#breezybird

Stranger: That's not enough time!-JW

You: Too much time would be wasted on trying to find the bomb. Lestrade is on his way to help. SH

Stranger: Good. Alright. That's good.-JW

You: Can you promise me something? SH

Stranger: What?-JW

You: Come out in one piece. SH

Stranger: Can't make promises I'm unsure of keeping Sherlock.-JW

Stranger: I have to help the others first.-JW

You: Let Lestrade or someone else do it. SH

Stranger: There's too many patients to help, they need me as well.-JW

You: I need you more. SH

Stranger: I'm sorry.-JW

Stranger: I'm so sorry.-JW

You: No. Don't apologize. SH

Stranger: Hope to see you outside Sherlock.-JW

You: You will. Lestrade will help you. SH

Stranger: He can't. He's taking care of the people who need to be rolled out.-JW

You: Then find someone else! SH

Stranger: God Sherlock...some of us might not get out. Shit.-JW

Stranger: There's too many.-JW

You: Please. SH

Stranger: Fuck, who would bomb a hospital?! Honestly!-JW

You: Someone who knows how heroic you would be and what your death would do to me. SH

Stranger: Of course...-JW

Stranger: He might win this one Sherlock...-JW

You: No. SH

You: No. SH

You: No! SH

Stranger: How much more time do we have?-JW

You: Five minutes, give or take a minute. SH

Stranger: Alright. That's enough time then.-JW

Stranger: [incoming call: John Watson]

You: Sherlock hesitated before answering his phone, two unsent messages on the screen. He swallowed and put it up to his ear. "John?"

Stranger: "Sherlock. I couldn't do this with text. Please forgive me."

You: "No, I won't. Whatever you can say can wait until we get back to the flat. I want tea."

Stranger: "No Sherlock. You need to understand this. Right now. It can't wait.......I know we've had our ups and downs..."

Stranger: "And I know there have been times when we've wanted to kill each other..."

Stranger: "And I know that you're probably going to hate me for the rest of your life for this but..."

You: "Stop it, John. Stop it, now. I don't want to know. Not now. No, stop." Sherlock realized he was rambling, but he didn't stop. He pulled the phone away and sent one of the messages, hoping it would be enough to keep his doctor alive.

Stranger: Sherlock. I'm going to die. There's no way around this. I have to get these people out of here. As many as I can. I'm so sorry."

Stranger: John pulled the phone away from his ear when it buzzed in his hand, looking at the screen as a text popped up.

You: Sherlock swallowed hard and closed his eyes. "Don't argue, John. Hang up and follow those directions. You have just over two minutes. It will stop the bomb if you make it. Now /go/!"

Stranger: "What if I don't make it Sherlock!" John barked into the phone, his voice louder and more angry than it had ever been. However, he moved. He would at least try to stop it. But, Sherlock needed to understand if he didn't...

You: "There isn't a what if!" Sherlock shouted back. "Shut up and run."

Stranger: "This is the problem Sherlock!" John shouted in return, running, his breath heavy. "If you don't start thinking about the what ifs things are going to not go the way you plan them!"

You: "They'll always go the way I plan them because I'm always right. Always. And you're going to make it. You have to."

Stranger: "I won't Sherlock." John breathed, his voice becoming quiet. He had stopped running; there was an obstacle in his way...he couldn't get to the bomb...and there wasn't enough time. John's breath became shaky, his eyes watered with tears of what was happening. "I can't..." He sucked in a deep breath. "But...Sherlock...I wouldn't change anything for the world...do you understand? None of it. Not almost getting killed in battle, not my ptsd, not meeting you...Nothing."

You: Sherlock's brow furrowed, John's words fading in his mind as he noted John had stopped running. "You have to," he repeated desperately. "Anything, please." He felt like his nonexistent heart had fallen into his stomach as he pulled his phone away again to send the second message to James Moriarty, hoping he had enough time left, that everything would be okay.

Stranger: John let out a shaky, frightened sigh. He would remain strong for Sherlock. He had to. But things were looking pretty bad...the future was inevitable. "I am so sorry Sherlock...there are so many things I wanted to say...so many thing I wanted to do...I imagined us getting old together...can you imagine that Sherlock? Us? Two mates getting old together?" He let out a nervous laugh. "God Sherlock...I should have told you when I had the chance..."

You: Sherlock's breath hitched and he swallowed, shaking his head. "You have the chance. So many chances. So many years. Tell me tonight when we get home," he swallowed again as his phone vibrated and slowly pulled it away to read the message.

Stranger: "Sherlock. Don't lie to yourself. It's not healthy." John breathed, he was becoming comfortable with the idea of death, welcoming it like an old friend. "No..." He whispered, "I'll tell you now." He took a deep breath, stood like that of a military man preparing for battle. "Sherlock...I love you." He said, soft and smooth. "I love you, and I will love you till my very last breath. No, I'll love you even after that; I will love you even after you bury me, even after my soul is reunited with yours. God, I love you Sherlock...and I'll love you forever."

You: Sherlock felt as he had stopped breathing, his mind struggling to process the words that his ears heard the the words his eyes saw. He finally started breathing again, but still not processing. "J-John," he stuttered out. "Check... check your phone. How long have we been talking?"

Stranger: "A little over 2 minutes, why?"

You: Sherlock let out a breath. "Exactly."

Stranger: John's eyes went wide. "Oh....OH!"

You: Sherlock swallowed but a small smile appeared. "I told you."

Stranger: John was breathing heavy, the adrenaline of almost dying still rushing through his veins. "S-sorry..." He breathed, tears of relief falling from his eyes, "I-I'm sorry I ever doubted you."

You: Sherlock shook his head quickly. "I doubted myself," he admitted after a moment.

Stranger: "Y-yeah well...C-can't blame you there..." John laughed into the phone, nervous. "Uh well...you outside then?"

You: "Not yet. I'm at Mycroft's flat. It's how I was able to give you those directions. God, I'll be there soon," he paused, the sound of breathing the only sound. "I love you too."

Stranger: "Good" John breathed, "We'll talk about it soon."

You: "Don't go anywhere. And drink some water or something."

Stranger: "Yeah...okay." John was being ushered out of the hospital, an orange blanket being wrapped around his shoulders. However, he didn't notice that, all he cared about was talking to Sherlock on the other side of the phone. "So uh...how'd you get him to stop it?"

You: "He got what he wanted." Sherlock answered vaguely.

Stranger: John was silent for a moment. "And what was it he wanted, Sherlock?"

You: "Irrelevant. The bomb didn't go off."

Stranger: "Sherlock. What. Did. He. Want?"

You: "He wanted you. But I told him no."

You: "That's when he planted the bomb."

Stranger: "Alright..."

Stranger: "What else?"

You: "So he decided that if I was going to keep you, you had to be mine. He wanted you to confess your love."

Stranger: "Ah."

Stranger: "Gonna be honest Sherlock...he's an idiot."

You: Sherlock chuckled breathlessly. "How so?"

Stranger: "I've been planning to tell you for a long time...he basically just sped the process up."

You: "I suppose we ought to thank him, then."

You: ((God, as much as I would hate to leave, I'm exhausted and I have school tomorrow/today and it's late))

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Stranger: ((Omg, I love these kinds! Angst is the best!))

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