1000 Ways To Say...

Chapter 10

(AN: Yup. Still feelin' evil. Muhahahaha! The fate of John Watson is in my hands! ^_^)

Sherlock

Rushing past Mycroft, I just manage to grab my coat on the way down the stairs.

I had to make it to St Barts before John took my place, as a dead man with his brains on the pavement.

And it would be my fault if he died.

I hailed a cab and gave the cabbie a twenty I grabbed on the way out.

"St Bart's please, and just go slightly over the speed limit, by that, I mean fast!"

The wide eyed cabbie put his focus on the road and stepped on the pedal.

Ok, not exactly what I was expecting. At least I'd get there a little faster.

Nearing the hospital, we stop with a jolt. Without hesitation I jump out of the cab, not even thinking about thanking the poor cabbie.

Then I saw him. A lone figure, standing on the edge of the rooftop, just like I had done. Another taller figure stepped out, and my phone rang again.

"Dear me, Mr Holmes. Haven't we got into a little bit of a mess?" Moriarty taunts from the rooftops.

"I don't know what you want from me. But know this, I won't let you hurt John." I say, daring to look up, to see my John standing in my place.

God, it felt awful. Standing here in a menacing silence.

To make it worse, it started to rain, hard.

"You've finally got it Sherlock! Being human! Having somebody to care about!" He shouts into the phone, and I almost have to take it away from my ear.

"I don't understand why you've decided to come back and torture me once more, Jim."

"Oh, you aren't the one that's going to be feeling the pain, Holmes!"

And from the pavement, I see a diminished outline of a gun.

"No don't-"

But it was too late. The shot had been fired and there was nothing I could do.

(AN: FEELIN' THE PAIN? Sorry that chapter was really short. Haha I actually feel awful but it will be ok cause this fic will continue and there will be some happiness coming up so don't fear my little ones :3)