Moriarty spoke truthfully. Sherlock arrived after a few hours. Or, at least, John assumed he did. Moriarty burst into the room with a gun in his hand and rushed towards John. He was at lost for words, excited and ready.
"Get ready, Johnny. Is that the best you can do? Come on. Can't you smile? For Sherlock?" Moriarty mocked.
John gave him a hard glare and earned small slap in the face. "Don't be boring, John! I said, smile!"
He pinched John's cheek and gave it a wiggle, making him moan behind the tape. He shut his eyes and felt nothing but pure terror.
"Leave him alone, Jim."
The poor doctor knew that voice. Moriarty let him go and turned to face the door. Sherlock aimed a gun at him and he laughed. John's breathing increased as he looked hopefully at his friend. Sherlock looked at John and gave him a long stare, no doubt scanning him for injuries.
"Well, this is interesting, isn't it?" Moriarty chirped.
Sherlock turned his attention back to him. "Let him go. Now."
His grip on the gun tightened and his eyes narrowed. Moriarty laughed. "Don't threaten me, Sherlock. We all know who's really running the show, don't we? You found your dear Watson quicker than expected. I''m proud of you, Sherlock."
Moriarty walked behind John and rested his hands on his shoulders. Slowly, he brought his hands down John's arms, causing him to shiver. Sherlock's eye twitched and he spoke through gritted teeth. "Don't touch him."
"Jealous, Sherlock? I bet you are! Does it really hurt you to see someone else get this close to John?" Moriarty asked in excitement.
Sherlock stared at John, seeing him panic more and more.
You'll be okay, Sherlock wanted to scream
Moriarty leaned in towards John's ear and spoke quietly. "Does it hurt?"
His hand made its way to John's neck and John shut his eyes, afraid for dear life. Moriarty pressed his cheek against John's and inhaled deeply. Sherlock fired at the wall behind them, making Moriarty jump. John let out a small muffled scream at the sound of the gun.
"Get away from him, Jim!" Sherlock shouted.
Moriarty let out a small giggle. "Oh, so it does hurt! How sweet, isn't it, Johnny?"
He ripped the tape from John's mouth and he gasped for breath. "Sh...Sherlock..."
Moriarty looked at Sherlock and laughed. "It just gets better and better."
He reached into his coat and pulled out the bullet that grazed John earlier. Sherlock eyed it and glanced down at the blood stain on John's pants.
Gun...bullet...injured leg...kill.
"I'll make this easier for you, Sherlock dear." Moriarty smiled.
He grabbed John chin and he opened his mouth, struggling and protesting. "Get off-"
Moriarty shoved the bullet in John's mouth and shut it by covering it with his hand. He aimed his gun at John's head, keeping his hand under John's chin.
"I want you to put that gun down, Sherlock." Moriarty said, slowly.
Sherlock laughed. "You think me a fool?"
Moriarty smiled, innocently. "No. I know you'll do it or else."
His used his hand to lean John's head back. John's eyes widened as he tried to keep the bullet from reaching his throat. Sherlock quickly dropped his gun and Moriarty lowered John's head forward once more to keep the bullet from going down John's throat.
"Good, very good. Now, I want you to take one long look at John and tell him how you feel. Look inside that black heart of yours, Sherlock."
John looked at Sherlock, worriedly. He kept the bullet between his teeth and tried to calm down. Sherlock shook his head.
"Why? What would that prove?" he asked.
"Nothing. I'm just curious to know what you'd say to him." Moriarty replied, still smiling.
Despite Moriarty grasping his chin, John managed to speak. "Don't say anything, Sherlock!"
Moriarty shushed him and covered his mouth with his hand. "I'm waiting."
Sherlock kept trying to find his way around somehow. He looked around the room but couldn't think of anything to do. Moriarty began to grow impatient. He pressed the gun harder against John's ahead, causing him to cringe.
"Stop it!" Sherlock yelled.
"You don't think I'll do it! I swear I will kill this man, Sherlock!" Moriarty shouted.
"You're my best friend, John! I care about you and I wouldn't want anything to happen to you! I know we argue over the stupidest things, but in the end it means nothing. You're the only friend I have. You are...my friend." Sherlock said, staring into John's eyes.
Before anyone could say anything, Moriarty hit John in the head with his gun, causing him to spit out the bullet. Sherlock closed his eyes in relief.
"Very touching, Sherlock. Bye now!" Moriarty sang as he fired at Sherlock.
The bullet sank into his shoulder and he fell onto the floor in pain. John stared in pure horror. "Sherlock!"
Sherlock heard his name being shouted several times. His eyes closed and the pain at his shoulder increased with every breath. Everything went black. But, before it did, the last thing he saw was John staring at him as he was being dragged away.
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