Till Death Do Us Part

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John looked at Sherlock sadly, his eyes filling up with tears.  "I can't let you do this," John frowned.  

Moriarty turned the gun from Sherlock's head and pointed it at John, his eyes aflame.  "It's all the same to me," he said.

As if in slow motion, Moriarty pulled the trigger.  Sherlock got out of his grasp and hit Moriarty's hand so the gun didn't fire at John, but it fired into Sherlock's stomach instead.  Sherlock's eyes opened wide and he backed up before falling over in pain.  John didn't hesitate for a single moment before rushing over to Moriarty and head-butting him to briefly knock him out of action.  In shock, Moriarty dropped his gun on the ground and John picked it up, aimed it, and remorselessly fired three bullets into Moriarty, sending him to his death.

John then rushed back over to Sherlock who was bleeding out on the pool deck.  John fell to his knees and scooped up Sherlock's head in his arms.  Tears poured down his face as he looked down at the dying detective.

"John-" Sherlock started, his voice weak.

"Shh, Sherlock.  It's okay.  He's gone," John sobbed while trying to fake a smile for his love.  But he didn't feel like there was any use.  Sherlock was most obviously going to die on the pool deck and there was nothing that John Watson would be able to do to stop it from happening.  

"You killed him," Sherlock said in disbelief.  After everything they had been through with Moriarty, John had put three bullets in him and ended his life.  Sherlock couldn't believe that Moriarty, his greatest foe, was finally dead.  Sherlock looked over at the lifeless body on the deck of the pool.  He was surrounded by a river of blood, but Sherlock didn't mind.  

"I'm sorry I didn't do it sooner," John replied, his voice a gentle whisper.

"Before I die, I want you to know something," Sherlock managed.

"Okay," John said.  Sherlock propped himself up on his elbows and John repositioned himself so Sherlock was up a little higher but his head was still resting on John.

"If you were to check my pulse you would find it accelerated.  If you were to check my pupils you would find them dilated," Sherlock began.

John silenced him with a delicate kiss on Sherlock's forehead.  "It doesn't matter to me.  Not now," John said.  Sherlock smiled weakly up at his love and his stormy eyes flickered with light for a moment.  John looked so handsome in the lighting of the pool with the shimmery water reflecting off of his gentle face.  Sherlock found himself believing that this was one of the best moments of his life.  He was with John and he was going to finally tell him how he felt and it was beautiful and he could have sworn that he could see the stars shining in John's eyes.  

 "Point I'm trying to make is that if I've jumped off a building and taken a bullet for you and you still don't believe that I'm madly in love with you, there's nothing else I can do.  But I don't want to die with you thinking I don't love you.  Because I do.  And if these are indeed my last moments, I can think of no better way to spend them than being in your arms and looking into your eyes and thinking about how lucky I would have been to be yours," Sherlock said with tears crashing out of his eyes.  

John had to wipe away his own tears from his light eyes.  "Sherl-"

"In another life, John."

"No.  Don't you say that.  In this life, Sherlock.  I want you in this life," John sobbed as he twirled his fingers around some of Sherlock's inky curls.

Sherlock was fading fast.  His eyes were closing so John took this opportunity to kiss him one last time.  He leaned down and gently interlocked his lips with Sherlock's.

"I love you," Sherlock whispered through the kiss.

John pulled away and found that the body of his love was totally and completely lifeless, and there was nothing he could do to bring him back.  John fell onto Sherlock's lifeless body and started screaming and crying because he had watched his detective die, for real this time, and he was completely shattered.  There was nothing he could do to bring him back.  There was nothing whatsoever that would bring Sherlock Holmes back to life.

And John thought that it was all his fault.

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