SHERLOCK BBC ONE-SHOTS

MorMor

Name: That's my job

//This takes place in The Great Game in the pool screen. 

Waring: Guns, lot's of blood and maybe even death

3rd's Point Of View:

"What if I just shot you now? Right now?" Sherlock said while aiming at the man in front of him with a gun. He looked deadly serious, unlike the Irish criminal who was standing in front of the gun. 

"Then you could see the look of surprise on my face" the elder man said while making a funny expression on his face. 

"Cause I'd be surprised Sherlock. Really I would." He took a moment. "And a little disappointed" He continued his monologue walking around.

Jim knew Sherlock wouldn't shot him. He was sure about it, so he teased him a bit more. What would go wrong after all?

Sherlock wasn't talking, he was just listening. Listening really carefully. 

By the time Jim finished Sherlock had enough. All the pain Jim had costed, the fact that he had taken John some hours ago to hake him his puppet. That had him furious.

So to everyone's surprise Sherlock did pulled the trigger. Jim closed his eyes.

"Bloody hell!" John shouted in surprise. He wasn't expect him to shot either. 

Jim felt nothing. Was he already dead? He didn't know. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at his body to see that he was perfectly fine but then he realized.

He turned his head to see Sebastian Moran lying down on he floor with hid back on the wall and his hand under his chest full of blood.

Jim stood shocked. He quickly got on his knees in front of the blond man who had already lost lots of blood. "Sebastian what have you done!" Jim cried out.

"M-my job" The man answered weakly to him.

"Your job is to stay with me!" "My job is to get sure you'll stay alive" He smiled at him.

"No, no you can't leave me alone, do you hear me?! What am I gonna do without you? Don't you dare leave me alone with all those doofus! I can't deal with them!" Sebastian didn't answer, he just slowly took Jim's hand.

"Tiger you cannot leave, we promised that we'll die together, YOU PROMISED!" He continued but this time he got and respond.

"You said it yourself... 'staying alive so boring isn't it?' " 

The black haired man had tears in his eyes and his lover's blood on his clothes.

At the meantime John was calling the police. "John call an ambulance too"

Sherlock felt bad for both men and deep inside him he felt like it was his fault even if his mind was telling him otherwise. 

He couldn't believe that the Lord of Crime, the most wanted man in London was on his knees crying for one of his snipers. It seemed like he was much more after all.

"He won't make it until then Sherlock" John said in low voice so the two men wouldn't hear him.

"You can't leave! What am I gonna tell Severin? He is getting ready for a marriage not a funeral!" "H-He will be fine, he has Richard" "But I won't have you! I need you here tiger, please don't leave me, I'm nothing without you"

"I-It was a pleasure to work for you boss" Sebastian said with a very law and weak voice. He slowly closed his eyes too. "Sebby open your eyes, please do it for me, I love you tiger, please don't leave me...I love you... " The man cried on his lover's side without leaving hid hand, not even after Seb left his. 

When Lestrade and his men came in, he didn't even bother to leave, in fact he didn't even move. He just continued grieving at his man's side. 

Only when 2 men took his hand and got him up, he then spoke "YOU NEED TO CALL AN AMBULANCE! HE IS GONNA DIE IF YOU DON'T, YOU CAN'T LEAVE HIM DIE" he screamed denying that the man he loved had died. 

All this was too much for him... 14 days later they found him dead in his cell with one thing written with bloody next to his corpse. "I'm coming tiger" 

//Hey... should I say I hope you liked that chapter.... idk. I know this one is small and is a sad one but I had the idea for a while now and I finally decided to write about it. Now shall I say have a good day/night or it's too ironic?