A/N: The days are going by so quickly, guys! 21 days 'til Christmas, WHO'S EXCITED?
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He was safe now. He'd found Mycroft's safe house and he was perfectly fine.
It was hard to keep himself from flinching at every little noise. His senses seemed heightened from his time spent evading capture, and now he couldn't shut them off. It made deductions that much harder since he couldn't filter out the excess information.
He suddenly remembered the peace he'd found when he wrote a letter to John back in the small cabin. After a bit of hunting (for a safe house it was bloody huge), he found a small study, which he found stocked with paper and pens.
Silently, Sherlock wondered if Mycroft was watching him.
He suddenly found he didn't care.
He also didn't particularly care that he started to hum Christmas carols under his breath as his pen scratched across the paper.
John,
I'm almost done here. I've been taking out some of the men who are highest in Moriarty's convoluted hierarchy. Tedious, really. I don't even know why Moriarty would have hired these morons. They're so stupid they couldn't even tell I was faking their ridiculous Russian accents.
This isn't very easy to tell you, but...I miss you, John. I miss our late night chases and nights of bad takeaway.
I miss having a friend in the middle of something like this. Something tragic and ugly, and something that never should have happened. I should have told you what was going on, and why I had to jump.
I regret the pain I'm putting you through trying to save your life. I don't know if you'll be able to understand my reasoning, but I hope that one day, you will.
I also hope that someday you'll forgive me for everything I have done.
Sherlock
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