Mormor Oneshots *OLD WRITING*

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(angst because the last one was too pure)
(i'm evil lol why did I write this)

Saying you'd take a bullet for someone and actually taking a bullet for someone are two different things.

Saying you'd take a bullet for your partner is a promise of protection and also just a cheesy thing to say.

Actually taking a bullet for someone is messy, as Jim Moriarty learned the hard way.

See, if you take the bullet instead of your partner, you'd have to hear your lover scream. You might see them cry, or maybe you'd be held in their arms in your final moments.

Also, it'd probably hurt your lover to see you get shot...just saying.

***

Jim spotted the sniper in the building across from theirs. Seb didn't notice, since he was busy listening to Jim's orders.

Glaring at the sniper, Jim moved in front of Seb.

The assassin wasn't concerned by Jim's movement, which was somewhat good. Knowing Seb, he'd overreact to seeing what Jim was attempting to do.

The sniper fired, hitting Jim instead of Seb.

Jim fell into Seb, groaning in pain. Seb shouted as he caught Jim, calling for an ambulance.

Everyone seemed to be like it was underwater. Jim couldn't focus on anything but the pain burning throughout his body.

He heard Seb begging him to stay with him. Jim tried to reassure him that he would, but the only thing that escaped his trembling lips was a pained whimper.

"I don't want to die."

***

Seb waited for the doctor to come out and either give Seb bad news or let him see Jim.

Everytime he blinked, memories of Jim bleeding in his arms appeared before the assassin. The pained whimpers that escaped Jim's lips haunted Seb as he waited in agony.

The waiting was driving Seb insane. He swore to protect Jim. He should be in Jim's place.

Most people would be a sobbing mess, but Seb wasn't. He didn't want to seem weak, even if this moment would let him.

He had to stay strong in case bad news came to him.

"Mr. Sebastian Moran-Moriarty? He's stable, and wants to see you."

***

Seb almost cried when he saw Jim. He was alive, bandaged, and holding back tears.

Rushing forward, Seb grabbed Jim's hands, kneeling next to his husband's bed.

Jim smiled shakily at Seb, squeezing the assassin's hands.

He wasn't stable. He was still dying. But there was still a chance he could live but it was small.

Seb mumbled about how he should've been the one bandaged.

Jim shook his head, stroking Seb's dark blonde hair.

A new burst of pain in his body made Jim freeze.

No. No, this wasn't fair.

"I don't want to go, Seb. I want to stay with you."

***

Jim would've died if Seb didn't save him. So Seb ended up keeping his promise of saving Jim's life for that disaster.

When Jim was released, Seb didn't leave for a while, slightly clingy.

Jim didn't mind, since the near death experience had him a bit shaken as well.

Which was why Seb stood over Jim's grave in confusion.

"If you were scared of dying by a bullet...why did this happen?"