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I'm an Angel with a Shotgun
Sherlock tries to punch Andrew Jackson, but sadly, he's weapon less.
Fight until the wars won
Andrew grabbed his knife, and tried to plunge it into Sherlock's chest. All he got was jumper.
I don't care if Heaven won't take me back
John Watson fell to the ground, blood seeping from his chest. Andrew pulled out a gun.
I'll throw away my faith, babe
Sherlock screamed for John, as he knew the wound was most likely fatal.
Andrew shot his gun. John Watson tripped Sherlock.
Just to keep you safe
Sherlock landed. Concussion, by the sound of it. John Watson pulled out the knife in his side, despite the fact he knew it would kill him.
Don't you know you're everything I have?
John Watson shakily attacked Andrew. Andrew, in shock of what he witnessed, was frozen temporarily. John used this time to stab the knife into his rib cage. Fatal, just like his own wound.
And I want to live not just survive
John Watson's knees gave out on him. To the alley floor he went. Andrew didn't have time to process it, as he was dead, or comatose. John didn't care at this point.
Tonight
On February, 29, 2016, John Watson died a hero, and saved Sherlock Holmes' life. Sometimes, though, Sherlock will hear a voice help him with cases, and sometimes, you can find jumpers displayed everywhere. In 221b Baker Street, John Watson was not forgotten, and never would be.