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Sherlock- Sherlock X Reader X Moriarty [1]

Title: Only One
Prompt: We know that evil lurks around every corner; what we don't know is just how close those corners are...
Warnings: Angst, violence
Spoilers: Season 4 (wow we made it that far)
Requested by @HolyFangirl (sorry if this was slightly different to how you wanted it)
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For God's sake. You didn't need this. You didn't want this. Having to decide... the worst torture of your life. The grey room flooded your eyesight with a tone of misery. Your eyes stung with tears and the weight in your hand forever reminded you of your fate.

You were tricked. Everyone was. Now you were stuck in this room after Sherlock's sister slowly broke him down.

Sherlock's sister.

Who would have thought that Sherlock had a sister?

Her name was Euros.

It was Sherlock that she was targeting mostly, but now it was your turn. She told you that you were the only one who could get them out.
"It's all down to you," she explained.

And so you looked around, your heart pumping in your ear drums. "Hang on," John said. "Sherlock, boost me up." Jim stood aside next to you, wondering what John was doing.

John pulled a ceiling panel aside. In the ceiling sat a pistol. As John picked it up, there was a click and a BANG! He flew off of Sherlock's makeshift boost (his interlocked hands) and into you- who stood directly behind him.

"What was that?" Jim asked before breathing an 'oh'. Without realising what was happening, You shimmied out from under John to retrieve the pistol a few metres away.

As you approached it, you saw a piece of string that pulled the trigger into the hand grip. You gasped in shock. Before you could turn around, Euros projected herself onto the wall in a stream. "Don't turn around, Y/N," she instructed. "Take the pistol."

Worried about anyone else obtaining injuries, You did as you were told. "Now, I am going to explain exactly how this is going to work.

"Inside that gun is one bullet. There used to be two but that doesn't matter."

On the left; your boyfriend (to put it bluntly). The curly haired, low pitched crime-solving detective. His eyes, usually a teal blue with gold flecks now burst with colour in the centre of his puffy red sockets. A vein pulsed from his temple in stress. His hands were soaked with crimson– blood.

On the right; your brother. The super smooth, super sleek Irish psychopath. You had absolutely no idea where his attitude came from. Luckily, you were 'normal' (which would mean unique). You were a good person. And how he angered you... yet, he was your brother. And you loved each other, no matter how angry you got at the other.

"John! John!" Sherlock had his scarf pressed against John's side. He was getting paler and paler, with sweat pouring down his forehead. It was all your fault. At least, that's what you thought. You should have been on that floor bleeding out, not your best friend.

You were by John's side on your knees, not doing what you were told because John was your best friend– whilst Jim stood to the side looking almost... disappointed.

"Y/N," a voice spoke through the intercom. Heart pounding, you took a deep breath.
"What do you want?" You growled softly.
"Stand up."

Your eyes locked with Sherlock's. He was heaving breaths. Slowly, you rose to your feet. "Now what?"

"Shoot him," she demanded. You were both shocked and confused. "Who?"
"That's for you to decide. Either way, that bullet needs to penetrate flesh; and you have to shoot the trigger. Otherwise, everyone dies."

You gripped your hair. Your brother or your lover? Sociopath or psychopath? Or yourself? No words could describe how conflicted you felt.

"What to do, what to do?"
A song-like taunt.

You tried lifting the weapon, but couldn't find the strength to do so. "I can't," you breathed.
"You don't have a choice. And the clock's counting down." A screen projected five minutes for you to decide... and counting.

"Y/N, I know this must be hard, but just shoot me," Sherlock piped up. "It makes it easier for everyone."
"But I can't! You were there for me when no one else was. I'll never forgive myself."

You turned to your brother. He sighed. "I wouldn't prefer it, but if it makes it easier..." he gestured to himself.
"But you're my brother! It's impossible!"

John groaned faintly from his space on the floor and everyone turned to look at him.

"Tick, tock, Y/N," Euros taunted.

The gun was trembling in your grip. "I just can't...." you whimpered. What were you to do? It was an impossible deed.

"Ten seconds or everyone dies," Euros suddenly deadpanned, as if she were bored of the whole ordeal.

"Just pull the trigger!"

You raised the gun towards the men in front of you, switching between the two.

"Three!"

Within the last moments, you turned the gun to your torso.

"No!" Jim and Sherlock called out to you, eyes widened and faces contorted into terror.

But it was too late.

A hand came to push the gun away from you, but there was a sudden bang and you cried out, hands darting to your chest.

Someone was there to catch you. Jim entered your view. "Oh, love..." he tried to clog up the wound to your chest, but more blood ended up seeping out.
"J-John..." you choked.

Sherlock had been checking to make sure  he was stabilised. He seemed to be fine, for now.

"Stay with me now..." Jim cradled you.
"I– sorry..." you managed.
"What for?" He began to well up with tears, ears burning a bright red.
"I c-couldn't... n-not you g-guys..." your eyes began to leak too.
"No, don't cry, love." Jim lifted his hand to check your wound, which hadn't stopped bleeding. "Sherlock!"

You never thought that he would be asking his nemesis for help. Jim's blazer slid his way. He grabbed it and was attempting to clog the hole in your chest, but you pushed it away. "W-Westwood, right?"
"Honey, a bloodied Westwood suit is the least of my problems right now." And with that, he pressed harshly to your torso.

Your eyes stung with exhaustion, and you began blinking slowly. "Don't close your eyes!" Sherlock croaked. "Please..."
"She's trying!" Jim retorted. "YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS!" He added with a broken cry. Honestly, he sounded dangerous, but vulnerable.

From behind the cameras in the safe room, Euros looked on with a smile– completely content with the disaster she caused and the people she broke in the midst of it.

THE END

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Sorry it took so long to get out but slowly these requests are gonna be churning out. Sorry for the long wait but I was busy– I know, shock horror.

But, summer's just around the corner so the amount of time will drastically increase :) Anyway, I hope you like it!
That's all.

Stay Strong Guys,
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