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[sherlockbbc_fic]

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"I'm sorry John…this was the only way…the only-" Sherlock pauses through clenched teeth sucking in breath through his nose in an attempt to ease his nausea. "The only way…to get jam."

"Clever boy" the figure at the window says revealing it's identity…indeed it was Moriarty. "But not clever enough, for you are ordinary no better then your sniveling pet" he says throwing a look at Watson. "If you were half the detective you claimed to be you'd know that there was another way, to get what you so desperately desired."

Sherlock frowns at this "Impossible I thought of every possible scenario-"

"DID YOU NOW?" Moriarty screams manic as ever "Looks like you will never best me Mr. Holmes." Is the last thing he says before opening his mouth setting a revolver into it and shooting. His skull bursts smearing the window in red.

John stares dumbfounded, Sherlock is silent for a moment his brilliant eyes locked onto the painted window "I understand now…how did I not see it."

"See what"

Sherlock makes no sign that he has heard Watson his glassy grey eyes finally tearing away from the window and moving frantically around the room, examining, absorbing all that was around him.

"Sherlock, Sherlock look at me, what do you understand?" John says using his free hand to tap at Sherlock cheek to no avail. Sherlock's eyes finally find a resting place on the two pieces of toast. "I understand now…the jam….it was right in front of me all along, right under my nose." Is the last thing Sherlock says before his eyes slide shut.

"Sherlock?" John says just above a whisper his voice cracking. Johns eyes move to the toast splattered in blood and he smiles a sad smile. "It looks like…..were in a bit of a jam." He says, getting up and taking a bite of the toast.

Epilogue

Lestrade walks into to the blood covered room the first thing he sees is Watson covered in a red substance eating toast while cradling a limp Sherlock.

"What happened here Dr. Watson?"

"It was the jam..the jam, bloody god forsaken jam" he says unconsciously rocking back and forth.

"I don't understand" Lestrade says "Why didn't you just go to the supermarket?"

FIN