the richenbach hero // johnlock

Chapter Four

Febuary 1st
2 years after the fall
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Sherlock's feet pounded against the ground as he ran through the forest. The search light was trained on him as he ran. Men, dogs, and a bloody helicopter were chasing him.
'Breathe. Run. Don't stop. Keep going. Left. Breathe. Run. Right. Breathe. Turn. No. No. People ahead. People everyone. They've caught me'
Sherlock fell to the ground as people surrounded him. One man came up to him, pulled gun, and everything went black.
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John woke up, alone again. Mary was probably out with some bloke. He didn't know why he stayed with her, she clearly didn't want John. Then again, who would. Sherlock didn't, Mary doesn't, none of his prior girlfriends stayed long.
'Maybe I deserve to be lonely'
John shook his head and stood slowly. He went to get dressed, and opened up the wrong drawer. His pistol sat in the drawer.
'Maybe I did open the right one...'
John pulled the gun and held it loosely in his fingers. He had thought about this more often in this past year. He had visited Sherlocks grave many times, begging him to return. John set the gun down on the bed and got dressed. He pocketed the gun and left his flat. The path he was taking was all too familiar, the streets and buildings, gave him a sense of home. The iron gates approached him in the distance, and as he got, the gun seemed to get heavier. The iron was cold against Johns hand. He pushed them open and followed the path to the tree where Sherlock's grave sat. Light streamed through the leaves, and shadows danced on the black granite. John sat down in the soft grass. He pulled out his gun and sat it in his lap.
"Hey, Sherlock. Been a while, huh? I miss you...I know I say it everytime but I do. I really do. This will be my last visit. I can't take the loneliness anymore. That bloody game of yours, you just had to play. There's some things that I need to say"
John sucked in a breath.
"Sherlock, you always said you were married to your work...and it hurt. A lot. I know I said I'm not gay, and I'm not, but Sherlock...you made me fall for you. I....I love you, Sherlock. I have for a long time. I fell for you. I know you can't hear me, but I love you so much. I can't handle being without you anymore Sherlock. I need to see you"
John brought the gun to his head, hot tears streaming down his face.
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Sherlock awoke in a dim room, two men were with him. One man was sitting, silent.
'Ah, Mycroft, ever the silent one'
The other strode around the room, a metal pipe in hand. Sherlock felt a hard, skin ripping pain across his back.

"You had a reason for breaking in here"
The man had a think accent, and spoke in Siberian.
"Just tell us why, and you can sleep. Remember sleep?"
The man rose the pipe again, aiming for his back. Sherlock mumbled out something even he could barley here.
The man lowered his pipe
"What?"
He grabbed Sherlocks hair and yanked his head upwards

"Well, what did he say?"
Mycroft said harshly.

"He said that I used to work in the navy, where I had an unhappy love affair"

"What?"

" ... that the electricity isn’t working in my bathroom; and that my wife is sleeping with our next door neighbour!"
Sherlock whispered out something else.
"And? The coffin maker!"
He released Sherlock's head, but Sherlock whispered something else.

"And? And?  If I go home now, I’ll catch them at it! I knew it! I knew there was something going on!"
The man dropped his pipe and stormed out of the room. Mycroft stood and began to speak in Serbian
"So, my friend. Now it’s just you and me. You have no idea the trouble I went through to find you"
He strode over to his brother hand rested his hand gently on Sherlock's shoulder.
"Now listen to me. There’s an underground terrorist network active in London and a massive attack is imminent. Sorry, but the holiday is over, brother dear. Back to Baker Street, Sherlock Holmes"
Sherlock felt a smile creep across his face.
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John eyes grew misty on his walk home, cursing himself for even thinking of that. He couldn't leave Mary like that, even if she didn't love him. He arrived not too late at the flat. He opened the door and Mary came rushing down the steps and threw her arms around him.

"Oh, John! I got home and you were gone and your gun was gone I was so scared John I'm so happy you're safe!"
Her words came out in a jumble, but John just felt anger.

"How do you think I feel Mary? Every morning I wake up, alone, and you're not to be seen in the flat...where do you go?"
John felt his words break and his voice crack as he spoke.
"I need to know, that I can trust you. I want to wake up next to the woman I love, Mary. Not an empty bed. I don't even know where you are when you're out, and I'm supposed to be okay with that?"

Mary looked hurt.
"No. No I don't expect you to okay with that. I'm sorry, John. I...I don't really go anywhere, I just walk around London"

John looked deep into her eyes. He knew how to tell when someone was lying, no matter how well they could hide it. He searched, but found no hint of a lie. He sighed, relieved that she wasn't cheating after all.
"Oh, Mary. You had me worried sick all this time"
He pulled her into a warm hug. He clung to her for a long time, then pulled away and kissed her. When they broke apart, John smiled at her fondly.
'Today's the day. I'm going to do it today'
John pulled away from Mary.
"How 'bout breakfast, hm?"

Mary giggled at John, happy that he was actually smiling for once. She could get used to this John. A happy John.
"Sure love"
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Johns gettin domestic !! Sup dudes! It me ! How are y'all likein it so far ? Hope you do like it because I'm havin a hecka good time writing it. I hope you appreciate the actual lines from the show. Next chapter will be here soon !
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