FINAL CHAPTER! Thank you all soooo much for all your lovely reviews! My fingers are going to fall off with all this writing. Oooh, I have so many people to thank for the creation of this story. Foreverthepretender, who helped me a lot with the Moriarty scenes, and expecially Darkmagicalsorcres, who kindly leant me her character Jacklyn. Without you, this story may never have worked out *salutes* I am pondering over a prequel, which will include an older James and Harriet but if I decide to make one, it won't be for a while folks. I need my rest :P Love you all my herbe fleurs! 3
It all ended with a shot.
And it started too.
She left everything after that. She abandoned the baby, letting it crawl back to its rightful parents and went to him at once, turning her full attention on the fallen man. She let them take the baby and leave. She let them have what they wanted. Because all she wanted was him. She knew what she should have done. She should have taken the gun and turned the tables. But she didn't. What was the point?
It was all a vision of white and flashing lights. He felt himself drifting in and out of consciousness. He saw Sherlock and the night which changed everything. And that song rang in his ears, that bloody song.
Guess I'd rather hurt than feel nothing at all
It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now.
That's what you do when you think you're going to die.
You erase all the horror out of it and let the world disappear around you. You concentrate on the peaceful contentment to take your mind off the pain.
You take in the darkness surrounding you…
All the lights going out…
And blackness everywhere.
And a beautiful feeling, like sitting on a bubble of light.
Then someone was pressing the life back into him.
He opened his eyes and saw stars.
Two green eyes stared down and for a moment he thought it was Anderson, come to haunt him in the afterlife.
Something pressed against his lips and breathed in the air he needed.
He felt warm again
The dark haired woman was watching him with an emotionless expression, running her hand down his front. He felt the hole in his back but felt no pain.
"Just a spell I know" her voice was cold and deadly, "Just a magic trick"
Something wet snuck into his mouth and he groaned, moving his hand down towards her abdomen. He could almost feel the heartbeat of his son or daughter inside. In those split seconds he had being conscious, he uttered something which he would later look back to and laugh at.
"Boy or girl?"
A whisper tickled his ear, making him shiver.
"Neither. You've got twins"