The Sociopath and the Doctor

Again

JOHN'S P.O.V

The door downstairs slammed as Sherlock walked out. Since he will be back soon, I decided to take a short nap. I walk up to my room and jump onto my bed.

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My eyes opened and I stared to the clock on my side table. It's been 3 hours! I hurried down the stairs to see if Sherlock was back.

"Not again." I muttered to myself.

My phone buzzed and I looked over.

Sherlock:

JOHN

Sherlock:

PLEASE

Sherlock:

HELP

I grabbed my coat and ran down the stairs.

"Where are you going?" Mrs. Hudson called as I opened the door.

"Sherlock, he's in trouble."

I texted Sherlock

Where?

He wouldn't answer.

My phone buzzed again, but instead an unknown caller was calling. I answered.

"Um, Hello? Sherlock?"

A voice that I didn't recognize replied.

"You better hurry John Watson."

"Who is this?"

A voice recognizable was panting in the background. Sherlock.

"Please. I need to know where you are."

No answer.

A text appeared on the screen with another unknown number.

Unknown:

61 Marlebone Road

Better hurry, the blood is spilling."

I ran to the road and called a cab. My pulse was beating very fast I thought my veins would burst.

When I got to Marlebone Rd, my stomach turned. All the buildings were closed and the windows were broken. I counted the 61st door and slowly opened it. The floorboards creaked as I walked across. A thud of something falling made me turn around. Out of the shadows walked out a man with brown eyes and a black tuxedo.

"Jim Moriarty. Hi."

"Whe-Where's Sherlock..?"

"Oh he's long gone."

"You said he was here."

"Did I? Well that was then and this is now, he's basically gone now."

"What do you mean?"

Moriarty stepped to the right and revealed Sherlock. My heart sank. He was covered with blood and had bruises including a black eye. His skin was paler than ever.

"No.. No. Please no."

I collapsed and dragged myself towards Sherlock's limp body.

"Sherlock, please. No."

A tear slid down my face, and more followed. My breathing turned to panting. I turned around to Moriarty who was smiling slightly at what was happening. I was so horrified I couldn't even ask why. He answered for me.

"He was getting in the way." he said smiling and walked out of the door.

I stopped breathing. I grabbed Sherlock and buried my face in his shoulder and started to weep.

"I loved you."

I felt a tear land on my neck. I looked up. Sherlock was crying.

"I loved you too."