A/N: I'M ALMOST ON CHRISTMAS BREAK. I mean I'm done with college classes, but it's confusing ok. Life is weird.
DISCLAIMER: Nothing in this story belongs to me. I don't own any of it. Please don't sue me!
It was time. Sherlock was about to finish what he had started three years ago. He was absolutely terrified.
But he was ready; ready for this nightmare to end, ready to go home. Ready to go home to John.
Unfortunately, getting home wouldn't be as easy as he wanted it to be. He had to actually kill Moran first.
The fear he'd been living with for weeks spiked when he saw Moran. The sniper opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by the sound of Sherlock's gun firing.
Half of his mouth was still open when the smoke cleared.
John,
It's done. It's over. He's dead. I'm coming home, John.
Home. What a beautiful word. I am exhausted and yet I am too wired to sleep. I suspect it's the adrenaline. I thought writing might help.
It's not, really, just making me more excited. Soon I will be home, with you.
You will never be alone, when I come back.
I will never leave you again.
Sherlock
A/N: THEY GET TO MEET SOON YAY BBYS. Thank you so much for reading! Please review and...
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