Heartbeat

(from John's POV. the end of "the great game," and John is trying to sort out just what's going on)

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Ba-bum

Ok, ok calm down. Don't panic; Think. Look around. What's going on?

Ba-bum

Alright, there is a sniper marker on you're chest. Ok, that's not new. Sherlock is holding a gun. Definitely not new. There is a bomb across the room and I'm not in a war zone. That is new.

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Ok! Ok ok, calm! Keep calm. Maybe Sherlock has a plan. I've just gotta look at him. I've been around him for a while; maybe I've picked up on how to deduce a person from one glance. Oh God, please let me have learned something from this!

Ba-bum

Whoa. He's looking back. And he looks... scared. And determined. And it completely calms me down. How? How does he do that?

Ba-bum

That look... You seriously want to...

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Alright. Fine. I'll just bullshit a plan to get us out of here alive, you marvelous idiot.

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Ok, so he's aiming. Aiming. Aiming Aiming... at the bomb. What!?

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What, is he crazy? He'll blow all of us up. I know he wants to get rid of Moriarty, but God! This is a bit much! Doesn't he care about he himself living or dying!? You idiot!

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He's talking now. Alright! Look! There's got to be some protection of some sort around here. Ugh, but there's really no place to get shelter quickly except the poo- THE POOL! Yes! Sure, we'll have to avoid the celling falling in as well, but it'll help for the time being. We just have to stay around the top after the initial shock, and-

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He stopped talking. Damn it. I just have to wait for him to pull the trigger.

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Well, come on. What are you waiting for?

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Damn it all, Sherlock! Are you trying to drive me cra-

BANG

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Damn. That man hires good snipers.

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I have just come to realize that chlorine and newly made bullet wounds do not mix well. At all.

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It fucking hurts, but I've got to keep focused. I grabbed Sherlock when I pushed off so- wait. Where is he?

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No no NO! Where is he! I grabbed him. Around the waist. I FELT him! He should be right here, right-

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It's getting harder to breath! Why can't I swim up? Wait. I think... I'm caught on something? Or did they just shoot my leg, too? I can't even tell where the pain is coming from anymore!

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No... I don't want to go out like this. Not like this...

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Hm. It's dark. I wonder if I'm dead.



Well, I hear no heartbeat in my ears, so I'll just go with that.



Why did it have to end like this. I never thought I'd die because of a madman.



Speaking of Sherlock... I wonder if he's dead, too. Well, I sure hope not. He's got too much of an impact he'd never be able to inflict on the world if he died. It'd be such a waste for someone like him, with that brilliant mind of his, and his good instincts and... those amazing... captivating... beautiful eyes...



God. Why am I even thinking about him of all people in my dying thoughts? It isn't enough that you've taken over my life, but my mind as well? Ridiculous...



Well... Maybe it's not all that bad.

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He has... given my life a bit of meaning, after all.

Ba

Even if I have just been a babysitter/stand-in-for-a-skull to him, I really did like being around him. I liked following him everywhere, looking for clues and murderers. I liked having dinners with him, however short they were. I liked watching him rant at crappy TV that just happened to be on. I liked watching him deduct things. I like how he puts his hands in a praying position when he's thinking. I like his reaction when he figures out something. I like how he acts like a child when he's upset. As crazy as it sounds, I even like fighting with him. I just like him.

Ba-

Maybe like isn't the best word for all of that. Maybe... love?

Ba-b

Yeah. Love. I love Sherlock Holmes.

Ba-bu

And I really don't mind thinking that now. I don't mind dying for him. Because it just feels so damn good.

Ba-bum

Di... did i just hear something? Is someone shouting at me?

Ba-bum

Sherlock?

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Well, speak of the devil, it is him.

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He's alive.

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Ha. That should be the least of my worries right now. My shoulder is killing me, I still feel chlorine water in my throat, my clothes are soaked, and not just in water, and my heart is pounding in my ears.

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Oh, who cares. He's alive.

Ba-bum

Thank God, he's alive.

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As John slowly opened his eyes, he was met with an expression he thought he'd never see on Sherlock. Genuine, heartfelt worry. He was thinking so many things to say to him. His sudden realization, his happiness to see he was alive, his honest opinion that Sherlock was probably the most beautiful thing he could think of at the moment. But the only thing that he could say after he coughed up the water and shook his head was:

"You really shouldn't yell at unconscious people. It's kind of pointless."