Chapter 17 Loved up Prisoners

John and Jim suddenly felt themselves being grabbed by a number of dark clothed men and dragged apart. Deciding he wasn't going to be mollycoddled by complete strangers and there was definitely no way he was being separated from his partner, he allowed them to grab him and lift before he slumped forward dropping all his weight into the men's arms so they found themselves off balance sending them all to the floor. Using this has momentum he managed to tuck himself into a forward roll as he hit the ground, grabbing one of the men's weapon as he fell. As he unrolled and came to his feet he slammed his fist into the man's throat that had come down with him causing him to sputter and choke. Acknowledging one man down he turned to the other man that had managed to get to his feet, again rolling out of the way he then got to his feet in a crouched position and then swept out the man's leg and then punched him in the face knocking him unconscious. Not expecting this sudden attack no one else had yet moved to attack and subdue them, using this hesitation John ran towards those holding Jim and used his extra training from Seb to break the two men arms that held Jim in place and then finished off with a choke hold and a kick to the solar plexus take them both out.

Jim now free John quickly took up his weapon and stood in front of him protecting him and taking him of sight of Mycroft and the others.

'Well it been nice, but me and Jim have somewhere to be' highlighted John to a now aspirated Mycroft.

'John you have nowhere to go, my men have this building surrounded' replied Mycroft to the two men.

Taking a another look round and taking note of who was left to stand in his way john couldn't help but point out Mycroft's last mistake of underestimating him

'Well I hate to say it Mycroft but you thought you had me and Jim subdued and how here we are!' waving his weapon in Mycroft's face.

Mycroft found himself wheeling backward away from John knowing that he was a crack shot, his men had now snapped into shape and all were holding their weapons to John and Jim's head. John noting his odds were not looking good attempted to back himself and Jim towards the balcony behind where Vincent had stood not once taking his eyes of the men surrounding them. John knew they were backed into a corner; even the priest seemed to be trying to intervene to safe them but was being held back by one of the soldiers that had appeared.

'John give it up, you have nowhere to go, Mycroft's right, do you think they will let you leave here alive if you don't give yourself up' cried out a now worried Sherlock who had come to realise how bad the situation had become.

Mycroft turned to his little brother who was now irate with fear for his old friend who appeared to be taking the suicidal route. Mycroft loved his brother and wished he could help him but Moriarty had to be stopped and now John was now working for him it was unfortunate but John was going to be a casualty in this.

John stared at them he knew Sherlock was right but he wouldn't leave Jim, putting his gun down he turned to Jim and smiled.

'What do you think my love?' winking to a now bemused and bewildered Jim,

'And what's that my dear?' taking John's hand which held the gun.

'Surrender or take our chances?' using his head to indicate the balcony and his intention to jump hoping that Jim had worked it out as he was backing up earlier.

Jim knew what John was getting at he had noticed that John was heading that way, looking at John with absolute trust all would be ok he answered with something he knew that John would understand, he pulled him into a full blown kiss. All the onlookers were confused and unsure of what to do.

Mycroft snapping out of his confused state barked his orders but before he could finish, John and Jim pulled out of their kiss grabbed each other's hand and ran to the balcony edge.

'Stop them' screamed Mycroft

And at that very moment both men turned to the onlookers and smiled before jumping.

'NO' screamed Sherlock as he ran to where the men once stood, as he peered over edge all he could see was a vast cliff edge with a flowing waterfall falling into a pool below, no sign of the two men.

Sherlock stood and stared into the abyss tears falling down his face, he didn't hear Mycroft approach or order his men to search the area for survivors. Sherlock was in his own world struck down in grief for his lost friend. Mycroft touched his arm letting him know he was there for him.

'I'm sorry Sherlock, in a way maybe this was for the best Moriarty was never going to let him go and John was already lost I fear. At least remember him for who he was not for who he came to be.'

Sherlock turned to him, tears still pouring down his face

'It is strange brother, but I do believe Moriarty loved him in his way I could see it in the way he looked at John and how John looked at him. Maybe your right but I hoped that the old John was in there somewhere and we could still save him' he choked turning back towards the place where they jumped.

'Come brother, time to go home and mourn the dead' hoping that Sherlock would follow behind. Taking this cue Sherlock turned and walked by his brother side to go home.

Meanwhile somewhere near the border, the fugitive Sebastian Moran had managed to elude his chasers, hearing the beep notifying him of a new messages he opens his phone to find a single text;

'Time is a luxury for we have plenty; it's time we started again see you soon'

Closing his phone Seb smiled, knowing he couldn't wait and soon wasn't soon enough.

Hoped you enjoyed!

Did John and Jim survive I leave that to your imagination…..