"Touché." Moriarty studied his opponents face, before standing up slowly and stepping forwards. "You know, John," he said conversationally, as if there weren't two fully loaded guns pointed at his head. "Killing me won't bring him back. It's too late for that -you'd need a miracle. And I'm sorry, really I am, but well. It seems I'm all fresh out of those." He laughed manically, taking another step towards John.
John wasn't phased. His mask held, and his arms were steady as he looked at Moriarty, like he was nothing. Like he was completely harmless. And for the first time in a very long time, James Moriarty felt fear.
"Well, that's too bad." He responded, just as conversationally. He also took a step forwards, before continuing. "I was going to say, we could always make a trade. Your life for his. But since you're all out, and, as you say, he's a goner anyways; well, I don't really feel like bargaining." John took another step forwards, dropping his left arm, the one with his own gun in it. He positioned Mary's pistol so it was directly between Moriarty's eyes.
"And sure, miracles are good and all, but boy, are they expensive. It's a good thing I don't need one to kill you, isn't it?" Moriarty leapt forwards suddenly, reaching for the gun in his left hand, but John had him on the ground in under three seconds, the pistol resting on his forehead.
"How does it feel, to be outsmarted by the faithful guard dog?"
And Moriarty's mask fell away, as he realized that despite his power, his money, his airs, he wasn't invincible. That his intelligence didn't make him immortal. That he was going to die. For the first time in years, he had no one to hide behind, nothing to stand on. His power had been severed when the lights had gone out, and now he was going to die. At the hands of the biggest Angel of all.
The game, he thought, is over.
He smiled weakly up at John. "Catch you later."
He watched John's eyes sparkle in understanding, a grim smile replace his previously blank mask. "No you won't." John said quietly, before pulling the trigger.
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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.