tHAT’S IT THAT’S WHEN I DIED FOR THE TENTH TIME TODAY
Oh my God HOW
Pick up each other’s habits
i hate you go to hell
Sherlock miscalculated. He had expected Mary to lower her gun, since John was in the room. Unfortunately for him, they are all past the point of no return.
"John, get out of here" Sherlock says calmly
John ignores him, as he glares daggers at his former wife. “I trusted you, Mary.” John raises his own gun. “Drop your gun, or I swear I’ll kill you.”
Mary laughs coldly, as her eyes turn ice cold. “Kill me? Do you honestly think you’ll be able to land a shot, before I kill him?”
"John, leave… Now"
"Shut up, Sherlock."
"Enough!" John snaps, without even glancing at Sherlock.
"So, what are you going to do? Are you going to kill your own wife? Are you going to kill me, my love?" Mary whispers
John’s hands tightens on his gun “You are no longer my wife, Mary.”
"Then shoot me. Go on."
John hesitates, and in that instant Mary pulls the trigger. John jumps instinctively. His only thought being “not Sherlock!”
"John!" Sherlock screams brokenly, as the blond haired man falls to the floor with a soft thud. He forgets about Mary, as he falls to his knees, frantically ripping John’s shirt open.
There’s blood everywhere; on John’s shirt, on his chest, on Sherlock’s hands. Sherlock takes off his scarf, and clumsily tries to make a tourniquet around the wound.
He quickly calls Mycroft, and the man promises to move heaven and earth to get an ambulance there.
Mycroft is scared. He has never heard such fear in Sherlock’s voice. He’s never heard such pain. His brother is breaking, and he doesn’t know if he’ll get there on time.
Sherlock’s face is covered in blood, and tears. His heart is beating uncontrollably. He is mumbling comforting words, as he applies pressure to the wound. His mind is a chaotic hell. He can’t process the information. He can’t see. He can’t hear. He is drowning in that hellish storm that is breaking his bones.
Suddenly, John grabs his wrist, and his minds stops spinning. He is whispering something, but Sherlock can’t make out the words. He brings John closer, and then he hears it.
Three unbearable words.
"I… Love… You"
Sherlock feels his heart trying to claw out of his body, as a new wave of sobs grips him.
The paramedics arrive, and snatch John away from him, and he fights. He fights because it is his John. He fights because he can’t let them take away his heart. He can’t let them take away his soul.
The last thing he hears, before the darkness takes him is Mycroft’s voice saying
"He will survive Sherlock. I will make sure of it."
Benedict Cumberbatch attends the DreamWorks Animation presentation during Comic-Con International 2014 in San Diego, California. (x)
Benedict Cumberbatch, Colin Firth and Livia Giuggioli in LA, July 22 2014.
Sherlock and John at the beach.
Sherlock with his sleeves and trousers rolled up so he can paddle.
Sherlock and John eating ice cream.
Sherlock with sun cream on his nose.
John fighting with a deck chair.
Sherlock meeting a pelican
Because each one of them wasn’t sad enough.
"Is it true that you’re playing Doctor Strange?" [x]