"John, please." Mary begged. James Moriarty stood next to her with a twisted smile on his face. He was entertained. It was sickening.
Sherlock had said nothing. Not one deduction. It scared John.
James had given John a chose. He could kill one of them, Mary or Sherlock, it was his choice. He could kill one person and go out of there with the other without a scratch.
But it was horrible, the silence that filled the room with every pause. Mary kept begging him, to save her.
She was asking for John to kill Sherlock.
But Sherlock had said nothing. Nothing at all, not asking John to kill him, not telling John to kill Mary.
He knew he was going to die. He knew it would make John happier, a life with Mary. It would make John happier living in a world with Mary than with Sherlock.
Sherlock had his hands in fists, breaths short and rushed, tears already falling down his cheeks.
John closed his eyes and shot.
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John left the warehouse holding hands with Mary.
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