Single: Part 10

Sherlock slowly made his way up the seventeen steps to their flat. -I will burn you, Sherlock Holmes! Burn you!-

Sherlock sighed as he paused at the door, his hand on the door knob. He entered the flat, his mind working. He shrugged off his coat and hung it on the rack. Turning, his heart dropped.

John lay on his arm chair over the arm rests, his skin a ghostly pale, a little orange bottle lay open on the carpet next to the chair, empty.

"God damn..." Sherlock muttered, running to John's side.

John's eyes slowly opened to lock on Sherlock's. 

"what have you done, John..?"

"I... couldn't handle it... anymore..." John's voice was just above a whisper.

Sherlock nestled down next to John, stroking his cheek, his eyes getting hot.

"John... I'm calling an ambulance... You need to get the poison out and ..."

"It's... too late..." John moaned in pain.

"Wh... What..?" Sherlock lowered his cell phone he had taken out.

"It's been thirty minutes... I'll be... Few more minutes..."

"Why did you -do- this?!" Sherlock felt hot tears rolling down his cheeks.

"You with... Moriarty... Without Molly... I have nothing... Without you I have... nothing..."

"I broke up with him, John... for you!" Sherlock cuddled John in his arms, pulling his from his chair into his lap.

"But he'll... kill you..."

"We can out run him, John! Together! Please, don't leave me! I can't... go on without... please..." Sherlock sobbed into John, feeling John's heart rate start to slow dangerously.

"It's too... late, Sherlock. I'm dying..."

"No... John... You-you can't..." Sherlock had so many feelings swelling up inside him.

"Kiss me..." John moaned.

"John..."

"Please... I want to... die on your lips, Sherlock..."

Sherlock pressed his lips against John's, feeling his lips form into his. He held John's head up, his body laid across his lap with on arm wrapped around his middle. Sherlock intertwined his fingers with John's. He felt John's breath on his skin, shallow and slow. He felt John take a slow, deep breath and let it out, his grip on Sherlock's hand loosened and his lips deformed from Sherlock's. Hot tears ran down Sherlock's face and down onto John's. he gently pulled his lips off of John's and stared into his life-less eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes that used to have so much light sinning from them now ran ice cold, like his skin.

Sherlock squeezed John's life-less hands affectionately. "I will always love you, John. Always..."

He kissed John's life-less lips once more and just sat there, cuddling John's cold, limp body. He dialed a number on his cell phone, raising it to his ear.

"Lestrade..?"

"Sherlock, are you... Are you alright? You sound like your..."

"John is dead..."