James Moriarty - Tempestuous Tides

Chapter 21

Forces of nature will come to try us, they battle us inside and out. We just have to learn how to cope and face the problems they decide to throw in front of us. They know nothing about caring, only hurting and causing ruin in one's life that it cuts us into two. Fighting becomes the thing you learn how to do, even if at first you take several blows, life-threatening injuries and complications in surgery. But, after all of that, you learn how to fight for your life, and run. 

Later on, we tell stories of our fears that we never realised we could have, and how we learned to deal with the problems associated with them, no one understands it better than you. After all, you are the one who had to go through what you had to. Perhaps,s along the way you were met with some horrendous sights and feelings that no one else ever understands, at least not the same.

What was the point? You are alone in how you feel, no one understands you. What is a life where no one understands? The best people can do to understand, is to try, and even then it's far from perfect. Far from something you ever understand. 

The wind was running through his hair as he paced himself across the woodland. His feet were running so fast, his body was unable to keep up with him. His body was handling, not able to feel the pain in his side, not able to feel a thing, adrenaline taking its course through his body, making him fly. For once, he did not fight, he took flight. 

"Moriarty!" Sherlock called after him, they were stood waiting at the edge of the woodland, on top of the hill, seeing him running without stopping. "Stop running!" 

Nothing was getting to him, so he kept running. The skin on his face flattened to his face so tight as he ran, his eyes set on one thing, getting into the water. But, Sherlock knew better than to let him find where the water was. If he did, there could be a bad scenario no one wanted to face. 

"You have never been one to run away!" Sherlock called after him again, knowing he could hear. "Are you able to run?" 

He asked John, who seemed preoccupied in his own world. Convulsions made his body contort as John fell to the ground, his body shaking, head motioning up and down as she shook. 

"John," Sherlock spoke to him, trying to get him to focus, he had no medical equipment, so talking would have to work. His mind was cast aside to see where Moriarty was going to. Just ahead of them, about a mile or so, was a reservoir of water that he would aim to reach. Aim to give himself a minute, to let himself go. 

Sherlock had to choose. Would he go with John, or to Moriarty? Who did he want to save?

After a while, John came around, albeit his mind is hazy. His eyes were unfocused, his breathing unsteady, his voice shaking, trying to speak to Sherlock.

"In your head, Sherlock, you're trying to make a decision even you cannot make. So, I will make it for you. You need a Moriarty in your life, and you need a John Watson. But, sometimes we can not have both. Maybe, I will survive, I am a doctor and I could handle myself. Camilla will come back, she will survive too,"

"Not everything has a fairytale ending,"

"Not everything is happy in fairytales. This is never going to be the end, is it?"

Sherlock shook his head, listening to John again. 

"Look, I know you need a James Moriarty in your life more than a John. He keeps you living and breathing, he is your drug. I just help when you need the drugs administered. But, for me you will keep taking them, you will keep doing what you love and not mope around mourning my death. If I die. Which I won't, but I need you to promise me something,"

"What?" Sherlock asked, turning away, hiding his emotions completely. He had never been one to show things like this.

"Promise me, if I die, you will remember everything we did. I won't just become a case you solved from the very beginning,"

"I promise."

John leaned up, holding his hand out for Sherlock to shake. Yet, he blatantly ignored what he was doing, wrapping his arms around John, who was more than taken by surprise. 

"What was that for?" John asked, still laughing. 

"Best friends hug. And, if you die, or I die, then we hugged, like men," Sherlock laughed, grinning from ear to ear.

"This has to be the most depressing goodbye in the history of goodbyes," John mocked, but it was out of happiness. Reminiscing. "You need to go, the villain needs a hero."

"I'm not a hero John!" he replied with a strong sense of annoyance. 

John placed his hand on his shoulder, his hands starting to shake again. "Just once, you need to be a hero. Just once, embrace the idea of being the hero in your long, black, wool coat cape,"

Sherlock stood straightening his jacket, holding his hand out for John to shake. "You're a good man, John Watson. You are the most amazing man I have ever met. I won't be saying goodbye today,"

"What? Why?" John was confused seeing his hand start shaking again.

"I will be here when you wake up. We will meet again, we will meet again. Which is why you are going to shake my hand because we will meet again,"

"But, what if-"

"We will meet again, Dr John Watson. We will meet again to save lives. I will see you when you wake up."

Sherlock walked away, getting his stride into a run, going toward where the pool of water was to find Moriarty. If Moriarty was to die, Sherlock would be left alone. 

Mycroft. Dead.

John. Nearly Dead.

Camilla. Dead

Moriarty. Alive.

Moran. Lost.

Sherlock. Alive, lost and dead. 

Lucas. Dead.

Aella. Murderer.