All My Loving (teen!lock Johnlock/Mystrade)

Chapter Forty Two

Chapter 42

Sherlock's POV

Tea. They, Charlie, Dimitri, Tom, and Moriarty, were sitting there having tea. No guns, no knives, nothing. Just tea.

"You know, it's a bit of a shame that I'm going to have to kill you both," Moriarty was saying. Ah, there we go. "You do make a very good cup of tea." He threw down his cup and stood up, looking directly at me. "Oh, hello, Sherlock. I'm so glad that you could make it. You're just in time to see your delightful friends get killed."

I looked around the room. Tom was fidgety; nervous. Charlie looked frightened, John looked impatient, Moriarty was smug, and Dimitri had his hand behind his back.

He was sending a message to someone called Michael. How interesting. 'Code Red. Come immediately -Dimitri.'  He then slid his phone into his back pocket and sniffed, and I knew he had acknowledged me watching. Red dots appeared on Charlie and Dimitri's shirts, and I knew it was the gunmen aim. 

Moriarty stepped forward, and Tom stood up behind him. "This has dragged out far longer than I hoped. If you, Dimitri, didn't take away my captive, this would already be over, and your life would be spared. But, of course, you did take my captive, so obviously, you're going to die. But let's do this differently, shall we?"

John frowned at me and I shrugged. Moriarty pulled a gun out of his back pocket and handed it to Tom. "Here you go, Tom, take your pick."

Tom gulped. "I... er... what?"

"Take your pick," Moriarty repeated. "Your first kill. Take anyone in this room, except for Sherlock. He's mine."

I pulled my gun out of my coat pocket discreetly, and held it in my hand, waiting for the right time to shoot. The front door opened and closed quietly, and I guessed this was Michael. I turned to see a tall, well built lad, about the same age as us standing there. In his hand he held a gun, I didn't know the sort because I must've deleted it, but I could tell it was extremely powerful. He had bright blue eyes and pink lips. His hair was black and straight, spiked up in a stylish way. He looked rather cold. Obvious heart break. Happened years ago, but he was still upset about it. He loved whoever he had lost, and it still pained him. 

I stepped out of his way, and he smiled at me and stepped into the room. "I suggest you put your gun down," he said in a bored tone, pointing his gun at Tom. What an awkward situation.

Tom and Moriarty both turned to Michael. Tom looked frightened, and as a matter of fact, so did Moriarty. And then it clicked. Moriarty was Michael's heartbreak. 

I cleared my throat. "Perhaps we should go into another room." I screwed up my nose as though in thought. "Wouldn't want to dirty the sofa with blood and brains and what not."

I received weird looks from everyone apart from Moriarty and Michael, who had since realised who he was supposed to gun down.

The others followed me out into the hall and I closed the door. "What's happening?" Charlie asked curiously. Dimitri wrapped his arm around Charlie's waist, and Tom sucked in his breath. Everyone turned to me for answers.

"Concerning what?"

"All of it. Maybe Tom would like to explain why he showed up with Mori-fucking-arty!" Charlie yelled. 

Tom backed himself up against a wall, knocking his head on Dimitri's mothers pictures. "I... Erm... I'm sorry, Charlie, I really am. I was upset and I-"

"You fucking sold us out to Moriarty! You- you bastard, Tom!" Before I could act, Charlie had grabbed my gun which was still in my hand, turned off the safety, and shot Tom in the stomach.

John called out in surprise and immediately began tending to Tom who lay on the ground unconscious. Dimitri cursed in German and bent down and began helping John.

There was talking on the other side of the door so I sat down and pressed my head against the door, subtly listening in.

"Do you know what I have done because of you?" came a faint whisper that I recognised to be Moriarty's voice. "I have killed people, Michael. I have ruined lives and done terrible things all for you."

"I had to go, Jimmy. I had to go for you. I was already reigned in by the government. Please, just hear me out. Please, Jim," came Michael's reply.

Jim sighed. "Okay then. Explain."

"I was a child spy. You know, sent into potentially dangerous places to gain knowledge on things, and no one would even know. I was told I had to tell you good bye, They said it would be easier to tell you I no longer loved you, that I no longer needed you, and then you would hate me because I was so cruel, but I couldn't do it, Jimmy. I couldn't tell you something so untrue, I couldn't have you thinking I hated you, and I couldn't have you hating me, so I faked my own death,with the help of some men, of course."

"I killed those men," Jim said.

"I know. I can't blame you though. If I had to see you get supposedly killed, then I would kill your 'murderers' too."

Jim chuckled quietly on the other side before he stopped, and I could tell he was deep in thought.

"What?" Michael asked him.

"Why didn't you just tell me about it? Everything would be different if you had."

"Your life would've been at risk if I hadn't."

Jim groaned. "Okay, and what do we do from here?"

"Give me another chance? Please, Jim, I still love you as much as I did back then."

"And I love you as well. Okay, fine."

The door opened and I fell backwards. Jim and Michael both chuckled and stepped over me, and Tom, as it happened, and left. 

Dimitri called an ambulance, and Tom was put into it.

Dimitri told the paramedic that Tom had shot himself, and the excuse was accepted. I could tell Charlie felt guilty and regretful, but I understood his anger at the time. "So what now?" John asked me as we got in a cab back to the airport.

I shrugged and held his hand in mine. "Charlie and Dimitri are free to do whatever they want, and I doubt we'll have any more trouble with Moriarty, as long as he has Michael with him."

"What happened between those two any way?" John asked me.

I smiled and told him all I knew about Michael and Moriarty's relationship. 

(A/N- THIS ISN'T THE END. Sorry it took aaaaages to update, but after a series of unfortunate technological events, I can now do so! Anyway, not what I intended to happen, but as I've said before, the story controls me, not the other way around haha. Please vote/comment/share/follow if you enjoy it, it means a lot to me! I love you all! Thanks Lovelies!

-CHxx)