Type: oneshot (based off a text post on tumblr)

pairings: johnlock

warnings: blood and gore

The world was dull.

Sherlock laid upside down, his legs hanging over the back of the couch. You were in the same position, "I'm bored." Sherlock growled. "me too." You responded, closing your eyes. Your mind was buzzing, desperate for something to do, something to latch on to.

John rolled his eyes, looking at the two of you. "Unbelievable." He muttered, typing on his laptop, you'd been featured in his stories ever since John allowed you on crime scenes. Sherlock stood, crawling over to peer over John's shoulder, you did the same to the other side. "(Your name) why don't you call Darren?"

"He's out of town." You said boredly, peeking at the computer.

"No that one was unsolved!" Sherlock protested.

"We've been over this, people want to know you're human." John continued typing.

"But we aren't human, are we?" You looked over at Sherlock.

"Scientifically speaking yes, according to everyone else, no." He kept his eyes on John's laptop. "Go find something else to do." John glared, the detective stood and laid his long body over the arms of the chair, landing himself in John's lap. The doctor looked down at him, managing to lift his laptop up in time.

"Sherlock I'm busy."

"I'm bored."

"Well I'm busy."

You rolled your eyes, standing. "I'm going for a walk." You shoved your hands in your pockets, "I'll walk around twice, y'all are gonna want the time." You winked and exited.

***

You did as you said, you'd walked a couple blocks and back, finding yourself tired from the physical exertion. You opened the door to 221b, "so did y'all have fun-" you found a small note taped to John's chair, blood stained the corners, John's gun beside it, crimson painted the handle.

Looks like Daddy and Papa are in trouble this time. Tick tock. You'll find them where it all began. Come alone or daddy gets it.

~ JM & SM

You felt your blood run cold, your eyes widened. He had John and Sherlock, biting down on your lip."Mrs. Hudson I'm going out." You called, turning and walking right back out of the flat, a certain vengeance in your step as you grabbed John's gun. Moriarty had played his last game.

***

You stared at the building in front of you, John and Sherlock were inside, no problem.

Actually, big problem.

It was your mother's house.

You bit your lip, you hadn't been here since John whisked you away. You hadn't faced the music quite yet, the sound of a gunshot pulled you from your thoughts. You looked down at John's gun in your hands, you had to. You sprinted towards the door, moving as fast as your legs would carry you. You opened it slowly, gun drawn, finger on the trigger. The house was pitch black, you slowly stepped inside. You could hear the squish as your foot landed in a puddle, you felt a slight nausea when you realized it was blood. It trailed all down the hall, you carefully tiptoed towards the living room. The lights flickered on within your arrival, The sight sickened you. Sherlock was chained to a chair, his face littered with cuts and bruises, his shirt was torn hitting at others. John seemed to be coming to his senses, tied to another chair, a single slash down the side of his face, bruises that seemed to be left by fingerprints on his neck.

And within all the chaos Jim Moriarty sat in between them, his legs crossed, gun in hand. Sebastian Moran stood behind him, also holding a pistol.

"Ah, (your name), you're late." A twisted grain appeared on his lips, both of your father's eyes fell on you, both widening. "Let them go." You hissed, anger coursing throughout you. "Oh I will." He slowly stood, you kept your guard up. "Oh really?" You raised an eyebrow, keeping your finger on the trigger of your gun. "Yes, but you're the deciding factor." Jim gestured to you with his gun. "You see, I could get to Sherlock through torturing his precious over here. " he looked over at John, "but I realized Sherlock won't be around forever, so why not mess with his young companion?" He smirked, Sherlock looked at you helplessly. He tugged at his chains, the gag that had been covering his lips slipped down after some maneuvering. "Don't you dare touch her." He growled, his voice deep and fierce. "She has nothing to do with this."

"Oh but she's everything." He looked back at you, "Sebastian." He said boredly, and the sniper stood and pressed his gun to John's forehead, Jim pressed his to Sherlock's. "Now I'm going to give you a choice, darling." He smirked and you felt a shiver run down your spine, fear and anger spread all throughout you. "Do you pick daddy, or papa? Only one is escaping." Jim smirked.

Your eyes floated between them both, Sherlock's became cold and guarded, as did John's. "I'm not choosing." You growled.

"Oh but you are." Jim placed a finger on the trigger, "because if you don't pick within the next five seconds, we both shoot."

You stared at him, horrified.

"Five."

You had to choose.

"Four."

It was clear that both of them wanted you to choose the other. 

"Three."

You couldn't save them both.

"Two."

Sherlock looked down.

"One."

"WAIT!" you screamed,  earning looks from everyone.

"You said Sherlock won't last forever, and he won't. But why not eliminate me instead of him? It's clearly smarter. I have a lot more life ahead of me." You stood up straight, your gaze unwavering. A variety of muffled protests came from John's gag covered lips. Jim seemed to actually be considering. "Not to mention he fact that it would pain him to see his daughter die wouldn't it?" You seemed to make Jim's decision easier. "Good point." He turned and aimed the gun at you.

Sherlock's chair seemed to move forward, a dangerous look in his eye as he tried to move toward him. "Don't you dare pull that trigger."

He hissed. "Shhh, you'll ruin the sweet moment."

"Wait, you've missed one thing." You narrowed your eyes at him.

"And what would that be?"

"I'm not as helpless as you think." You stepped forward in the blink of an eye, you placed a heavy kick to his stomach, causing him to stumble back. Sebastian whirled around, his gun aimed at you but you were faster, your gun aimed at Jim, you stepped forward and pressed it to his forehead. "Moran I dare you to shoot me, but if you you'll see your boyfriends brains decorating my mother's nice white wall." You hissed.

Sebastian looked conflicted for a moment, he narrowed his eyes. "Now as my uncle once said. Look scared and scuttle." You gestured with your head towards the door. Sebastian didn't move at first, "you wouldn't actually shoot him. You're a simple minded thirteen year old girl."

A mischievous smirk pulled at your lips, "that's what Sherlock thought at first yet here we are." You lowered the gun from his forehead to his chest, and pulled the trigger.

Sebastian's eyes widened and he rushed forward, you stepped back, gun on him. "I shot him in the right part of his chest. Your heart resides in the center or to the left." You lowered it, blood began to stain Jim's white shirt. You took the butt of the gun and slammed it into Sebastian's head. He crumpled to the ground. You hurried over to John, quickly untying him. As soon as his arms were free, he wrapped them around you, pulling you close to  him. He buried his face in your hair, "Jesus you scared me." He whispered.

Sherlock cleared his throat, and you pulled away from John turning towards him. You tossed John your phone, "call graham." You grabbed a Hair pin from your pocket and placing it in the lock on his chains, a rope would of been too easy for the genius to escape.  He rubbed his wrists, you both looked at each other awkwardly for a moment before he gingerly reached out and you both embraced each other. You felt yourself begin to tremble as the events seemed to catch up with you, tears threatened to spill. Sherlock held you tighter, He whispered four words you'd never heard before.

"I'm proud of you."

You felt yourself smile slightly, the sound of John ending the phone call with Lestrade sounded in the background. You felt John wrap his arms around the both of you and you had a feeling everything would work out just fine.

A/n

Ayo so it's 2:47 am and I got the idea for this and I wrote it and I'm exhausted so I didn't spellcheck and I can't sleep. I went to my friends house for our MCR celebration (now an rip MCR) and my ex bestie who I thought was friends with me again never showed so, me and my friend played Pokemon go and I was finally able to talk about my breakup with someone who understood what if guy he was. No offense to you Guys.

I might be wrong but I'm starting to get the feeling she has a crush on me,. Don't ask how or why bc I'm not entirely sure yet so I won't expand on the idea.

It's late.

I'm gonna write some more.

Love y'all

Bye bye for now