Lost and Found (Sherlock x Reader)

The Empty Hearse (Part 4)

Despite technically already doing that, Sherlock furrowed his eyebrows. "How will that help?"

"You've salted away every fact under the sun!" John exclaimed.

"Oh, and you think I've just got 'how to diffuse a bomb' tucked away in there somewhere?"

"Yes!"

Considering this, Sherlock decided to roll with it. "Maybe." He squeezed his eyes shut and put his fingers on his temples.

"Think!" John urged.

"Think," You repeated.

"Think, please think," John pleaded.

Sherlock grunted in concentration. That was when the answer became clear to him. It was what you said just a few moments before.

"The only way to save John and yourself is to turn off the bomb."

"Think!" Said John once more.

Sherlock, making a quick decision, cried out as he reopened his eyes. He looked up at John sorrowfully. John took just the hint Sherlock wanted him to. He believed that Sherlock did not know what to do. John turned away in disbelief.

"Oh my god."

Sherlock tore off his scarf, stared down at the mother bomb and then dropped to his knees in front of it.

"This it it," John said.

The consulting detective fumbled around the bomb, acting as though he could not figure it out. The truth, though, was that he immediately located a switch on the side of it and turned off the bomb. The timer stopped, but Sherlock didn't.

"Oh my god," John mumbled again.

Finally, Sherlock straightened up, looking defeated. His eyes found John. "I'm sorry," He said softly, tears forming in his eyes.

John, still unwilling to accept the fact that this might be the end, squeezed his eyes shut for a moment before looking at his best friend again. "What?"

"I can't...I can't do it, John. I don't know how." He puts his hands together, making one final plea. "Forgive me?"

"What?" John asked again.

"Please, John, forgive me...for all the hurt that I caused you."

The former army doctor stepped forward once, waving his finger at him. "No, no, no, no, no. This is a trick."

"No," Sherlock insisted, hoping John would not look down at the mother bomb.

"Another one of your bloody tricks."

The detective shook his head. "No."

"You're just trying to make me say something nice."

Sherlock chuckled slightly. "Not this time."

"It's just to make you look good even though you behaved like..." John stopped mid-sentence as he had to fight back tears. He turned away and attempted to steady his breathing. He could not believe that this was actually the end.
Sherlock moved himself away from the bomb and onto one of the nearby seats. John gripped tightly to a handrail. "I wanted you not to be dead." He spoke softly but also furiously.

"Yeah, well, be careful what you wish for." Sherlock sniffed once. "If I hadn't come back, you wouldn't be standing there and..." More tears slip down his cheeks. "...you'd still have a future...with Mary."

"Yeah. I know," John interrupted him quite angrily. "Look, I find it difficult...I find it difficult, this sort of stuff."

Sherlock nodded. "I know."