Locked John or John locked?

Eurus, stop shipping

SHERLOCK
I glanced at John. Eurus smiled eerily as she said, "Brother dearest, why don't you just tell him?"
"Tell me what?" John asked.
I gave Eurus a look. "I have no idea what you're talking about." But I had a vague idea and I prayed that I was wrong. Anything but that. Not now when everything was going so well.
"Oh, but you do," Eurus insisted.
"Actually, I don't. Do you mind explaining yourself?" I snapped, crossing my hands on my chest. My heartrate picked up as John took a few steps towards me.
"Sherlock," he quietly whispered, "what—"
"I don't know," I whispered back as Eurus pocketed her gun. Lestrade sighed in relief.
Giving him a look, Eurus ordered, "Now trot along, Greg! Wouldn't want your officers to worry."
Lestrade glanced at me, and I gave him a small nod. He ran out of the living room and a few seconds later I heard him run out of the front door.
"Why did you let him go to get help?" I immediately asked.
Eurus smirked as she sat in my armchair. MY armchair. She knew how much it would've irritated me. "Well, big brother, I'm sure they'll want to find your bodies."
John looked a bit distressed by what she just said. But I knew that Eurus wouldn't kill me. That fact that what she had been holding a fake gun to Lestrade's head made it obvious. She didn't come here to hurt anybody.
"No, they won't find bodies, because you won't hurt us," I informed her. As I sauntered dramatically to her, I said, "That was a fake gun." I stopped in front of her. "Get off my armchair."
"No, I don't think so. It's too comfy." She smiled. And went for something in her other pocket. "What about this?" Eurus took a real gun out of her pocket. My eyes widened. I hadn't realized she would've done that. "Is this fake?" She pointed the gun at John. "If I pulled the trigger—" Eurus loaded the gun as she spoke, "— does your little boyfriend die?"
John started saying, "We're not a couple—" but Eurus interrupted him by yelling, "YES, YOU FUCKING ARE, JOHN HAMISH WATSON!" I was careful not to add to their shouting match. I wish we were a couple, I silently said to myself. Ew, emotions. Where did all this sentiment come from? Get yourself together, Sherlock, I told my stubborn emotions.
JAWNNN, my emotions answered. Stupid emotions.
She took a deep breath. "Or at least you wish you were."
"I'm not gay."
"But you are, however, bisexual," Eurus told him. She turned to me. "How about you? Homosexual? Demisexual! Johnsexual?"
"Asexual," I snapped. Technically, it was true. I found sex revolting. However, I was attracted, in a non-sexual way, to men. Therefore, homoromantic asexual. (I did my research.)
"Homoromantic asexual?" Eurus inquired. I didn't answer. "Seriously, William, you can tell me."
"Sherlock."
"Scott?"
"Sherlock."
"Shezza?"
"SHERLOCK," I repeated. "Where'd you get the 'z's from?"
"I looked it up on Google. 'Nicknames for Sherlock'. The results were impressing." She started counting on her fingers. "Sherl, Sherly, Lock, Shezza... the list goes on," Eurus said, rather entertained.
I glared at her. "What do you want?"
"You see there is a bit of a fashion nowadays. A new 2022, post pandemic fashion. Actually, I believe that it existed since Tumblr was invented, but it became more popular with time." She stood, and I took a step back to give her space. Eurus met my eyes. Her eyes were terrifying. They were glasz (a mix of green, grey and yellow) like mine, only that they were colder. I liked to think that my eyes shone with intelligence. Hers shone with maliciousness. "It's called 'shipping'."
"Like, a package?" John clarified, stepping closer to me. I gave him a look that said, 'Don't'. I could handle it if she hurt me, but if she hurt John... Scotland Yard would never find her body. She was my sister, but no one hurts John and gets to breathe for much longer after that.
"No, like a boat. When two people should be together or are together, the fans create a portmanteau with their names and make it an official 'ship'," I explained.
"Very good, Sherl." Eurus grinned. "And I ship Johnlock, like any other sane person."
"Because you're sane," I snorted.
"Watch your mouth, Sherly, or your boyfriend dies," she snapped.
"You ship is... platonically, correct?" John asked. It was a weak attempt to not talk about how it was obviously a romantic ship. I kind of wished that that ship would be canon— Those were emotions talking. Please don't listen to them.
"No, Watson, romantically," Eurus sighed. "You're so in denial." She squinted at him. "Stop it."
Then, turning to me, she ordered, "Take ten steps back, Shezza, or Johnny-Pooh is dead."
I bit my lip and backed into the kitchen. "Good enough for you?" I asked sarcastically.
"Yes, perfect." Eurus pointed her gun at me, and before you could say hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia, she pulled the trigger. The bullet hit my stomach, where Mary had shot me.
Everything slowed down. I knew the bullet didn't pass through me, so it was still inside, avoiding any major blood loss. I had about five seconds before I would lose consciousness, and I realized that the kitchen table was behind me. I would hurt myself even more if I fell backwards, but if I fell forwards,
I'd die from blood loss. My only solution was John catching me. I turned to him. Three seconds.
He was already running towards me. He was yelling something. "Sherlock," I think. That was my name correct?
Two.
He hugged me. "Sherlock—"
One.
"John," I whispered as my legs gave out and everything faded to black.

JOHN
Holy fucking shit— "Sherlock!" I screamed as I ran towards him. He was standing there in disbelief as blood was dying his purple shirt (yes my homies the purple shirt of sex) red.
"Sherlock," I yelled was I hugged him. If he fell backwards, he'd get a concussion, which would not have helped him.
"John," Sherlock whispered as he collapsed in my arms.
I helped him to the floor, where I hugged him from behind to keep pressure on his wound. His head lolled back unto my shoulder. I glared at Eurus. "What the fuck was that for, you motherfucking bitch!"
"Hey, don't say motherfucking bad words," Eurus playfully scolded. "Don't worry, I've already called an ambulance before I came. My visit lasted ten minutes. They should be here right about now, and I'll be long gone." She waved at me as she stood and walked out of the room. I hated her with every fiber of my being, but I had to take care of Sherlock now. I heard ambulance sirens bearing Baker Street.
"Sherlock, wake up," I whispered, laying him on his back. I felt his pulse. Fifty beats per minute. Not good. "Sherlock." I gently shook his shoulder.
His eyes opened a bit. "She got away," he murmured. "Didn't she?"
"Yes."
He groaned. "Ambulance?"
"Nearly here."
He took a shaky breath. "Did you check if she went out the front door?" Sherlock whispered, closing his eyes.
"Uh, I didn't check—"
He opened his eyes. I could see that he was in pain and on the verge of panic. "She might've gone to Rosie," Sherlock exclaimed, trying to sit up.
My eyes widened. I wanted to tell him to lie back down, but I had to check on Rosie. I ran up the stairs and opened my bedroom door.
Thankfully, the only person in the room was my four and a half year old daughter sleeping peacefully in the bed we shared.

SHERLOCK
I had to see if Eurus had gotten to Rosie. I struggled to stand. A small puddle of blood was forming at my feet.
John had run up the stairs. Calculating the speed he was going at and the length of the journey from the living room to his bed, he was already in the room. From the lack of shouts and footsteps, I deduced that Rosie was safe. I took a deep breath.
"Sherlock!" I heard Mrs Hudson screech from the doorways.
I turned to her. "Yes?" I weakly asked. Getting shot wasn't pleasant and I was trying to be kind to her so she didn't panic; if something was going to piss me off, I would probably start being rather irascible.
"You're bleeding!"
"Oh, yes, I hadn't noticed." I sharply inhaled as I turned my full body in her direction.
She scurried to me and studied my wound. "Is this why there's an ambulance outside?" Mrs Hudson asked, looking at me.
"I suppose so," I answered, putting my hand over my wound. It was still bleeding and the blood quickly covered my whole hand. The paramedics ran into the room and I lost consciousness during the ambulance ride.