JOHN POV
"Sherlock?" John yells out towards one of the figures on the ground.
When there's no response he puts the key Mary handed him in his pocket, gets up and walks over to what he assumes is Sherlock. He kneels beside the man and places two fingers on his neck to check his pulse. It's only then that John can breathe a small sigh of relief. His friend isn't dead.
"Sherlock, can you hear me?" John asks but there's nothing. There's only one thing to do now.
John places his hands on top of Sherlock's heart and starts pumping three times, then he breathes into Sherlock. He repeats this two more times until Sherlock takes in a deep breath.
"What? John? What?" Sherlock says but then he falls into unconsciousness again.
With a shaky, bloodied hand John dials Greg's number.
It feels like forever but Greg eventually gets to the warehouse.
"John! What the hell happened here?"
John looks up at his friend and immediately Greg can see that John is in pain.
"He's alive but unconscious. We have to get him to a hospital. I didn't want to call 999 because…well…I don't know how to explain any of this, I honestly don't."
"Alright, let's get Mary and Sherlock in the car. The hospital isn't far." Greg assumes the calm role but at the mention of Mary's name John's head bows and a tear slips.
"She's…she's gone Greg."
"What?"
"Mary. She saved my life. And now she's gone!" John yells out to the universe.
"Oh John. There will be time to process all that. We have to get out of here before people notice."
John sits by Sherlock's bed but he doesn't stir. He keeps reaching into his pockets to play with the key but doesn't let himself wonder what it is. In fact, he doesn't let himself think about Mary. He can't. He's sure that if he would his heart would crumble on the spot. His heart had crumbled once, after Sherlock's death, and only Mary was able to glue some of the pieces back together. Who will pick up the pieces after Mary? If Sherlock doesn't make, he is sure that he might as well join them in the afterlife. The only thing keeping him hanging on is Rosie. He can't be the nonexistent father. He looks down into his arms where he is holding his precious daughter and immediately breaks down in tears. All he can see in her face is Mary. Mary, Mary, Mary. The woman who was to become his wife. John places his daughter into the crib and stands up.
"Sherlock. You have no right to die. Not again, do you hear me? I can't go through that again. I will never forgive you if you die again. I haven't decided if I have forgive you for the first time but I surely won't if you die this time. Mary is gone and I need you. It's crazy. Of all the people to need in this situation one wouldn't think of Sherlock Holmes but that's just it. I'm crazy. You gave me what I needed in life. Adventure. Risk. And…I just…you're my…you're my friend. I know that might mean nothing to you but to me it means a lot. So please…just please…don't leave me again. Unlike you I am willing to beg." By now John is pacing and tears are streaming down his face. It seems the waterfall will never end.
John looks towards the bed as he hears his friend mutter. Unfortunately John can't recognize the words. He walks over, sits down and takes Sherlock's hand in his.
SHERLOCK POV
There'a clang of metal somewhere to his right. Or maybe it's his left. He feels like he's floating. But instead of floating into the sky, he's floating into the ground. Far in the distance there's a whisper of his name. The voice seems familiar but too distant to recognize at present. Slowly the darkness that has been drawing near for quite a while envelops him.
Sherlock points a gun at Mary's chest and shoots. The shot reverberates throughout the whole room but surprisingly Mary smiles at him.
"Nooo!" John yells out beside him.
Grabbing a gun, John points the gun at Sherlock's skull.
"I've been wanting to do this for so long." John says suddenly really calm.
"I know. And I want you to. I'm so sorry John. I deserve to die." Sherlock replies. John shoots but not his head. Instead he shoots into his stomach, watching Sherlock as he slowly and painfully dies.
Every time Sherlock finally dies he's back where he started: pointing a gun at Mary.
The next time he 'dies' he's looking straight into John's eyes.