blood is my version of love

when the day meets the night...again

*15 years later*

sherlock's pov

ms. hudson's voice can be a very annoying replacement to a alarm clock. "SHERLOCKKK, THERE HAS BEEN A MURDER" those six words cause me to bolt out of bed and be down the stairs in my flat to ask ms. hudson where in under 5 minutes. " my dear landlady, tell me where i must go" "saint bart's, the roof" thats different. [sorry if that brought feels]

once i have arrived at saint bart's i ran up the stairs to get to the roof, no need for elevators, i'm excited. i reach out to open the rooftop door when i hear a gunshot, a army issued gun. i couldn't really tell much more with the door shut. i did something i will proably, never, regret; i opened the door.

standing outside i saw one of my worse enemies laying dead on top of a pile of dead police officers *i only knew anderson and donovan out of the 5* moriarty on the top. i looked to see who killed them only to see the first person i ever care about with a gun on his side. John watson. "oh, hey sherlock, i didn't see you there". john "so, i hope none of these people were your friends, well actaully i do, but you see i can't stand competion." john watson " it's been awhile, want to catch up over tea? i would ask that molly girl, she made a mean cuppa tea, but i shot her after she said she had a crush on you. stupid girls and their emotions." he was still alive, i thought he died in a house fire, everyone else in his family did, "i thought you died". "did you cry, sherlock? that would have made it even more worth my killing of my family" he killed his family? he didn't seem this crazy when i first meet him."john? what happened to you?" "oh you know, normal stuff really: i snapped, killed my family and went after the one person who i ever cared about... you" he lowered his eyes on is last word, when he looked up again he smiled. "sherlock? won't you come with me" oh god yes, i want to more than anything else " no john, you've killed people" what? why did i say that, noooo john, "really? shame. in that case i'll see you around sherlock" john walked over to the edge of st. bart's and, before i could stop him, fell backwards.

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A/N: i know i may appear to be cruel but i assure you john is NOT DEAD.