Hi everyone! So.. I don't know how to put this but I think I'll be writing a few more chapters then I'm afraid it may be the end of Sherlocked. I'll probably write 4 more chapters or so then it's bye bye meatpie.. Oh well let's be happy, you can always read it over and over ;) haha anyways enjoy this chapter!!
3rd POV:
"Neither can live while the other survives" 'Tom Riddle' growled.
"What do you mean?" Alex asked.
The boy rolled his head around as to crack his neck and then began to literally peel the skin off of his face. And under the prosthetic mask was someone who should've been completely expected but couldn't have been thought of.
Moriarty.
"Jim?! For Christ's sake, why?!" Alex shouted in frustration.
"I felt off the scene.. cut out.. losing my groove. I had to do something to get me back on the map" He replied in a relaxed tone.
"You didn't have to kill a poor young boy!" Alex yelled at her brother.
"I had to do something" Moriarty said like it was completely obvious.
"I knew you'd never be good. You're just an actor" Sherlock mumbled to his nemesis, stepping in front of Alex.
"There's no fun in being good" Moriarty said in a sing-song tone as he walked behind Alex and Sherlock turned to face them.
"You can always be on the side of the angels, but you don't have to be one of them" Sherlock replied, as if speaking to a child.
"Look at this, Sherlock Holmes is turning soft! My sister's turned you into a sissy! You have a soft spot for her!" Moriarty laughed.
"Never" Sherlock replied. Moriarty grabbed his sister's shoulders and pushed her onto her knees and then stepped over to Sherlock and seized his wrist.
"Well. If she doesn't matter," Moriarty pressed something cold into Sherlock's hand. "Eliminate her". Sherlock looked at the pistol now in his hand and then to Alex. He swiftly swung the pistol-wielding arm around and gently pressed it to her head. He widened his eyes and mouthed 'I'm sorry' before moving the tip of the gun from her head at shot her in the stomach. She clutched at the wound before grabbing her way over to the edge of the bridge.
"Poor little Ally-bear" Moriarty cooed as he walked over to his little sister. He gently helped her up and embraced her; after all that he'd just done. He looked to Sherlock and pouted as the consulting-detective pulled out his phone. Moriarty jerked Alex onto the edge of the bridge and leaned her back.
"You call the police and Alex gets to go for a swim" Moriarty threatened, only using one hand to keep her up. "Decide Sherlock"
"You know, it seems whenever you try to threaten Sherlock with me, Jim, you always end up throwing me in water," Alex spluttered, the wound making it hard to breathe. "Very unoriginal"
"Shut up, Alex or I'll throw you in" Moriarty growled to his sister. By this time, unbeknownst to the Moriarty's, Sherlock had texted Lestrade telling him where they were and who they were with while they were fighting; all with his phone behind his back, what a clever man!
"Moriarty, let Alex go" Sherlock said, pointing his gun at Jim.
"You better watch where you point that thing, Mr Holmes. Look what happened last time you swung a gun around!" Moriarty exclaimed, gesturing to his sister.
"All on your demands, though," Sherlock commented. He slowly made his way over to the siblings, still pointing the gun but being wary. "Just.. let her go" Sherlock said gently.
Moriarty seemed to think over this before shaking his head and scrunching up his nose. "Nah". Sherlock just repeated himself.
"Let. Her. Go" He said through gritted teeth.
An evil smile danced across Moriarty's face and an evil glint appeared in his eye as he murmured "As you wish" and let Alex fall back to her impending doom. It seemed just after she fell, the authorities arrived and Sherlock already had Moriarty pinned. Lestrade came and collected him and then Sherlock ran down to the banks of the river.
"ALEX!" He yelled, shining his torch around. "ALEX ARE YOU THERE!?" No answer. He paced up and down the shoreline for about 15 minutes before retreating and telling Lestrade to send out a search team.
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Alex's POV:
Pain's literally shooting through me. Huh. How ironic.
As soon as Jim pushed me off the bridge and I landed in the water I swam to the banks and clawed myself up. I pulled myself up onto a bench and just laid there, which in fact was very stupid because I need medical attention but my phone's probably gone kersplat because of water damage. I pulled it out of my pocket and clicked it on and to my luck.. it worked! I thought about if I should ring the paramedics straight away but I hear my name being called.
"Miss Moriarty? I didn't know you were homeless" I know that voice. That's Abbey! My little intern!
"Abbey? Is that you?" I asked hoarsely.
"Yeah. Woah, are you okay?" She asked as she came closer to me and saw the wound.
"Not really. Can you drive me to the hospital?"
"I think so yeah," She replied. The car ride was silent except for me hissing in pain a couple of times. "Have you lost a lot of blood?"
"I don't know," I murmured. "I feel like I have, though"
"We're here, come on"
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3rd POV:
Lestrade has reported back to Sherlock that Alex hasn't been found but he receives a call.
"Sherlock!" Lestrade calls. "Alex is in hospital, she's alright.. Well.. you know what I mean" and with that news, Sherlock ran to the oncoming taxi, stopped it and hopped in. He arrived at the hospital and ran in and saw Abbey.
"Abigail?" He asked, he could remember her face and he knew her name was something along the lines of that.
"Um.. it's just Abbey. Are you okay? You look you're going to faint" She said.
"No, fine I'm fine" He replied. "Where's Alex?"
"They're operating on her, they said she's gonna be okay though," Abbey replied, and the colour flooded back into Sherlock's face. "You really love her, don't you, Mr Holmes?"
Sherlock hadn't thought about how much he loved Alex. He remembered all the things that he'd done for her and all the wonderful things she's done for him. Sherlock liked the way she smiled, the way her eyes lit up when he played his violin, the way she laughed when John would start cussing at Sherlock for leaving body parts in the fridge; the little things about her that made him smile.
"I do, Abbey. I do really love her" Sherlock replied with a small smile. He turned to Abbey and she looked as if she was about to explode with excitement.
"I ship you two so much, oh my gosh" She squealed before being shushed by a nurse.
"You what?" Sherlock asked in utter confusion.
"It just means I think you two are perfect for each other" Abbey answered.
"Glad we have your approval" Sherlock said with a little unsureness in that sentence.
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It's been an hour now and Sherlock's starting to worry, but the surgeon arrives with a relieved smile on his face.
"Alex is fine, she's recovering now. I'd have to say, she has quite a knack for getting shot, this is the second time she's been here for a gunshot wound" the doctor laughed. Sherlock smiled politely and then entered the room where Alex was being kept. Abbey waited outside while Sherlock quietly entered. Alex was still under the anaesthetic and was out cold.
Sherlock walked over to a chair and sat directly beside her and took her hand in both of his.
"I know I'll say this now so you won't kill me but," He smiled to the ground and laughed. "Alexis Jean Moriarty, I love you more than I have ever loved anyone else"
A/N: Hi everyone! It's finally up!! So happy, it's about time i kinda did a chapter but hey :) Hope you liked and don't forget to vote, comment and tell your friends!!
Lots of love
~R xo