Printed // Sheriarty AU

14

* Sherlocks POV*

Luckily I saved his life.

The moment felt like it went by in slow motion, but in fact it lasted around 5 seconds. To be honest, I'm kind of impressed with my reflexes! If I didn't tackle Luke to the ground...well, Greg would be in a lot worse shape.

I tackled Luke to the ground. He flung me off of him. He escaped the scene, Irene following closely behind.

I ran over to Greg. Eddie was already kneeling over him, keeping pressure on his wound. Blood was dripping through his fingers. Greg was breathing heavily, trying to keep oxygen in his lungs. He's good at concealing his pain - I've always admired that about him. I can hear Eddie whispering for Greg to keep his eyes open. Everything is going to be fine. I hope you're right Eddie. I grab my mobile out of my trouser pocket and I call the ambulance. They arrive in no time. They take him away on a stretcher, Eddie following the ambulance from the reception and into the large vehicle. They drive off into the distance, sirens blaring and with hope that Greg will be okay.

I remove my eyes from the booming vehicle, suddenly noticing that other people had joined me to wish them luck. Tom is beside me, shock evident on his face. John and Mary hug each other. John is petrified, but Mary seems as calm as ever. She knew something bad would happen. She just hoped that Jim would let her be happy this once. Just once. But Jim just can't have compromises can he, especially when he's got a bad member in his inner circle.

I still need to find out who that is. As much as I love Mary, I've got to protect Jim as well. He is my everything. Mary knew that this would happen. She has motive. Maybe...

"I can't believe this happened." Tom says with disbelief, staring at where the ambulance once stood. I place my hand on his shoulder, and I grip firmly.

"Neither of us did. But Greg is going to be alright. Eddie would sell his soul to the devil before he would let anything happen to him." Tom breaks a small smile, and a sense of accomplishment fulfils me. I smile in return.

"I just can't believe Irene would be a part of something like this! Irene! Why Sherlock? Why?" He rambles and I sigh, silently wishing he would stop asking questions that I can't answer. I simply tap his shoulder and leave him with his thoughts. I head over to where the married couple are.

They hug each other longingly. This isn't how this day was supposed to go for them. It was meant to be the perfect day. A day they will tell their grandchildren about. But it got ruined. I tried to stop it. I hope that Mary knows that.

"How you doing?" I ask the married couple, and they break away slowly from their embrace.

"We're mainly in shock. Why on earth would someone come here and terrorise our wedding and shoot Greg? This just doesn't make sense Sherlock." John says worriedly and I look down towards the ground.

"A lot of things don't make sense John. I guess this is a mystery that will never be solved." I reply.

"No no no! I am going to make the police find that man Irene was with and he will be put to justice!" He says angrily, but I notice Mary roll her eyes, knowing that Luke and Irene will never be found.

***

Ring
Ring
Ring

"Sherlock, I'm busy." The familiar voice of my brother echoes down the phone line. I sigh, wishing Mycroft will stop being so self centred for once in his life.

"Its important Mycroft." I say softly, almost sadly.

"Yes and so is my work. Sherlock, this isn't the best time -"

" - Mycroft..." silence fills the phone line. Mycroft can tell by the sound of my voice that something has happened.

"What happened?" He asks shakily, trying to conceal his worry. I sigh, and rub my face, unsure of how to begin. What do I say? Oh I just called to tell you that the love of your life has just been shot because the love of my life wanted to kill him? No I don't think so either.

"Its Greg, Mycroft. He's been shot." I say softly, trying to break the news to him as gently as possible. Silence fills the phone line again. He's in shock. After a while the silence becomes deafening, and I'm almost concerned that he's hung up. "Mycroft? Are you there?"

"Is he alive?" He asks, and I notice that he's not trying to conceal his emotions any longer.

"I don't know."

Silence.

"How long until you return to London Mycroft?"

"A few days."

"Yeah well make that a few hours. Greg needs you. Work can wait."

I hang up.

***
John and Mary still have the afterparty late at night. Not as many guests show up as there were during the reception, but the married couple both decided that a party was exactly what everyone needed to rebuild morale.

Well it won't be building my morale.

Parties I absolutely hate. It makes no sense for there to be a party after a wedding. People only go to a wedding to watch a document being signed and that is it. Marriage is only a document! What is the point! Parties involve stupid dancing, and socialising and that is about everything that I hate. If the dancing involved was classic dancing then I may have stuck around, but more important matters needed to be attended to.

In other words, I need to have a word with Jim Moriarty.

I exit the party, pulling up my trench coat collar and stuffing my hands into my coat pockets. The night is chilly, and condensation clouds leave my mouth every time I breath. I pick up the pace, wanting to grab a taxi as quickly as possible so I can exit the cold temperature of the outside, but as soon as I pass the tree, my plans for the night change.

"How was the wedding? I heard it was spectacular!" A familiar Irish voice echoes through the air. I stop in my tracks, only to notice Jim leaning against the tree. He was waiting for me to leave. He knew I'd leave early. He was wearing a black Westwood suit, with no coat and a pair of black sunglasses. Because wearing sunglasses at night time is a logical thing to do! He does look pretty sexy in them though. I stomp over to him leaning on the tree, with a giant smirk on his face. I sigh.

"I can't believe you Jim." I grunt angrily, a scowl present on my face. He smirk falls instantly. "Why couldn't you just let Mary have this one day! It's only one day! It's not like getting married was going to compromise your plan!" I shout angrily, needing the frustration and tension to exit my body. I'm fed up of carrying the wait of today on my shoulders.

"Greg needed to be put down! I saw this wedding as a perfect opportunity!" He shouts back defensively. Is he really being defensive right now?

"Don't you dare try to hurt Greg again! Greg is my friend." Jim laughs.

"Friend? Since when did you have friends Sherly?" He spits bitterly.

"Ever since you left." I reply softly, and his bitterness seems to wipe away instantly. He goes to say something else, but I wouldn't know what.

I walk away from him, leaving him all alone.

Hey guys! So there's trouble in paradise haha. Sherlock is fucking pissed ;D

Hope you enjoyed this update

-darcie