Sherlock's P.O.V
"Where did you steal this dress?"I stared down at her. My brain was spinning so fast but just one thing came up to my mind.
The dress she wore, BELONGS to Victoria.
"I didn't steal it!"
"Such a bad liar." I purred next to her ear, feeling her shivering. Her burning gaze stared right into mine.
Anger. Confused.
Nothing could prove she was lying.
"What made you so concern about my dress?"
"It wasn't yours."
Magnussen. Is him.
"Didn't think you're such a good dancer, y/n." Here he came.
"Ah, Mr Holmes. What a pleasant surprise." He reached out his hand as I took it. "Your wife is beautiful, you know? " He whispered against my ear.
...How he knows me... Moriarty?
"Let's hope you two make him, oh nope, make all the people here, survive." He smiled as he drank a bit of his champagne and walked away.
Moriarty.
"Can we put down our argument first?" y/n said as I gazed back to her.
"Cus the game is on now, bastard."
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"So what now?" You asked, looking up at Holmes who stood next to you. "Bombs. All on Charles." He replied with hands in prayer position. "And Charles is in a room."
A room bombed could kill all the guests.
Chandelier towered above all of us.
"Ceiling." We said it at the same time as we smirked, then quickly heading to the ceiling.
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"Now?" You asked, raising eyebrows. The door was locked. Holmes rolled his eyes once before he kicked it open.
Well, fine.
"Charles." Holmes called as he crouched down, waking Charles up and tore the tape."Sherlock?"
"Sherlock?"You asked, a little bit louder.
His name should be Alan Carlton Holmes.
Sherlock... red eyes... fast like the wind...
"What are you..." Your thought leaked through your mouth without noticing. "Oh for GOD'S SAKE! Y/N. Listen to me." He exclaimed, eyes in teary? red. Your eyes met his as you were both thinking what to do.
4 minutes left. And the bomb will be exploded.
Scissor.
"Y/N." You heard him but still kept finding. If Magnussen set up this, he will give us chance to win. So scissor must be here, and the only way to save Dr Charles.
"Stop y/n. You knew noth-Then what do you expect? Let him die?!" You exclaimed, looking at Holmes who held Charles and walked toward you.
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Your's P.O.V
"What the hell?" I yelled as I felt myself being put down.
The environment was different and apparently, the bastard made us here. To the waterfront.
"Safer here," That bastard replied as he put Charles down.
3 minutes and a half.
I pushed the bastard slightly away, crouching down to see the bomb on Dr Charles.
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Sentiment {BBC Sherlock Fanfic}
Romance"You will never get her back." Did he understand? Of course, he understood. Afterall, is he who made her die. ~ Want to know? Then read ;) ~ P.S. Sorry if there are any grammar mistakes, The plot is better than the cover. *Not Johnlock, Sherlolly...
