Sorry for the wait I had a lot of deliberating on this chapter. I finally like it, Enjoy!
"Why does that keep happening?" Sherlock asks himself as he grips the raw piece of skin covering his cheekbone.
John's eyes are wide, "You're not dead".
"You asked for a miracle" Sherlock points out.
John contemplates the situation for a moment, "How?"
"Simple, with Mycroft's help I arranged so that when I jumped I would land in the back of a truck, with a packet of blood I borrowed when Molly wasn't looking and the bicyclist who knocked you down I had plenty of time to stage things" he tells John.
"But, I couldn't find a pulse, Regan didn't find a pulse" John is stunned.
He chuckles, "Ball under the wrist, stops the blood from flowing, no pulse".
John chuckles back sarcastically, "Of course. It was all right in front of me".
"How did you get in?" Sherlock says, baffled.
"Regan told me about the key under the mat" John answers.
Sherlock moves away from the couch and walks back and forth for a moment as he ponders this, "Why did she tell you that?"
"She told me I would be safe here"
"Safe? Safe from what? Or whom?" Sherlock says to himself.
"Possibly the man who shot her" John interrupts.
Sherlock says with his brow creased, "No".
"But he shot her, he was missing from the scene" John explains.
"He didn't shoot her, she was shot from a different angle than he was. Wait-" He contemplates, "Missing? Moran, he wasn't there?"
"No" John says blankly.
Sherlock's eyes grow wide, "No. No. We are all in danger".
"So I was right, it was the man who shot Regan!" John says proudly.
"No, you were completely wrong. Sebastian Moran didn't shoot her, I did" Sherlock says flatly as he shrugs on his coat.
John is in a cab heading to Scotland Yard when he receives a text from Mary, his girlfriend at the time:
If you ever want to see her alive again you will meet me where he died. Bring Mr. Holmes with you or you'll be having to solve the detective's murder as well –SM
John hurriedly types this text:
Sherlock, come meet me on the roof of St. Bart's at once. –JW
He yells at the cabbie to change directions. Sherlock doesn't text back. He texts him again just to be sure:
Regan's in trouble. –JW
Sherlock replies seconds later:
On my way –SH
When John arrives at Bart's he gets out of the cab and pays the fare. He looks to the roof from the side walk, he's nervous. It's dark and barely makes out Sherlock coming from the shadows of the alley way.
"What took you so bloody long?" John demands.
"I had to make a few stops" he says feeling harassed.
"They could be dead!" John yells as they walk in.
Sherlock stops, "They?"
"He has Mary too" John chokes back.
"Your girlfriend?" Sherlock resumes his pace.
John follows a step behind, "Yes".
When they reach the roof they find Regan and Mary tied together, standing on the ledge with Sebastian guarding them, armed. Mary cries, "John!"
Sebastian yells, "Not another step, do and they go tumbling off the edge and splat on the pavement. Oh sorry, Too soon?" he asks unapologetically.
They stay frozen there, as statues.
"I'm glad you remembered where my life became ruined" Sebastian screeches, "the day Sherlock Holmes was pronounced dead. Yet here you are".
They do not say a word.
"James was my best friend, maybe more if he would've lived past that day" Moran wails, "Say something Mr. Holmes, I want to know what your last words will be".
Sherlock clears his throat, "You're going to throw me off of Bart's, it didn't end up so well the last time someone did that?"
Sebastian chuckles, "God no, you're going to die just as he did, you're going to eat a bullet".
"So do it already. If you were going to I would be dead already" Sherlock intimidates.
"You're going to do it" Moran grins an evil grin.
Sherlock laughs, "Why in god's name would I do that?"
"Because this time you're unprepared and I have leverage" he points to Mary and Regan with the revolver.
"Go ahead, push them off, see if I care" Sherlock spats.
John looks to Sherlock concerned and Mary gives Regan a frightened look.
"Well, you really are a Psychopath, I didn't believe it, but here we are" Sebastian smirked. Just then he pushes the two women off the edge and it is quiet.
John's eyes beam with sadness as he inches forward.
Sherlock's emotion didn't change, "I guess I'll be going now".
"Oh no, Mr. Holmes, no matter what you chose you're still going to shoot yourself" he grimaced.
Sherlock stepped toward Sebastian with his hand outstretched. Moran meets him places the gun in his hand. Sherlock puts the barrel of the gun in his mouth, his finger resting on the trigger.
Sherlock pulls the trigger.