Chapter 17
Just Stop!
John Watson flew into the room, flinging his hands towards the gun, which Page had pointed at the ready, and knocking it clean from her poor grasp. Page reacted in a shot as she watched the gun hit the floor, flying forwards to pick it back up, she was unaware of what was coming next. John threw his arms around her waist and did his best to tackle her to the ground without hurting her. She lay sprawled out on the floor, crying. John held her tightly in case she attempted to snatch the gun. Sherlock hadn't moved, he hadn't taken his eyes off her. The fact that she was about to kill him didn't bother him in the slightest, he reacted as if it'd never happened. John stepped up after retrieving the gun from the floor; he panted and stared at Sherlock, worriedly. Page lay huddled on the floor; she'd tucked her legs up towards her chest. The tears fell from her face repeatedly and Sherlock couldn't stand to see her like this. "Go and get her a glass of water John, oh...and thank you." He nodded, his words hurried, as soon as John staggered into the kitchen, Sherlock flew down to the floor and sat beside her. Her dark hair, now a tangled mess covering her face. Gently he removed a wisp of her hair from out of her face, took hold of her wrist, and pulled her up. He could see her struggling to talk through the amount of crying she was doing. Her eyes a blotchy mess and her hands shaking so fast; Sherlock couldn't help but feel sorry for the her as she sat there- feeling alone.
"I, I...I'm, really...s...sorry." As soon as she ended her sentence, she took a deep breath and buried her head in her hands. Sherlock turned away from her as John came back with the water, taking it from him he handed it to Page. The water sloshed around in the glass as her shaking hands lifted it towards her lips. John flashed a worried look at Sherlock and sat down beside Page on the floor.
"It's fine Page, I understand." Sherlock whispered to her, she shook her head violently and even more tears poured from out of her eyes.
"No it isn't...HELP SHERLOCK HE'S GOING TO KILL ME...PLEASE DON'T LET HIM KILL ME!" Page flew into a violent rage, throwing her arms around her head before grasping Sherlock's collar and pulling him back and forth. John snatched the gun and hid it under his coat...just in case.
"Page, stop, just stop." Sherlock tried to hush her; eventually she let him go and wiped her eyes.
"I'll tell you everything..." She whispered.
"I wish you would." Sherlock replied...
I'm so sorry this chapter isn't very long at all- I just needed to write something to explain what will happen in the next chapter. If you love the Sherlock Holmes film with Robert Downey Jr, you'll notice I added two lines from the film- right at the end!
Enjoy x