Chosen for Fate

Sherlock: Mysteries Solved

AN: So I'm taking it back a little bit to Sherlock and the Fall even though John already knows he is dead. So here is Sherlock's perspective about what happened on the rooftop....

Sherlock stares at the message on his luminescent laptop screen.

>>Did you miss me? Top of Saint Bart's. Come and play.<<

Another Immediately follows.

>> ;) <<

Jim. It's Moriarty. He scrunches his eyes up and brings his hands to his head as he is thrown into a flashback. The tall man becomes small as he stumbles backwards clutching his head. Jim and that thick Irish accent that whispers in his hair. Jim throwing him up against walls and pushing himself against him. Jim laying him down on the bed in the dorm. Sherlock yells and falls to the floor, limbs cradling under him, as he stifles back a scream. Memories flow from the locked doors of his mind palace as his body begins to shake and his breath becomes raged. Then they stop just as quickly as they came and are replaced by an image of his John. His John.

He knows what is going to happen if he goes. He knows what's going to happen if he doesn't go.

The detective begins to pace the flat as if he is on a case, the buttons of his white dress shirt nearly bursting with the tension surrounding the room. He raises his soft violin hands to his chin and is startled when he feels something cold. He holds his long fingers in and he sees it, his ring. He traces his thumb over the letters that are in every inch of his mind palace. J-O-H-N, the most common name in the world. HIS most common name in the world whom he knows is going to be EXTRAORDINARY, well was going to be extraordinary. Sherlock is at his desk in two strides and pulls out an envelope. His piercing blue eyes that John can only dream of stare down at it and see the familiar letters staring back at him. John, which he had use cursive to write in a blue fountain pen. He had written this at Baskerville when he thought he wasn't going to make it through, revised it everyday when the drugs took over, re-read it in rehab, and it has been sitting in his desk ever since. It was his letter to John, written every time he thought he wasn't going to make it. He put the letter on his chair and wrote very clear instructions for when Gavin would search his flat. He grabbed his signature coat and wrapped his favorite blue scarf around his neck slowly facing the flat he knew he might never return too. He had a plan of course for this kind of situation but deep down he knew out of all the combinations of plans it was statistically unlikely he would return to his beloved 221B and Mrs. Hudson. With a deep breath and a quick curl ruffle he turned around and left the flat as his letter to John started collecting dust in the sun.

Sherlock hailed a cab outside his flat (they always seemed to stop for him). "Saint Bart's Hospital and Morgue. Step on it." The driver sped off as Sherlock continued to nervously trace the letters on his warm silver band. 'Warm? Why was it warm? Is John, here? John couldn't be here, could he?" Sherlock's thoughts about his partner were literally abruptly stopped when the cab made a short stop in front of the hospital. After throwing a couple of wadded bills at the cabbie he headed into the hospital to put LAZURAUS into action.

After a decisive and rather flirtatious chat with Molly Hooper (obvious crush on him even though her ring says Dimmock) An: Officer Dimmock doesn't have a first name okay?! describing her role in the Lazarus plan, then phoned Mycroft to make sure everything was in place. After he was secure he had at least a 63% chance of surviving he headed up to the roof, still tracing the letters on his ring that kept getting warmer and warmer.

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Sherlock climbed the stairs to the rooftop and pushed open the door with a loud squeak. Moriarty was waiting for him, sitting on the edge, playing his theme song. "Staying Alive, Ah ah ah ah " kept ringing through the air as Sherlock approached. AN: So I'm changing things up here don't judge.

"Ah Sherly I knew you would turn up eventually." Cooed the Irish accent that took Sherlock's childhood in it's stride.

"James, never expected to see you again." Sherlock spat back, trying to hide the quiver of fear in his voice.

:Oh Sherlock I think you can call me Jim as this state in our relationship." The Irishman continued to coo at the taller man.

"Cut to the chase James, what do you want." Said Sherlock, growing anxious.

"Ah yes, why I invited you here. You see, I've quite missed your company these years." Sherlock paused his pacing along the roof, knowing what was inevitably going to happen was happening now. Moriarty, surprising quickly, was soon standing in front of Sherlock smashing their lips together. Sherlock did nothing, just standing there as Moriarty tried to get some sort of reaction out of him. Moriarty pulled away and gasped in air. "Oh god how I missed that." He said and smirked at Sherlock, but Sherlock was unamused.

"And what does your Sebastian think of that ?" responded Sherlock in his contrasting deep voice, throwing his own smirk. It was Moriarty's turn to go rigid as he turned to face away from Sherlock. "How do you know about that?" Moriarty said in a softer tone.

"Your ring, I saw it one night in your dorm room. Sebastian it said. I can assume you found him."

"He wasn't the same as you." Moriarty mumbled mostly to himself.

"Pardon?" said Sherlock leaning closer.

Moriarty turned back to look at Sherlock, tears brimming his dark eyes. "He wasn't like you!" Moriarty yelled back to a stunned Sherlock. He exhaled and ran a hand through his slick backed hair. "He, Sebby, I found him. 3 years after boarding school and he was amazing of course. We were in love, but I always thought of you. YOU. I found myself staring at your yearbook picture and you just couldn't leave me Sherlock! I was in love with Moran, b-but I wanted you! I wanted you on my ring, I wanted to live with you, I wanted to be happy with YOU!" Moriarty paused and took a deep breath. "But you wouldn't have me because you had your precious John." He said in a mimicking tone. "So, none of us can have you." He finished with a sigh. "It's just the way it has to be Sherly, it's just the way it has to be." Moriarty turned back around and looked over the ledge, a gun suddenly in his hand.

"Jim," Sherlock said cautiously, making Moriarty turn around.

"You said my name," Jim sputtered with a half choked sob.

"You said my name. Thank you . Bless you." He started raising the gun to his mouth.

"Jim, please you don't have to do this. Think about Sebastian huh? Think about what your death would do to him. You love him!" Sherlock said slowly with some sort of real care in his voice as he approached the broken man.

Moriarty slumped his shoulders and said in his soft voice. "But he's not you."

A shot, and a pool of blood beside a collapsed Moriarty.

Sherlock staggered back and stared at the man that plagued his memories. He knew he shouldn't be sad for the man who took his childhood in his Westwood stride but a few tears escaped and slid down his pale cheekbones. He knew "Sebby" was watching him and wouldn't let him off the roof alive. The love of his love just died, with another man by his side no less. Sherlock approached the edge of the roof and stood on the ledge. Moran was in the building across from the hospital so Lazarus was go. Sherlock spread his arms out for Moran, and fell over the edge.

He felt a searing pain hit his side, a bullet no doubt. Thank goddess this Sebastian's aim was blocked by the tears and rage he felt towards Sherlock and his second-guessing love.

Sherlock fell, the inside of his thumb tracing J-O-H-N on the outside of the band he had detested for the longest time. He just hoped the John would still come eventually.

"Don't give up on me John." He whispered to himself before hitting the cushion and being dragged away.

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AN: So, special chapter right? It took damn forever to write being over 1,500 words and all! I thought it was good, you know until the Moriarty back story part. yeaaaahhh sorry kinda not sorry. Please comment what you thought as I am nearing the end! It has been so amazing and if you comment and vote there might be an epilogue! Love you guys as always!