn't know where they were, but they were in this room he was sitting in right now. At least they weren't strapped to his chest like the last time. That was horrible. But John new Jim had his finger on the trigger and it would blow anytime he wanted it to – under Sherlock's will.

John was angry again. He didn't want to die – nobody wanted to – but it hurt even more than the last time he thought he was going to. Because he wasn't really needed. Life for Sherlock would just progress as usual without John. I mean, he coped without me before I came along… so why can't he just continue?

Just pick yourself and get it over and done with, for God's sake.

What came next, however, astonished John so much he almost jumped up. Sherlock's hand was shaking as he bought the gun up to his head, staring straight at Jim with those cold, sacrificing eyes that could've killed John.

I was wrong?

Jim Moriarty grinned, making it obvious to the pair of them that he was enjoying this. "Good boy!" Jim exclaimed. "Just pull that trigger, Mr Sherlock Holmes, and it will all be over in a second!"

Don't, John thought suddenly. What were these changes of emotions? One moment he hated Sherlock, the next moment he almost wanted to die for him. His heart was pumping at full speed as he watched Sherlock's finger closely, as it wrapped around that trigger…