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Re: Smiley Face 2/3

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Don’t say anything, John said as they entered the flat. Normal boring day, let it pass. Sherlock surely has his reasons.

Sherlock smiled as he closed the door. “John,” he said as if he just remembered something, “Come with me a moment. I want to show you something.”

John followed. He was suspicious now, but trying his best to hide it. Maybe it was nothing. “What do you want to show me?” John asked.

“This,” Sherlock reached into a drawer and pulled out a semiautomatic pistol with a silencer attached.” He pointed it at John’s face.

John froze. Slowly he raised his hands to either side of his face. His mind raced. He couldn’t get back through the door before Sherlock shot him. He couldn’t reach forward and deflect the gun before it shot him either. Sherlock was smiling brightly at him as if this were a fun game.

“Sherlock,” he said, slowly, his voice creaking. “Are you going to kill me.”

“Haven’t decided yet,” said Sherlock. “I like you John. I really, really like you. But you’ve caught on to what I’m doing, and obviously I have to protect myself. I don’t want to kill you, John. So the question becomes, can I trust you.”

“Of course you can trust me,” said John easily. “I’d never give you away.”

“You’d say that to save yourself, of course,” said Sherlock. “What would you do to prove it?”

“What do you want me to do?” asked John. He was utterly in the moment. Every thought, every feeling, all dedicated to now. Time stretched.

“Will you help me?” asked Sherlock. “If you kill with me, I won’t kill you. We’ll be in it together.” He grinned.

Killing. God. John had killed before in Afghanistan. It hadn’t been his primary duty, but when and IED goes off and you are suddenly being ambushed from all sides, it doesn’t matter if you are supposedly non-combatant support. You shoot your gun at the enemy just like everyone else, because that’s what you have to do to survive.

But was this really self-defense? Yes. Yes it was. Because Sherlock wasn’t going to let him live if he didn’t do it. And he didn’t think he could live without Sherlock. Without this … whatever it was they had. He couldn’t go back to living in that awful hotel, alone. Purposeless.

“Who would you have me kill.”

“Unpleasant people,” said Sherlock. “No one that the world wouldn’t be better without.”