Only Yours

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William's P.O.V

The pain is so intense I would black out, if it wasn't for the sound of the wind in my ears, rushing past me as I plummet to Earth.

My life has been dangerous. I have been in many near death situations, but I have never actually known I would die, during these...episodes.

Now I know I will die. There is no way I can survive this.

I'm not upset, I'm not hallucinating, I am completely aware of what is happening. My eyes are open and I can feel everything that's going on in my body and outside it. I can hear screaming from below. I can see Papa, his hands up. A change in the wind direction causes my body to tip upwards and I see Dad, leaning over the top of the building.

Something hits me in the chest, right over the bullet wound. It's sharp and small and brings a wave of pain I cannot stand

I close my eyes.

I'm standing in the middle of my mind mansion and my entire family is standing around me. Dad and Papa, Jonty, Jacob, the twins, Mycroft and Isla. Dad steps forwards, blinks once, and says, 'The preliminary artery has been damaged. Unless you get immediate medical attention, and I mean in the next three to four minutes, you are almost certainly going to die-'

'Wrong. There is no 'almost' here, Sherlock. I am afraid you must accept your impending demise, nephew dear.' Mycroft said dryly.

Papa's eyes are filled with tears. 'I'm going to lose you? My first son? But- Will, God, no, don't, please.'

'There is no point in begging. It will happen. He's fallen off a frigging building, for God's Sake. No one could survive this.' Hamish mutters.

'I'll miss you, Will. You were a great big brother.' Saphira smiles.

'I won't remember you. You'll just be another picture on the mantle.' Jacob says clearly.

'I wasn't expecting you to join me so soon, Will. You had your entire life...marriage, a career, children. I saw it all.' Jonty's eyes are watering and he hastily wipes them away.

And suddenly the floor opens and I'm falling past my floors on school and people and trivia and basic functions right down to the basement where Joseph is sitting in a big chair. He looks up when I land in front of him.

'Nice of you to drop in.' he grins. 'You have two more seconds of consciousness so I'll make this quick. You were always selfish, William Holmes. You could have saved so many lives. Daddy's and Papa's and brothers and sister are all going to die because of you. But no one knows. Daddy will cry, Papa will cry, Hamish and Saph and Benedict will cry and Ellen will cry Buckets and Buckets. It's her I worry about, William. There is more to that girl than meets the eye and I don't think she even knows half of it.'

Something about this speech is really freaking me out.

'Joseph...' I mumble, reaching out. My movements are sluggish and I don't know why. Surely everything should be fading, blacking out, a wave of euphoria perhaps, all common in the seconds before death. I should not be falling asleep.

'Or maybe...no. Think, William. There's a clue. You saw it. Maybe your death will only be short.'

My vision fades completely and my last thought is, 'dead.'

John's 3rd person P.O.V

The lorry moves in front of the building just as his son hits the ground.

Will is lost from sight.

John is frozen to the ground, barely comprehending the situation. People are running over, behind the lorry and John snaps into action, running through the crowd, pushing people away, desperate to see his boy.