Chapter 9
'O-okay' John stammered, his head reeling over what he had to do.
'Jim I love you and I could never leave you now, you know that... But I can't sentence the one man that tried to help me, to death'
Jim sighed, rubbing Johns war scars through his shirt, 'I thought you'd say that, so I thought of a plan'
'I will put him in a position in which he has 3 choices. #1 - he kills himself and I won't harm any of his love ones
#2 I kill him in a quick, painless way
#3 he finds a different solution to the problem and i let him free, with the promise that I won't harm anyone he cares about. Hm, yes'
John nodded, still unsure but Jims plan made sense. Sherlock was clever, he could figure it out...couldn't he?
Jim saw the worry in John's eyes and he silently promised he would never hurt him again.
'Now come on darling, come to bed' Jim said. 'I bought some...props the other day for tonight... Uniforms and toys', and as Jim threw on a white robe over his jacket his eyes glinted towards Johns. 'And honey you should see me in a crown'