Johnlock OneShots

You'll Pay Part 2

(A/N I had to switch it to 3rd person...just so you guys know)

As the car sped down the somehow vacant streets of central London, Sherlock tried desperately to re-enter his mind palace, looking for a way to possibly save John.

"Sir... Sir? SIR!" the cabbie shouted obviously frustrated.

"What?!"

"We're here."

 "T-Thank you..."͟ Sherlock whispered as he escaped the car and made his sojourn into the brisk London air, not bothering to pay the man. Sherlock figured he was probably being paid well enough by Moriarty.

Sherlock glanced up to the roof of the building that sat gloomily in front of him. He was at Saint Bart's again. Sherlock finally figured out what Moriarty had planned now Sherlock would jump, but this time he wouldn't be able to, or wouldn't want to fake it. When Sherlock got to the roof of the memory filled building he saw the most heart wrenching sight imaginable. He saw Mrs. Hudson, John, Lestrade, and Molly, all tied up in separate chairs, all kept quiet via the guns that were placed at each of their temples. The guns, held by the assassins Moriarty had corrupted into helping him, were all cocked, loaded, and ready to fire at any minute. 

As per usual, Moriarty was waiting at the edge of the roof, just smiling deviously at Sherlock.

"Hello Sherlock," he drawled, "This time I'll get strait to the point. Jump this time within 15 seconds, and do it properly or they will all DIE!" Moriarty spat the last word in Sherlock's face, obviously still disheveled about Sherlock surviving the last fall.

"Fine, but not in 15 seconds, I want to say goodbye to the people I love first."

"Sherlock, why did you give in so quickly," Moriarty inquired, "I so wanted a fight out of you." Sherlock desperately tried to wiggle away from Moriarty hand that had somehow wound up on his shoulder.

"Sadly, you won't get one," Sherlock spat back, "You have my friends at gunpoint! There is logical reason to 'fight back' as you eloquently stated."

"Oh sassy are we! I quiet like that!" Moriarty retaliated, grabbing Sherlock's cheeks turning his head up, down, and side, to side, in all sorts of uncomfortable positions. Sherlock rudely smacked his hand away and went to go give his friends the REAL last words they would hear from him.

Sherlock quickly said goodbye to Mrs. Hudson, Lestrade, and Molly, but paused when he stood in front of John.

John had put up a fight before Moriarty's men grabbed him. He looked tired and completely drawn out, almost to the point of extinction. His hair was a mess, his eyes looked like just looking past the first few feet in front of him physically hurt him. He even felt  limp and his once clean and pressed cloths were now rumpled to the point that they looked like they no longer fit him. His shirt ripped down the front, revealing his chest.

"Damn, still in your current state...John...  forgive me for saying this, but you look amazing."

John laughed, though his situation was a horrible one, he still laughed, tough he hoped Sherlock hadn't found the note yet.

"John, I can see it in your eyes. Your hoping I didn't see your note. I did..." John bit his lip at Sherlock's remark. "Oh, and you should bite you lip more often, it makes you look sexy."

"Sherlock, why are you doing this? Are you just trying to tease or please me before you jump? Which I hate that you have to do that," John spat in Moriarty's direction when he finished his questions, "And teasing or pleasing isn't funny Sherlock."

"John, does it look like I'm teasing." Sherlock got closer to John, leaning in so far as to only be exactly a couple inches away. "John, if you can't tell already, my pupils are dilated. You should also know that when I say, 'if you cant tell already,' I mean that I've loved you for a while now. In addition to that, You should also know that by, 'love,' I mean that years ago I used to think that I was just a sociopath, not capable of feelings, but when I met you, everything changed. I started to feel different emotions, it seemed I discovered a new one everyday actually. Over the course of time I had began to feel like a real human being-"

"Sherlock, you are the most human, human being I've ever met, even from the beginning I knew that." John interrupted, eyes starting to tear up just a bit.

"Thank you, John, but  I didn't feel like that at all before. You helped me John, you became a perfect  conductor of light for me. You are the epiphany I feel when I solve a case, you are the joy I learned to feel when I got a cereal killer case, you are the sun that I realized Earth revolved around, but you are the sun that I revolve around. I would fall completely out of orbit if it weren't for you, I don't know how I could ever thank you..." Sherlock  quickly waved away the man that still held a gun to John's temple while the man underneath Sherlock was in total shock and didn't know what to say, his lips moving but without any world to complete the succession of words he was desperately trying to pull of.

Sherlock, noticing his good doctors struggles, chuckled a bit, seeming to forget about the imminent doom that would soon befall him. His chuckling didn't last long though because he soon closed the gap that held Him and John apart. John seemed perfectly ready for the kiss that Sherlock gave him. Both of there lips moving perfectly with the others while Mrs. Hudson, Lestrade, and Molly looked on, all of them extremely happy for the two. Sherlock could feel Moriarty moving towards them, planning on pulling them apart. Sherlock seamlessly reached slightly forward towards the assassin in font of him and behind John, and grabbed the gun the shocked man was holding, aiming it at the consulting criminal, stopping him in his track, without breaking the wonderful snog the two men were having.

The kiss was indeed sort lived though when Sherlock felt a large hand grab his shoulder and begin to drag him away from John.

"You only made it so much worse for yourself Sherlock," Moriarty sang, "Now you have to leave the man you 'love', oh so sad."

"I love you, John, and I'm so sorry!" Sherlock yelled to John as he was being dragged towards the roofs edge.

"I love you to Sherlock!" John yelled back with more urgency.

Soon after their professions of love, Sherlock finally made it to the end of the roof and was sharply tossed off of it. Sherlock didn't try to prevent his death this time, he knew if he did his friends, and love, would die. The only thing Sherlock didn't anticipate was the blood curdling scream that erupted from Molly that was soon followed by the deafening sound of four gunshots. Three for his friends, but one for his love.

Moriarty lied. He killed them all anyways, and in he process, he broke Sherlock. He truly burnt Sherlock's heart

[A/N Im sooooo sorry by the way...]