I'm really sorry it's short guys! I actually didn't know what else to do. I PROMISE the next chapter will be longer. I'll try to update it next Sunday if I can, hopefully sooner. Yeah. Enjoy! Reviews! Please!

John didn't know what to do. His mind was in a mess and he thought he was crying – ha ha. That had to be a joke. Crying. He chuckled to himself at the thought, but he couldn't deny the sudden blur in his eyes that was making his sight fuzzy.

"Stop, Moriarty!" John yelled. "I surrender, okay? I… bloody surrender!"

Everything stopped for a moment. Jim's smile faded for a second and when Sherlock saw his expression he frowned, dropping the gun from his head. It didn't take Jim to recompose himself, however, and the smile once more appeared on his face, bigger and bolder than ever.

"Oh, this is brilliant!" He cried, holding both his arms out to each side, emphasising his words. Sherlock still looked confused, but John was smiling now. I knew it, he thought. I knew he could hear everything I was saying. Living with Sherlock had brought him good – if he was still his normal self before moving into 221b Baker Street, he wouldn't have noticed the way Jim briskly ran a hand over his ear, almost unnoticeably, or the miniscule thing sitting in there.

"Kill me instead, Moriarty," John murmured.

Jim paused for a moment, thinking of what to do, before looking at Sherlock with his eyebrows raised. "Well," he said, "seems your boyfriend has surrendered for you!"

Sherlock dropped his gun when Jim had finished his sentence, kicking it with his foot so it slid across the grass. "He's not my boyfriend," he muttered, getting a bit frustrated.

Jim rolled his eyes. "Well, since you've shown no signs of wanting to help your bezzie, I must as well just kill him, okay dear?"

Sherlock didn't know what to do, and the first thing that came into his mind was to run up to Jim and hold him by the throat so he wouldn't do anything. As he did so, Jim chuckled. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it. Threatening to kill me. Didn't really work the last time, did it Sherlock?"

There was a silence and John's heart was beating at full speed.

Sherlock Holmes didn't kill him.

He killed himself.

"Not gonna stop me, Sherlock Holmes!" He exclaimed, reaching for his pocket and inserting his hand in. Three, two, one.

"Bang," Jim Moriarty whispered.