JohnLock - One-shot [English]

Reichenbach's fall

I'm inspired by something I saw on instagram. It might be sad!

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- That's what people do, isn't it? They leave a message.

At the bottom of the hospital building, Sherlock was looking at John's figure. He clutched desperately at his phone, trying to figure out what he could say to keep his doctor from jumping off that roof.

- I'm sorry, Sherlock. I can't go on like this.

- I'm going to stop him John! Trust me, I'll find a way. I will destroy Moriarty. But you have to trust me. Please John, trust me.

- I trust you, Sherlock. I know you will. Good luck, mate.

The line went dead. Sherlock looked at his phone, then at the hospital roof. He started to run, shouting his roommate's name. He shoved passers-by, hoping somehow to stop the fall. 

His steps stopped as John's body crashed to the ground. Sherlock stared at him, his brain refusing to admit even the possibility. 

John Watson was dead.

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The man in front of him was smiling. Despite the gun pointed at his head, he was smiling with all his teeth, taunting the detective. 

- Oh, Sherlock. You're so predictable.

The detective hardly restrained the urge to pull the trigger. Moriarty looked at him a little longer, frowning as he saw the tears gathering in the taller man's eyes.

- No, no, no, Sherlock! Not you! You've become so boring! You're doing all this for him, aren't you?

Sherlock gritted his teeth.

- You are not allowed to say his name. I forbid you to talk about him. 

Moriarty smiled again. He looked at the landscape around him.

- This is it, isn't it? This is where John Watson ended his life.

Sherlock pressed the gun to Moriarty's forehead and the distinctive click sounded around them.

- I am so disappointed in you Sherlock Holmes. The great detective Sherlock Holmes really does have a heart then.

- Shut up! This is all your fault! 

Sherlock pressed the gun against him, making him back up to the edge of the roof. All he could think of was John. John in his chair, drinking tea. John and his laughter. John waking up. John. John Watson. His flatmate. His best friend. 

It had only taken Moriarty 24 hours to put him in danger, and to convince him that Sherlock would only survive without him. So he jumped off that roof to protect Sherlock. Because between him and Sherlock, he'd rather die.