Johnlock OneShots!

His Last Words

Sherlock was born with a gift. No, it wasn't just being a genius. Since a young age Sherlock could see peoples last words before they died. But he didn't know his own. It happened with his father, his mother, old friends and would eventually happen with his brother and current acquaintances. No matter how many times he tried he could never save them.

However, the detective wouldn't give up.

It's 2012, Sherlock and John have known each other for 3 years now. Everyday Sherlock wakes up dreading that today could be the day John dies. The thing is, Johns words were common, but those words were rarely said by him, so he doubted it would happen anytime soon. His last words were:

I'm so sorry..I love you.

Sherlock and John were at Scotland Yard. Lestrade had given them a rather hard case. It was the case of the Red Sparrows. It was a drug selling and murderer group. However, there was only one member left that hadn't been caught. The leader.

They had been working the case for weeks and Sherlock only needed a few hours to figure out his location.

"Come on John! The game is on!" He said running out the door.

"Sherlock slow down!" John said chasing after him.

Half an hour later they had reached their destination. It was an old abandoned building that was most likely infested with rats.

They both knew they had to proceed with extreme caution as the man they were chasing had been going for 5 years and he was skilled in shooting and combat.

The Baker Street boys made their way inside and trough the doors of the abandoned building. The man was wanted dead or alive so both the men carried a gun with them.

Suddenly, there were footsteps that sounded like running. Both the boys looked at each other and ran up the stairs, following the sound.

There were four floors of the building and the roof was accessible. The criminal they were chasing was running onto the roof.

The Baker Street boys were fast so they caught up and started shouting at the man to stop and put his weapon down. But he wouldn't go-operate. Instead he spun around and shot at the two detectives. Gradually the stairwell was filled with shouts and gunshots.

As they reached the roof, the killer had run out of bullets but was reaching for a knife. So John and Sherlock both fired at him at the same time. Hitting him in the heart and head.

The man dropped dead and the two standing men ran over to the body by the roofs ledge.

A wide smile spread across Sherlocks face. "We did it John!" He sighed in relief.

When Sherlock heard no reply he turned around and saw John grabbing his side, a weak smile on his face. He stepped towards Sherlock and as Sherlock studied him he noticed that a bullet had hit John. There was a 90% chance that it would be fatal.

"No...no.." Sherlock spoke, grabbing John as his legs gave out. The taller man forced his friend to stand. They were so close to the ledge.

"She-Sherlock.." John whispered.

"No..John you can't leave me. Just hold on.." Sherlock choked, tearing up.

"I'm sorry.." John started

"Don't you dare!" Sherlock whimpered. "Please John don't.."

"I love you.." John said as his body went limp, still upright in Sherlocks arms. No pulse.

Tears were pouring down Sherlocks face as he whispered to Johns motionless body, "I love you too..John Watson.."

With that, Sherlock closed his eyes and held John as close to him as possible. He stepped back and let his and the only man he's ever loved body fall of the building.

And then there was nothing...

I made myself cry writing this so you're welcome :,)