Johnlock Oneshots

The Snipper

I used to be silent before John. I could go without speaking for weeks. I used to get high frequently before John. I used to be lonely (though I'd never admit it) before John. I thought I had nothing of true intrinsic value before John. I thought I'd never love before John. I felt alone until I met John.

Now I'm willing to give my life for John. Dying at the hands of Moriarty's sniper seems a pitiful death to me.
I watch the snipper keenly, the stalker, the hunter, little does he know he's being stalked. He moves with the crowd of people as I line my rifle; at this angle the bullet will travel from the top of his head to his pelvis where it will lose velocity and motion, becoming ingrained into the bone. He'll be dead in under a minute. I've never killed anyone before, nor did I ever dream I would. But if I don't take down Moriarty's network I'll never go home to John. I use this to reassure myself as I pull the trigger. People scream as the snipper collapses. His wife sobs dropping to the ground to hold him. I hear cries of "Call an ambulance!"
I turn my back to the scene and make my get-away back to my hotel room. I checked into the hotel under the name John Hudson, it brings me back to earth and reminds me what I'm still fighting for. I pack up the rifle and sit on my bed. Emotions floods me; relief, guilt, pity. I picture how his wife must feel, he was a cheater and a killer but his wife didn't know that. I feel pity for her. Relief that I may see John sooner. And Guilt that I've taken a life when I spend my time trying to save them. I'll still save lives through what I did but I never knew killing would feel like this. I need to make it back to John, that's what matters right now; I can wallow in my guilt when I'm lying in John's arms. I'm ready.