Turn me into someone
like you
Find a place that we
can go to
Run away and take me
with you
Don't let go I need
your rescue (Muse-Save me)
When Sherlock arrived at Piccadilly Circus with Lestrade,
the police had already tried to evacuate part of the surrounding streets.
Sherlock’s eyes were searching in the crowd of people. Of course it was a busy
day today of all days. There were tourists all over the place on this beautiful
first day of spring. It was still early but more people were coming, busloads
of them! Lestrade went to talk to his colleagues to try and get as many people
away from Piccadilly as soon as possible. Sherlock however was still looking
for John. Finally he found him on the corner at a traffic sign. He had his
jacket zipped but Sherlock could see some wires underneath his coat. John just
stood there, hands in his pockets. He was looking at the people coming from the
bus and the police directing them back in the bus. John looked at his watch. Then
he crossed the street and walked to the Eros statue where he stood still.
All of a sudden without any warning John took out a gun from
his pocket and shot in the air. People started screaming and running in all
directions. The police tried to get them out of there in an orderly fashion but
people where panicking.
In that panic John grabbed one of the passer-byers and held
him at gunpoint. It looked like it was a random man from the crowd but
Sherlock; who still observed John saw another man push that man towards John
and then running off himself as if he didn’t have anything to do with it.
John started to yell out loud: ‘I’m going to shoot this man if you don’t
listen!’
Nobody did listen; the screams where to loud and there was
too much panic. Sherlock still watched John and started to shout across the
street: ‘John! John stop this! Don’t do this, John we are here to help!’
John looked around when he heard Sherlock’s deep baritone voice.
His eyes locked onto Sherlock’s when he saw him. Sherlock could see the
unwillingness in his eyes. There was something else, something that drove him
to this. ‘Stop Sherlock, or I’ll have to shoot this man and I will’ John said.
Sherlock was halfway across the street but stopped in front
of the statue of Eros. He looked at John standing in the middle of the street. ‘Let
that man go, John, take me in his place, please’
John saw the look on Sherlock’s face; ‘You know I can’t do
that’ he said with a cold tone in his voice that frightened Sherlock.
John firmed his grip around the man’s neck and pointed the
gun at his temple. In the meanwhile the police had managed to get rid of the
crowd of people at Piccadilly Circus and was busy putting up a perimeter. It was
now just John, Sherlock and the police. John had to know this wouldn’t end well
for him.
Sherlock started to walk towards him holding out his hands;
‘I just want to talk to you John, please, let me come nearer’ and when John
didn’t respond; ‘John, Nothing is what is seems. I know what you mean now. This
is not you, this is Moriarty, obviously. I am sure there are several marksmen
behind me, pointing guns at me, am I right?’ Sherlock stopped and faced John.
He saw John’s eyes looking quickly up and down to Sherlock again.
‘I don’t know what you’re on about’ he then said and again
his eyes where flashing up to a building across the street and to Sherlock
again. ‘I want them’ looking at the police ‘to listen what I have to say, now
Sherlock’ John started pulling the trigger. He held the man close and said; ‘I
don’t have to tell you who this man is, do I?’
Sherlock who hadn’t given the man a second glance, turned
towards the man and gasped. John had an arm around the man’s neck and held him
close. It was the judge who had put Mary in jail. How did Moriarty know the man
would be on this exact spot at this exact time?
Sherlock’s phone rang again; before he looked at it, he knew
who it was. ‘Moriarty’ he said looking at John as he spoke.
‘Oh Sherlock, you’ve already wasted half an hour. And I
don’t see Mary anywhere. Well, I am very disappointed in you, baby brother’
Moriarty heaved an exaggerated sigh. ‘You are trying my patience. Put the
speaker phone on so John can hear’
Sherlock put the phone on speaker phone; ‘John’ Moriarty
said ‘You can shoot the judge now. Go on, I’m watching you’
John hesitated. Sherlock saw he loosened his grip on the
judge and whispered; ‘I don’t want to, please don’t make me. Sherlock, save me
for God’s sakes’
‘You don’t have to’ Sherlock said looking at a police van
driving towards them. ‘I believe there’s Mary. You can stop this now Moriarty
and come and get your girlfriend yourself or she stays right here’
Moriarty started to laugh; ‘Oh Sherlock, you are so funny. I
forget that sometimes. You did remember the BOMB now did you? Good, because if
you don’t let Mary go, you know what will happen? Look at John Sherlock’ and as
Sherlock turned to face John red dots appeared from across the street. Sherlock
knew them all too well; the red dots from the marksmen. Sherlock put his phone
back in his coat pocket.
The police van opened and out came Mary. Lestrade brought
her to Sherlock. ‘What did the bastard say, Sherlock?’ Lestrade asked.
‘Give her to me, Greg. We have to think of John and the
judge’ Sherlock was pointing at the red dots all over John’s jacket.
‘Bloody hell’ Lestrade said rubbing his unshaven chin. ‘You
can see the wires of the bomb underneath his jacket. The bomb squat is standing
by but you have to get it off of him Sherlock and quickly!’
Sherlock walked over to Mary who looked at him with a smug
look on her face. ‘Don’t talk to me’ Sherlock said to her. ‘Not a single word
from your lying mouth, or the deal is off, understood?’ The look Sherlock gave
her whipped the look away and she started to get frightened of him; ‘You can’t
hurt me’ she whispered ‘not here anyway’
Sherlock stopped and wanted to walk back. ‘Oh don’t be
dramatic’ Mary said sighing ‘I’ll be quiet’ She rolled her eyes at him and they
walked over to John.
When they got there John glanced quickly at Sherlock, pushed
the judge away and grabbed Mary out of Sherlock’s arms. He held his arm around
her neck and his gun pointed at her head.
Sherlock didn’t hesitate for one second. He jumped forward and
grabbed the judge’s arm. Lestrade, who had watched it from a small distance,
came running. But he came too late.
John cried out to Sherlock; ‘Sherlock look out!’ and
Sherlock saw all the red dots pointed at him and the judge. He tried to shout
at John, but a gun firing deafened him for a short while. John screamed;
Lestrade came running and the judge collapsed. He had been shot in his shoulder
from somewhere out of the buildings on opposite side of the street. Sherlock
turned fast and saw those red dots on John’s jacket and under that jacket was a
bomb. He started running back to John shouting at him to duck. John looked down
at the dots on his jacket. He manoeuvred Mary in a way that she covered him.
‘Stand
back!’ he shouted across the street ‘Stand back or I’ll blow her up as well!’
Sherlock’s phone rang again. He looked at John. ‘No’ John
said ‘He has to come himself this time. Let him safe her. If he wants her so
badly, he has to come and get her’ He put the gun at Mary’s cheek; ‘Shout his
name, go on! Let him come over here. Now Mary!’
Mary screamed at the top of her lungs; ‘Jim, please come
help me, he is going to shoot me, please!’
They waited for Moriarty to come but it didn’t seem that he
would. ‘Well Mary, goodbye’ John said pulling the trigger. Mary started
screaming and pleading with John as they heard a voice coming up from behind
them.
‘Well, here I am, let her go’ Jim Moriarty came from behind
the statue and stood there with a grin on his face.
‘I’d rather shoot her’ John said ‘She’s no good and neither
are you for that matter’
Moriarty shrugged his shoulders; ‘I really don’t care what
you think, GIVE HER TO ME’ He pulled his own gun and pointed it at John.
John
slowly pulled the trigger of his gun which he had placed on Mary’s cheek; ‘I
wouldn’t if I where you’
Sherlock tried to take a step closer to get to Moriarty. ‘Oh
no little brother’ Moriarty said ‘Try something and that bullet goes straight
into Johnny boy’
They were at a stalemate. Neither side could move without
the other one pulling the trigger.
‘Oh give it up already Moriarty’ Lestrade shouted from a
small distance ‘Don’t think for one minute you two are escaping from here!’
‘I swear’ John said looking at Moriarty ‘I’m taking her with
me if you let those thugs take one shot at me’
Moriarty looked up at one of the buildings, nodded and all
of a sudden the red dots disappeared. He slowly lowered his gun but then
suddenly with a frustrated cry he fired and hit John’s leg.
Lestrade signalled and policemen came from everywhere to
arrest a screaming Moriarty.
John was shocked at the sudden sharp pain in his leg just
after he heard the sound of a gun firing at it. He let go off Mary who tried to
run away but was arrested by Sergeant Donovan.
As John caved to the ground he felt Sherlock’s arms around
him, freeing him of the bomb jacket and then holding him and he looked up at
him and smiled before he closed his eyes in pain.
------------------------------------------
‘How are you feeling?’ Sherlock rearranged John’s pillows on
the sofa and pulled up a chair.
‘Good good’ John smiled ‘A bit tired but otherwise just
good. I’m glad to be home again’
‘Turns out Moriarty wasn’t such a good shot after all’ Sherlock
smirked
‘It certainly doesn’t feel like that’ John sat more upright
with a pain stricken face.
‘Can I help?’ Immediately Sherlock rose next to him.
‘I can get used to this you know’ John smiled up to him. ‘But
before I forget; who was on the phone this morning?’
‘Ah, yes, I almost forgot. That was Greg Lestrade. I told
him I knew who I thought the man in the Thames was.’
‘Well, don’t let me wait, it’s not that I’m going anywhere
or anything’ John sighed
‘Sorry’ Sherlock sat down again. ‘The man found under Blackfriars
Bridge was Mary’s lawyer as it turns out’
‘Really? Well, Moriarty doesn’t do things half way apparently’
‘Hm, no apparently not’ Sherlock seemed distracted.
‘Well case solved then?’ John turned and faced Sherlock. ‘Or
not; you’re looking like you’re going to be sick or something. Are you alright?’
Sherlock fidgeted with his hands and scuffed his feet. He
was nervous.
He knew he had to say something but he didn’t know how to start.
He didn’t have to. John put his hand on Sherlock’s. ‘It’s
alright Sherlock I know. It would be lovely if you’d said it, but I know.
Of course I know! How could I not?’
Sherlock looked up at John. He could mean anything by saying
that. But when his eyes met John’s all hesitation melted away;
‘John’ he whispered ‘I have been so alone before you came in my life. And ever
since I met you, I… I just am not alone anymore.
I can’t explain it properly, I’m sorry’
‘It’s alright, like I said, I’m not going anywhere for a
while. I can’t walk very well with that damn leg, so I’ll just lay here and
wait till you’ll be ready, alright?’ John took his hand away and leaned back
into his pillows. He sounded disappointed Sherlock thought.
Sherlock stood up and walked to the kitchen trying very hard
not to cry. Damn you, he cursed himself. Now you have blown probably the only chance
you’ll ever get! Sherlock got angry at himself for being that weak. He hated
being weak. He leaned against the kitchen sink and felt the tears welling up in
his eyes. ‘Caring is not an advantage, Sherlock’ he heard Mycroft’s voice
saying in his head. His hands where clinging to the counter as he tried harder
to push the tears away. He waited so long for this moment and now it had gone
and passed. In the living room he heard John sighing. He couldn’t let this
moment pass him by, he just couldn’t. It didn’t matter what the world would
think, or even what John would think. He had to get it off of his chest. It was
killing him. He had absolutely no idea what John would say or feel for that
matter but he just had to try!
He turned around and rubbed over his face and whipped the
tears out of his eyes. He straightened his back and walked back to the sofa back
to John who was laying eyes closed on his pillows. He looked tired. From a
small distance Sherlock looked at him. Then Sherlock bent down and carefully
planted a soft very gentle kiss on John’s lips. John opened his eyes as
Sherlock withdraw and smiled.
‘Finally’ he said ‘You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting
for that’
‘You have?’ Sherlock looked surprised.
‘Oh God yes!’ John sighed. ‘I didn’t want to make the first move;
I didn’t want to scare you off. I knew you had to take your own time.
But I’ve seen you struggling Sherlock and I so wanted to let you know it wasn’t
necessary!’
‘I wish I knew but you are probably right.’ Sherlock sat
down in his chair again. ‘Everybody knew but me, even you! And I thought I was
smart!’ Sherlock shook his head.
‘Well you are, only not when it comes to matters of the
heart’ John smiled at him lovingly and took his hand again and squeezed it.
Sherlock looked at John and when he bent down to kiss him
again he said; ‘I love you John Watson, I always have’
‘I love you too, Sherlock Holmes’ John said before Sherlock’s
mouth touched his with a gentle long kiss.
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