Nemesis

Chapter 11

Recap

"Hey..Shh." Jim started to rub Sherlock's back. Jim was so gentle, and Sherlock honestly believed he would never hurt him. "We'll work it out, there's always ways around things."

Sherlock wanted to believe it, he really did. But he knew it would never be true.

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Jim [10:15 AM]

Jim woke up in bed alone. He didn't remember Sherlock ever getting up, he didn't even remember falling asleep. He remembered Sherlock falling asleep in his arms, he remembered the harsh muttering of John as he came back to the flat. He didn't remember Sherlock leaving though.

Jim got out of bed and groggily made his way out of the bedroom, John was sitting in his chair, but he still didn't see Sherlock.

"Where's Sherl?" Jim asked. There was a long pause, and it was clear John had no intention of speaking to him. "Look you don't have like me, just answer my fucking question would you? Do it for him, not me."

John sighed, "I'm not sure. He's usually up by now...he probably left." John looked up at Jim, there was worry in his eyes, but it was always there. Everyone worried about Sherlock. And Sherlock hated making people worry, Jim could tell.

"I'll find him.." Jim muttered and went back into the bedroom. He dug through his bag until he found his phone and he sent Sherlock a text.

Mr sex. I am awake and I miss you, please come home. -JM <3

Jim waited a while, but there was no reply. He sent another text.

Sherlock? -JM

Still no reply.

Please answer I'm getting worried :( -JM

Not one word.

Jim was just about to go to John when he heard something smash in the living room followed by sobs. Jim ran out to find John sitting in a heap on the floor, shards of a broken mug scattered on the floor.

"John... Where is Sherlock?" Jim could feel his heart slamming against his ribs. "What. Happened?"

John looked up and whispered the two words that stopped Jim's heart. "He's dead."

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Sherlock [4:12 AM]

Sherlock woke up early on purpose. He slipped away from Jim's arms, and grabbed his favorite coat, and favorite scarf. He even picked up the stupid hat that became his "trademark" thing.

Sherlock left the flat silently and walked through London. He went to the building where John shot the taxi driver to save his life. He went to the pool room, remembering his encounters with Jim. Poor Jim...if only he could have been prepared for this.

Sherlock went to Irene Adlers house. He didn't go inside, just went by. He wanted to remember all the important things. The best things.

By the time Sherlock went everywhere he needed to go it was almost ten. Sherlock wondered if Jim was awake yet, he knew John was. John woke up at six every single morning. Mrs Hudson at five. But those things wouldn't matter. Sherlock almost changed his mind as he climbed the stairs to Bart's rooftop. Only one person knew what Sherlock was doing. One person who Sherlock although he would never admit it, still loved. His brother was taken aback. Even tried to talk him out of it but Sherlock could not be persuaded that easily. This had to be done.

Sherlock walked towards the edge of the rooftop, he felt his phone vibrate once. It was probably John, or Jim or Mycroft.

That didn't matter either.

Sherlock stepped onto the ledge.

London looked so beautiful from up here.

One last goodbye to the people he loves.

Sherlock leaned forward and let his body fall.

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Jim [11:05 AM]

The world was no longer in motion. Moriarty was not thinking. He was simply doing. Well rather running. He ran until he reached his destination. The security guards tried to stop him but he kept walking. He walked right into the room and found Mycroft on the phone.

"Where is he." Moriarty demanded. His hands were shaking, everything was shaking, and Jim was crying. "Sherlock is not dead! Where. Is. He."

Mycroft set his phone down slowly. "Jim Moriarty...what makes you think he isn't dead?"

"He's Sherlock. He may not be happy but he would never commit suicide." Jim held back a sob. "He's not dead.. He can't be."

Mycroft's expression turned from something like annoyed to sympathetic. "I didn't realize he meant so much to you."

"I love him." Jim closed his eyes and let the tears fall.

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A/n: Hey, sorry bout this, but the happiness cannot be permanent.

Fear not though!

This is not the end of the story. :) i love you people who are reading this. I'll hopefully update again soon. Maybe tomorrow. I dunno.

Ps: would you prefer longer chapters or..? Comment something for me so I know if I should adjust.

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