All's Well That Ends Well
Sherlock and John had just solved a case. They were taking a break from all that work. This was obviously John's idea. Sherlock did not like it but still agreed to it for John's sake.
Sherlock was sitting on the sofa staring at the wall as he had nothing else to do. Suddenly John came out of his room dressed extremely well. It was very different from the usual.
"John" Sherlock said.
"Yes?" John said.
"Nothing", Sherlock said.
"Ok", John said.
Hmm. Formal clothes. Neck tie. Strong perfume. Neatly combed and gelled hair. Everything perfectly in its place. Somewhat tensed. Sherlock was thinking to himself. John was definitely going on a date.
"John", Sherlock asked.
"Yes Sherlock?"
"Where are you going?"
"Umm," John was somewhat hesitating, "Umm, actually, umm, I was, ummm..."
"John you say it properly. You are going for a date."
"Umm yes. Its with Sarah Sawyer."
"The doc?"
"Yes"
"I made you rissoto"
"You cooked?"
"Yes"
"I'll have it tomorrow"
As usual, John was very nervous about his date. All suited up, he was out for his date while Sherlock was home getting bored. He tried playing the piano, doing his weird experiments, and what not to pass his time but nothing could amuse him. Not having John by his side was not good for him.
All of a sudden, Sherlock got a text.
Meet me. The Pool. Midnight. If you want to save your friend.
JM.
knew it was John. The time now was 10 o'clock. That meant he had only 2 hours to figure out what had happened.
He tried reasoning everything but nothing could fit into equation. He thought that it was time to get Mycroft involved.
I need your help.
SH.
Mycroft reached 221B in a few minutes.
"Brother dear, what is wrong?" Mycroft asked.
"He took away John"
"Oh poor you, you are in love with him"
"Y-y-ees."
"We will look for him."
Sherlock along with Mycroft started for the pool 15 minutes prior to midnight. After reaching the pool, Sherlock went in while Mycroft was standing outside.
Just then, he saw John coming out.
"This is a turn-up, isn't it Sherlock?" John said.
"John what the hell?"
"Bet you never saw this coming"
Sherlock was smarter than Jim Moriarty thought. He had never seen Moriarty but he know better than John to be Moriarty. Just then he noticed bomb peeping out of John's jacket. Sherlock understood that this was all Moriarty's plan. He was clever enough to take both of them out of there but right now he was blinded by love.
"Oh John, I know its not you..." Sherlock proceeded to hug John.
Just then someone shot John in the chest and he fell on the ground. Sherlock looked up, and there he was, Jim Moriarty, in a tuxedo, standing on the balcony with a gun. Mycroft heard the firing from outside, and got inside with his men. They tried to catch Moriarty but he fled.
Sherlock took John in his arms and said, "I am not going to let anything happen to you John. I love you."
"It took you so long to finally say it to me Sherlock. I love you too." John replied.
"Brother dear, we should take him to a doctor." Mycroft said.
"Yes", Sherlock said, kissing John passionately.
The End.
This is my first fanfic. Criticism is welcome.