Well this is my first story and Its kind of starting to write itself so we will see where it goes

and quick question would you rather have a lot of short more frequently updated chapters or long less frequent chapter (just tell me in the review along with what you think) no matter what you choose all the other chapters will be a bit longer than this

So ya I love slash so be expecting it and the slash for this story will be: Jim Moriarty/John Watson/Sherlock Holmes

it will be interesting...I hope

any whos on with the show!...story!

and yes every chapter will begin with Fire or Water because I am creative like that

oh ya I won nothing and if you plan on using this whole Moriarty finding John thing then please credit me

Fire and Water, they were two completely different thing. Two things that were complete opposites yet they went together so well. They canceled each other out and they worked together. Fire and Water, that's all Sherlock could think about. That's all that surrounded him. The fire was sharp and clear every flame and stroke in clear vision warming and heating everything it touched, destroying everything in its way. The water was blurring his vision surrounding him like a strong embrace cooling him and choking him.

A third sensation was added to the contradiction two, air, and before long land as something was pulling him out of the suffocating water and on to the dry earth. The water on his body was making him shiver as the cool air kissed his body. The earth was hot and wet as the water was dripping off and the fire continued to surround the building. But Sherlock couldn't focus his mind was as frozen and he was barely paying attention to what was going on around him. He hardly noticed himself coughing as his body exchanged the water in his lungs for air. The water in his ears dripping out allowing him to clearly hear each crack and snap of the fire and each break in the unstable building.

Soon a new noise filled his ears, commands, yelling, people shouting for life and a response. He yelled back alerting them that there were in fact people in there. Help was coming for him and- John! Dear God, where was he? How could Sherlock have even forgotten that John was there? He was the one who pushed Sherlock into the water; John was in the water with him.

Looking around the dark haired man noticed blood in the pool diffusing in the water, and on the side of the pool. John had been pulled out of the water. Sherlock immediately tried to stand up, a wave of nausea washing over him as he tried to stand too quickly. He set his hand on his knee and the other on his head as the dizziness subsided. More carefully he stood up looking around for his friend. Calling out for him above the roar of the flames and the cries of the firemen and officers. His grey-blue eyes darted from every corner of the room searching every centimeter of the place. Nothing, damn it! Sherlock was shaking in fear, Moriarty was no where to be seen either. Both John and Moriarty were missing. Sherlock could go the rest of his life without seeing Moriarty again, but John...never.

Sherlock's keen eyes noticed the trail of blood and water that led to the door. Details and other small traces filled his mind as the pieces fit together. Moriarty had taken John again. Sherlock cursed aloud, his angered cry over powering all other noises. Sherlock was now shaking out of anger at Moriarty that damned bastard would die slowly once Sherlock got a hold of him and out of fear for John. He hated it he had never had to look out for anyone besides himself before, he always enjoyed being alone, he loved the solitude, and yet he loved John's presence more. He despised how he cared so much for John. He detested how angered and upset he was getting at one man going missing, but John wasn't some random man, John was well John, and Sherlock new he needed to get him back, he swore as he stared at the collapsing building before turning on his heel and walking out the pool doors.

He remembers the cool touch that soothed and stung his head and body. He remembers the heaviness of the water pushing him further and further down, but it was kind enough to let him move freely. He remembers someone pulling him up and laying him on the ground and out of the water. He saw each flick of the flames around him, warming his body and bringing him peace. It was strange how the uncontrollable element could bring him to ease. He closed his eyes and allowed the burning flames to heat his shivering body, unaware of the toxic air that was hovering around and above him. He was too peaceful until something lifted him up from the warm earth.

He looked around barely able to see clearly, he noticed a long figure lying next to where he used to be. It-no he was darkly dressed with just as dark hair that was slicked to his head. He couldn't see his face, but he looked so familiar. A part of his body was wanting to stay next to that man and with the warming fire, but this man that was carrying him was rushing through the flames and out to the fresh air, and back into darkness.

Yay chapter one is done and I am a poet and know it and I can make a rhyme anytime

So now please review and favorite and what not

ps I promise not matter what you choose all the other chapters will be shorter than this one

thank ya!

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