Sherlock snapped his eyes open only to be side by side with lastrard . He turned his hole body and stood in front of Greg. He knew that he could not see him but he still begged him not to open the silky back door. Lastrard reached forwards and rang the bell.sherlock could hear him self jogging down the stairs in a hopeful manner . He could feel lastrads uneven intakes of air , the long pause and the exhale . The hope in his eyes Brock sherlocks mechine like heart. He watched helplessly as he took a strong step towards sherlock . And that's when it happend.
The loud gun shot rumbled thorough the air , and hit lastrard right in the chest ... The real sherlock lunged forwards , grabs the inspector and lowers him gently to the ground . Now he could see it from his perspective again. He looked his friend and he could see the dieing light in his golden eyes. Sherlock palled him closer to his hard chest as if he was prefenting the life draining from him . Sherlock called weakly for John , but his yelp was gargled by tears and the sobs now uncontrollably leaking from the detectives dry mouth. He lent closer and the limp body was very lightly mumbling something , it sounded like look after John . But through sherlocks confusion , he just shock the comment off and held lastrad as the life drained from his now , cold body. Sherlock shredded awake the door creaking open.John. 'Sherlock it's ok , I'm hear'.
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FanfictionSherlock is back from the dead , but can John take him back with open arms . Tears shed and hearts broken . Will the pair finally get the quiet life the both desire or will it end in fire
