3 Years Later...

I've Said Goodbye...

"Sherlock.." John whispered.

"Yes John, I am so sorry. I did what needed to be done and now it's done."

John's eyes filled with anger and rage. Not pain just a bitterness. A bitterness to the man who had wasted three years of his life.

"Why?!" John shouted.

"To protect you. To protect Ms. Hudson. To protect Lestrade. Moriarty had three snipers, three bullets, three victims."

"You've given us more pain than a bullet would." John hissed at him.

"John, I said I was sorry and I am truly sorry. I am sorry for all the things I've put you through for the past three years; but I had to. There was still some of Moriarty's men out there, and if I came back to 221B, and they found out. Everyone's life would be in danger."

"Three years. Three of the worst years of my life, and you knew it. Let me guess you were there every Sunday? You sat idlily by and watched me as I was fading. And who did you do this for Sherlock? Not me, nor Ms. Hudson, nor Lestrade, you. You needed to finished your silly stupid game with Moriarty. You don't care Sherlock, you never did. And by the way I've already said goodbye to you." John went over to the desk as he spoke and pulled out his gun. "You are nothing Sherlock, you are a fake. A nusiance to this world. A betrayer. A lier. I can fix one of those things."

John aimed the gun at Sherlock.

"No, please John."

"I've already said goodbye."

Three shots rang out.