The man hissed. Jim laughed.
"Oh, how adorable! Still coming to his rescue, even while he's on his death bed. But who knows; maybe he'll wake up. "Just one more miracle, Sherlock", "just don't be dead, Sherlock". Really, quite touching, I must say."
"You're a bastard, you know that? A crazy, fucking bastard." Jim just laughed some more.
"Haven't you realised yet, Doctor? Haven't you come to the obvious conclusion? Oh, of course not. Sherlock had, but of course, you're not him. Not a genius. Could barely keep up with him. But I'll put you out of your misery once again; I'll tell you. Everything around you, everyone around you, is a sham. You surround yourself with fakers and liars. Sherlock was a fake; he said so himself. "It's a trick, John. Just a magic trick." He knew what he was, and what he could never be. But he tried, and he nearly convinced himself. He definitely had all of you fooled." He laughed and grinned at John.
"Your wife was a liar; she kills people for a living. She nearly killed Sherlock. Now where is she? MIA? Lost in action? No, of course not! Why, she's right here, working for me like she always has been."
The man froze. "What are you talking about? Mary isn't here, she's at home, watching the baby."
Moriarty turned, and gestured with his left hand. "No she's not! Mary, why don't you be a dear, and come say hello to your lovely husband."
Mary stepped into the dim light, her gun arm extended and a pistol in her hand. "Hello, John."
John choked and stumbled back in shock. "Mary? I don't...where's my baby?" She laughed.
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A Desperate, Painful Kind of Love
FanfictionJohn watches Sherlock in the hospital room as his heart gives out again and again, and mourns the loss of his best friend. He knows it's asking too much but - one more miracle, Sherlock. Just one more. Please.
