Gaining wings 4/5
Title: Gaining Wings
Type: fic
Chapter: 4/5 Falling into Heaven
Rating: pg-13
Title: Gaining Wings
Pairing/s: Implied Sherlock/John, Implied Molly/Moriarty, Implied Lestrade/Mycroft
Notes: written for This Prompt: http://sherlockbbc-fic.livejournal.com/21697.html?thread=127596993#t127596993
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After the incident with Henry Knight, what Sherlock had thought might be an escaped hell-hound, turned out to be just a dog and some hallucinogenic gas.
Sherlock was on edge, aside from the thing with Irene, Moriarty hadn't really approached Sherlock since the pool, and he wouldn't wait much longer.
When Moriarty did finally come for Sherlock again, it was in the most spectacular way, high-level break-ins and deliberately allowing himself to be arrested then released, Moriarty proceeded to spin an epic story to a rather dim reporter, culminating in Sherlock being a terrible villain.
While standard demonic fare of separating the intended victim from all support, Moriarty pulled it off with the foul grace that made him Satan's favourite.
Without John, Sherlock had no doubt he would have returned to his old ways, maybe even become worse, instead he was fighting to keep John safe and happy.
But with every judgement and every dark look he was pierced with as the list of his faked crimes became longer, John stayed by his side.
Even Molly, Angelo and Lestrade stood by him, even during his arrest they believed him, Lestrade's part in it didn't hide his belief that Sherlock was as innocent as a demon could be.
But all things must end.
He was on a roof top with Moriarty, The other demon trying everything in his power to entice Sherlock back to their side.
Sherlock stood firm, his assured nature saying more than any words he might have said to Moriarty, he said them anyway.
"I'm on the side of the angels."
In one last attempt to reclaim him, Moriarty threatened to have the people he cared about killed, Lestrade, Mrs Hudson, John.
But the other demon knew it was a futile gesture when Sherlock first tried to bring Moriarty down.
So instead Moriarty faked his own death in one desperate attempt to make Sherlock's friends disappear.
As Sherlock watched false blood spill out of a facade, he knew in order to save his friends he had to die a traitor's death.
It wasn't as hard for a demon to die, he knew as soon as his head hit the ground, he would be carted to hell and imprisoned in its deepest pits for betraying his contract.
It didn't matter, John would be safe, Mrs Hudson, Lestrade, Molly even Angelo would be safe.
But first he had to make John believe Sherlock had been playing them all.
It was harder than he thought, and in the end he failed, even as he was stretching out his arms on the edge of a building, John refused to believe the words he was saying.
Even as he plummeted down, John's voice was singing that he, Sherlock was on the side of the angels.
Even as he felt the warmth, like he was being dipped in the sun-warmed ocean, John's love echoed through him.
Even as he welcomed death, he woke up in Molly's morgue.
Molly was smiling at him as Lestrade walked into the room with Mycroft just behind him holding a bag of Angelo's food.
Sherlock did a double take as he saw the feathered wings unfurling along his older brother's spine.
"What...How...Those are angel wings."
Sherlock nearly fainted as the mirror Molly was holding showed the small, small wings, tinier than even John's sprouting just between his shoulders.
Looking again at his brother, Sherlock was shocked the see him snuggling into Lestrade's side.
"Lestrade was once a Rebirth, so was Molly, Rebirth's have one unique quality that no born angel can obtain, because they don't judge, because they don't know, they can love a demon without it being tainted by the eyes of heaven."
Molly was the one who piped up next.
"A loved demon is very rare, and while it doesn't always work, if the demon responds to love with love, he can obtain a rare gift."
There was a sad look in Molly's eyes.
"Moriarty, you love Moriarty."
Tears ran down Molly's face.
"Yes, and I don't think I can ever stop trying to get him to love me."
Finally Lestrade looked up from where his hands where running along Mycroft's back.
"That's why she's never been promoted; she won't give up on what's been considered a hopeless case by most of heaven."
Sherlock looked at his new wings before turning to Lestrade.
"John?"
"You can't go back yet, John still doesn't know."
"But soon, I can come back soon."
"Eventually you can come back."
"Good, that's good I just need to do one more thing."
Type: fic
Chapter: 4/5 Falling into Heaven
Rating: pg-13
Title: Gaining Wings
Pairing/s: Implied Sherlock/John, Implied Molly/Moriarty, Implied Lestrade/Mycroft
Notes: written for This Prompt: http://sherlockbbc-fic.livejournal.com/21697.html?thread=127596993#t127596993
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After the incident with Henry Knight, what Sherlock had thought might be an escaped hell-hound, turned out to be just a dog and some hallucinogenic gas.
Sherlock was on edge, aside from the thing with Irene, Moriarty hadn't really approached Sherlock since the pool, and he wouldn't wait much longer.
When Moriarty did finally come for Sherlock again, it was in the most spectacular way, high-level break-ins and deliberately allowing himself to be arrested then released, Moriarty proceeded to spin an epic story to a rather dim reporter, culminating in Sherlock being a terrible villain.
While standard demonic fare of separating the intended victim from all support, Moriarty pulled it off with the foul grace that made him Satan's favourite.
Without John, Sherlock had no doubt he would have returned to his old ways, maybe even become worse, instead he was fighting to keep John safe and happy.
But with every judgement and every dark look he was pierced with as the list of his faked crimes became longer, John stayed by his side.
Even Molly, Angelo and Lestrade stood by him, even during his arrest they believed him, Lestrade's part in it didn't hide his belief that Sherlock was as innocent as a demon could be.
But all things must end.
He was on a roof top with Moriarty, The other demon trying everything in his power to entice Sherlock back to their side.
Sherlock stood firm, his assured nature saying more than any words he might have said to Moriarty, he said them anyway.
"I'm on the side of the angels."
In one last attempt to reclaim him, Moriarty threatened to have the people he cared about killed, Lestrade, Mrs Hudson, John.
But the other demon knew it was a futile gesture when Sherlock first tried to bring Moriarty down.
So instead Moriarty faked his own death in one desperate attempt to make Sherlock's friends disappear.
As Sherlock watched false blood spill out of a facade, he knew in order to save his friends he had to die a traitor's death.
It wasn't as hard for a demon to die, he knew as soon as his head hit the ground, he would be carted to hell and imprisoned in its deepest pits for betraying his contract.
It didn't matter, John would be safe, Mrs Hudson, Lestrade, Molly even Angelo would be safe.
But first he had to make John believe Sherlock had been playing them all.
It was harder than he thought, and in the end he failed, even as he was stretching out his arms on the edge of a building, John refused to believe the words he was saying.
Even as he plummeted down, John's voice was singing that he, Sherlock was on the side of the angels.
Even as he felt the warmth, like he was being dipped in the sun-warmed ocean, John's love echoed through him.
Even as he welcomed death, he woke up in Molly's morgue.
Molly was smiling at him as Lestrade walked into the room with Mycroft just behind him holding a bag of Angelo's food.
Sherlock did a double take as he saw the feathered wings unfurling along his older brother's spine.
"What...How...Those are angel wings."
Sherlock nearly fainted as the mirror Molly was holding showed the small, small wings, tinier than even John's sprouting just between his shoulders.
Looking again at his brother, Sherlock was shocked the see him snuggling into Lestrade's side.
"Lestrade was once a Rebirth, so was Molly, Rebirth's have one unique quality that no born angel can obtain, because they don't judge, because they don't know, they can love a demon without it being tainted by the eyes of heaven."
Molly was the one who piped up next.
"A loved demon is very rare, and while it doesn't always work, if the demon responds to love with love, he can obtain a rare gift."
There was a sad look in Molly's eyes.
"Moriarty, you love Moriarty."
Tears ran down Molly's face.
"Yes, and I don't think I can ever stop trying to get him to love me."
Finally Lestrade looked up from where his hands where running along Mycroft's back.
"That's why she's never been promoted; she won't give up on what's been considered a hopeless case by most of heaven."
Sherlock looked at his new wings before turning to Lestrade.
"John?"
"You can't go back yet, John still doesn't know."
"But soon, I can come back soon."
"Eventually you can come back."
"Good, that's good I just need to do one more thing."