How could you do this to me?

How could you?

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-2 years.

-Yes.

-Do you have ANY idea what I went through!? John explodes in his face.

Sherlock doesn't answer.

-I was going to KILL myself. THAT'S how fucked up I've been.

-John, I'm sorry.

John chuckles. At how absolutely crazy this man is.
-You're sorry?

-Yes.

-How could you do this to me?

...

-ANSWER ME.

-It was to protect you.

-Protect?
John shakes his head. Then jumps onto Sherlock. Pushing him down to the ground. Holding his shirt collar.
-ANYTHING. YOU COULD HAVE GIVEN ME ANYTHING TO PROVE YOU WERE STILL ALIVE.
John's emotions have taken over completely. He's crying. His mind is all blurry. He's seeing red.

Sherlock doesn't fight back. He tries blocking the hits but it's not easy.

-John please let me explain!
He manages to get out.
John stops punching him. Instead he picks up his head by his collar.

-Please. Explain to me how you could do this to me. He spits in Sherlock's face.

-Okay.
Sherlock tries to catch his breath. He's bleeding from  his nose and got some pretty hard hits all over his body.
-But please let us get of the roof first.

-No.

-John.

-I'll jump if you try to make me go anywhere else.

Sherlock believes him. John let's him go and he gathers himself a bit before starting.

-John. Do you really want me too tell you the whole story.

-Positive.

-Moriarty was waiting for me on the roof. It was time for the "final problem." I knew this was coming. I also knew Mrs. Huddson wasn't really injured.

On the roof Moriarty explained it all to me. This was the final part. My suicide.

Sherlock pauses.

-That's it!?

-No. John, he had three hitmen. One for Lestrade, one for Mrs. Huddson...And one for you.

-Me?

-If I jumped, he'd call them off. If I didn't, you would die.

John face softens, as he starts realising how it all went down.

-I figured, there must be a call off code word. All I needed to do was get Moriarty to tell me what it was, since he was the one who knew. That's when he shot himself.

So I had no choice left but to..you know what happend next.

-You killed yourself...to save me?

Sherlock looks at him.

-Well, I'm still here, so no.

John thinks about it.

-How did you survive...?

-I'll never tell you.

-Sherlock.

-Nope.

Silence.

-I think we can go down now.

Sherlock nods.

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