Chapter 8

Tony smiled at Jim, knowing the words that would hurt him most. 'So you turned out to be a pathetic gay cunt then Jimmy?' 'Why am I not surprised, you always secretly loved me fucking you didn't ya?' He spat.

Jim could no longer control himself, and as tears streamed down his face he used both an axe and a meat cleaver to hack at his skin, as if trying to erase it from the planet.

Tony wasn't screaming as this man tore him open, he was laughing manically. Jesus he was fucked up, John thought.

Jim took a pistol and shot through both f his wrists, and he began to bleed out.

John felt he should be repulsed by what Jim was doing, but felt he was getting what he deserved, and the emotions of Jims face as he did it he even found sexy.

But the screams were beginning to overwhelm him, and he wanted to leave.

'Jim' he whispered quietly

'Not now' Jim screeched, dripping with blood as he tore into the man. This man, in Jim scared John, this was the side that he failed to show John when he was at home, his 'work' side.

'Jim' John spoke again, slightly louder, desperation in his voice.

Jim felt it and although he hardly felt done, he grabbed another gun and shot Tony through the heart, and automatically turned towards John, and calmly walked up to him.

John knew what a sacrifice that was for Jim. He'd given up ruining the life of the person that ruined his, because John needed him. Time seemed to stand still as he embraced John, apologising yet trying to explain why he had to do it.

John understood, and grabbed petrol and the lighter that Jim had managed to conceal in his coat. John poured it around the room and lit the lighter and threw it into the centre of the room as they left, to get rid of any evidence that they were there, for Mycroft or whoever was told to investigate it.

A large explosion and a car journey later, and they were home.

After Jim had had a shower, he needed to work so John went to watch TV.

He could hear Jim speaking angrily in various languages as he obviously tried to sort out various problems. The funny thing is, is that John realised if he didn't love the git so damn much, he'd probably be terrified of him. He had a caring loving side to him, but there was a piece that made John feel afraid to say anything against it. And he loved it.

Jim ran into the room looking nervous and excited.

'Sherly called me John. I'm afraid you're going to have to pick me or him, neither of us can really exist whilst we are going at each other all the time'

Jim sighed, what if he chose Sherlock? He'd have to end his life anyway because he couldn't live anymore without John.