John's P.O.V.

When Sherlock fell on his knees, I almost had a heart-attack. I didn't think of anything that could be wrong, and then I recalled it. The gunshot, the song. I could see how this might concern him. I guess it's a good thing I was careful not to shoot myself. I had merely fired at the wall. As I looked closer, I saw that he was crying, that actual tears we're falling down his face.

"Sherlock? Are you alright?" I whispered.

"Oh John. Thank the Lord above you're alright. I was so scared you had done it. That you were gone. Please, don't ever do that to me again." he sobbed.

I moved over to him, putting my hand on his shoulder. "Oh gosh. I'm so sorry Sherlock. I wasn't trying to scare you, I just wanted to, you know, how close I could go before backing out.

"Why? Why would you want to leave me alone on this wretched earth?" he muttered. "I still need you John."

He still needed me? Why would he need anyone never the less me? I guess he wasn't truely a sociopath after all. "Need me? Why do you need me?" I questioned.

"Because my entire life not a single person has ever been behind me. They all would say, 'Oh look, there goes that stupid detective with all his crazy ideas and hopes and dreams.' or 'That'll fail. It's not physically possible for it to happen." But you never said any of those things. You believed I could do something. You're the only one who ever has. You gave me hope that one day, I could actually succeed."

My throat went dry, guilty that I had almost left the man who needed me so much that he had let down his facade to show true emotion. I put the gun in his hands, after I had removed the bullets. He looked up at me, surprised of my actions.

"Take it. Get rid of it. Just get the temptation away from me. I, I don't deserve a friend like you." I said. "I never deserved a friend like you."

"Come on now. Don't lie to yourself. You're the kindest person in the world. Lying to yourself will only ruin that. It's the first seed of self-doubt. Now I need to get rid of this." he said this with such a sneer you might've thought it was a bag of liver. "And then I must return to my original destination of an underground terrorist cell operation. Could I maybe convince you to come with me?" he gave me a meaningful look.

"I'm serious when I tell you that I would just be in the way. This is something you have to do by yourself." I insisted.

He frowned, but nodded. "Okay, you may be right, but you listen here John Watson, and you listen well. If I come back and find you dead or trying to kill yourself, I'll bring you back to life and kill you myself," he glared as hard as he could.

"Don't worry, I promise you, you won't find me dead."

"Well then, if you'll excuse me, I believe I have a crime scene to get to." he walked away slowly, nervousness throughout his body showing.

He slid into his coat, and quickly spun on me. "John I'm serious. Please don't leave me while I'm out."

"I promise you Sherlock. I won't do anything stupid."

"Your life's not your own John," he said. "Keep your hands off it."

He left me pondering what exactly he meant and feeling extremely guilty for what I had just about done...

Sherlock's P.O.V.

"Your life's not your own John," I has said. "Keep your hands off it."

I knew he would be confused with that message. And to tell the truth, I was counting on it. I didn't want him to die, I really didn't. But he was stubborn. Oh was he ever. I trusted him with my life, but after that little incident, I'd be an idiot to trust him with his own.

I didn't want to doubt him. I just wanted him to live. So my own death was scheduled in twenty-four days. And yes I only had him and few others. It didn't mean I wanted him to take his own life. I loved that man dearly. He was my best friend. My only friend. I once told him I don't have 'friends'. I wasn't lying. I only have one.

I was desperate to solve this case because I wanted to have more time to spend with John, Mrs. Hudson, Molly, Lestrade, and believe it or not, Mycroft. He may be the biggest pain in the neck, to put it nicely, in the universe, but he was still my brother. I still loved him, whatever that word meant.

Arriving at the old terrorist hideout, I quickly found Lestrade. Mainly because he was running at me.

"Oh good, you showed up. Now RUN. You don't want to see this." he stopped to talk for a slight second before sprinting off again.

I looked the direction he was coming from and nearly panicked.

"Oh god... What is that!"

A giant ball of what seemed to be fire was hurling out the tunnel engulfing people one by one. I turned and started to run, unsure if any of use were about to make it out alive. I caught up to Lesrade and once we were a good 500 meters away we veered sharply to left. We continued to run, barely making it out it's path. It stopped as suddenly as it started as it crashed into a building, an epic explosion happening. Watching the building shake violently and deathly screams, we looked back on it's path.

Over fifty people laid dead, and we were they only two who had made it out of it's path. Looking back at the building it started to collapse and we realized that we hadn't just lost a battle. We had just started a war.

Hey everyone! I'm back with another chapter! I'm sure you're happy that John's not dead. I know I'm not. Though once I finish this story I will be writing from this chapter and beyond a much... darker ending. Thank you all for the extreme amount of support I got for the last chapter. I hope you enjoyed and please review!

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