Hello! This is the very first fanfic i write in a vry long time (i used to write when i was 12 and till i got 15, now i'm 25 :O), i've been working on this story for a week or so, i think there are very few language or grammar problems, please tell me if you find anything, I really hope you like it, im not used to write in english (i'm from Mexico) and i would really love to know what you think about this; this is a Sherlolly story, a bit out of my comfort area but its a start (i'm more of fantasy stories). There's a general disclaimer on my profile, please read it, i tried to make it work for any kind of story.
Now, to the thing that keeps me comming back to read amaizing stories, the fanfiction.
1.- CLUES.
John's blog...
It's been a hell of a week! No, seriously, first there was the whole Sherlock leaving issue, and then he didn't left at all, as you may know he still have a problem with Scotland Yard and everything because of "that thing". I cannot tell you what happened; Sherlock's brother has been working a lot to keep the whole thing down, and then there's the "Miss me" broadcast that's been keeping the entire city in chaos.
Of course we've been working on that thing as well, and I'm really sorry but I can't write about that case at all, still, I have other things you may found interesting, this blog is the only place where I can allow my self some time for the actual day by day life that I'm so needing right now. So let's star with the new living arrangements, my mad best friend says is going to be like this only for a month, I hope he's right.
The whole Moriarty's case has been called back to light, and so, that means that Mary and me (and our unborn child I may add), Mrs. Hudson, Molly Hooper and part of the DI team that were with us that time were moved to a safety house provided by the eldest of the Holmes brothers, Sherlock is staying here too, although he's not really happy about it…
John looked up from the computer screen and sighed, there was not really a lot to write without giving away specific and very secret details about the whole problem. He was tired; the things that happened just after Sherlock's plane landed back and they were escorted to Scotland Yard were just a blur in his memory now.
Once there some people had taken Sherlock to give him a special device to keep track of him in the city, as if he were going to escape anywhere with a case this interesting, because while it was obvious that he was a bit worried, there was also this happiness coming from him, as if he were waiting for something like this to happen.
The first thing they did was get back to Baker Street and take Sherlock's laptop, then they started working, moving through the net searching for the origin of the signal that was still broadcasting the same message over and over again, it was a bit difficult, but some cops and a group from Mycroft's team were able to find a place, and just like that Sherlock, John and DI Lestrade were out.
They had found a computer inside and empty flat in a building just a little outside of the city, the computer was the only thing in the room, the internet connection was being stolen from the neighbors. Sherlock stopped them before they could enter the room and had observed every detail inside before allowing them in, then, he went to the computer and shut the program down and checked any other file that could be in the hard drive, he told Lestrade that it was necessary that he took the computer to the place where they were going to be working later, the Detective took out his phone and called someone to do so.
After that they had headed back to Baker Street, only to find a car waiting for them to take them to a safety house. Mycroft was in the car when they got inside; he quickly told them that Mary and Mrs. Hudson were already at the house, Molly Hooper was getting there and they were looking for the people that were originally involved in the case.
Sherlock had said very little since he had got down the plane, and wasn't actually paying attention, leaning on his knees with his hands clasped in front of his face while John asked how was Mary if they had taken everything he might need and how long they were going to stay there. Mycroft was not really a man he trusted very much, and with Mary's due date coming soon he was worried.
When John finally was assured that every thing had being taken care of, Mycroft looked at his brother and started speaking in that infuriating way he had when he was trying to get a direct answer from Sherlock.
It was then that the Consulting Detective looked up and started talking. –Someone escaped. Someone from Moriarty's network escaped and was hiding under Magnuseen's. It might not be safe to have me here, they wanted to keep me here, and that's why they stopped me.
-That's obvious Sherlock- said Mycroft- and that's why you're going to stay here, it's going make it easier for us to find the tread. Also …
-Yes, there's a traitor within you line brother, you might need to make a full research of all your employees, they knew when I was leaving, and the level of security that was breached is worrying, and with so little…
-Wait, is the safety house we're heading now safe at all? – asked a very worried John.
- Not sure- said Sherlock- I would suggest some people to take the CCTV and monitoring, but of course there's still the need to interrogate and make sure we can trust all of them. Its' going to be only for a short time, only while Mycroft manages to get the houses surrounded by security.
-Already working on that- said Mycroft.
-It's not Moriarty really, is it? - asked John.
-Of course not, he died, he shut his brains out, Mycroft made sure to secure the body, get an autopsy and dispose of the body personally.
-I was there the entire time, there's no way he might be alive of someone to have stole or manipulated the body. James Moriarty is dead.
-But then… if the person behind all this somehow knew about Sherlock having to leave because of Magnussen's murder was also somebody who used to work for Moriarty then… They might know something about Mary!
-Shut up John! - said Sherlock looking from John to Mycroft.
-Mary? Mary Watson? What does your wife have to do with any of this? - asked Mycroft, Sherlock sighed. John gapped at him; he hadn't really thought that maybe Mycroft Holmes didn't know a thing about his wife secret past. –Never mind, I'll know when I have to know, nothing's really hidden from me too long.
Sherlock looked away, facing the window on his side. John felt ashamed, but then the car stopped and some guards went to the car to help them get in the big house they were now going to live for the next few months.
They had spent the week working on maps and the full networks involved, it was during this time that John learned that Magnussen's was not the first for Sherlock, while he had been away, death for the UK, he had tracked down and taken down a really big group of people, it was then that he understood why Sherlock had faked his death in the first place, why he hadn't said a thing about his plan to him, why he hadn't even told him what he had done in detail, it had been easier for him to believe he was dead, for if he had known all the terrible things he was doing while away he might not be able to talk to him again.
While his experience in the army helped a little to understand the reasons behind such actions, it took John some time to look at Sherlock under this new light, it was making clear where some of his quirks had come from.
If something has to be said is that there's not been any other incident regarding our actual case, so maybe we will be able to take some other cases to spend time, we just need time to get used to living like this.
Mary's voice called him, thinking that what he wrote was enough for the day he saved and uploaded his text, checking the 'disable comments' space of the page.
-What is it love? - He asked turning around in the chair to see Mary looking at him from the bed.
-Sorry to bother you, but I would really like to be able to get up and get something sweet.
-You shouldn't be having all this cravings this far in the pregnancy.
-They're not a lot; it's just now and then! - She said.
-Ok, give me a moment; I think I heard someone mention strawberry jam. - Mary smiled happily at him, and he stood up and walked to the kitchen to get some bread and jam.
He walked down the stairs and moved in the direction of the kitchen. The house Mycroft had get them was like a manor, it had enough rooms for all the people currently living there, the only common places were the kitchen, the dinning room, the house had at least three full bathrooms so they didn't have to share that much, the living room was supposed to be a free space too, but Sherlock had all his research and papers there and he wouldn't let anybody enter the room unless they were working with him.
Molly was sitting at the table in the kitchen, reading a book; the kettle was on the stove, so maybe she was just about to make some tea or coffee.
-Night Molly! - said John going to the shelves to get the food.
She just nodded, John took out a plate and some bread, and then stared looking for the strawberry jam, Molly was still a bit upset for being there, she had even had a fight with Sherlock that morning, or at least that's what he thought it was. The kettle started to boil and Molly got up to make her tea.
-Would you like some tea John?
-No, not really, I'm looking for the strawberry jam, had you seen it?
-Didn't know we had. – She said adding some sugar to her cup.
-Yeah, Mrs. Hudson mentioned it this morning, Sherlock must know, knowing him, he must have taken the whole thing to his room.
As if on cue Sherlock entered the kitchen in that moment, dressed to sleep apparently, only with a t-shirt and pajama bottoms.
-Night – he said in a bored tone.
-Have you seen the strawberry jam? - asked John.
-What are you talking about? - Sherlock went to the fridge and helped himself a bottle of water and started drinking it.
-I heard Mrs. Hudson saying something to you about the jam, where is it?
Sherlock started to cough loudly, his face red, spilling water over his t-shirt. Molly took her cup of tea and left the kitchen quickly.
-Are you ok? - asked John.
Sherlock nodded, still wiping some water from his mouth.
-What did you do to Molly? You're not making her feel uncomfortable, are you? She's supposed to feel safe here, you were the one to ask Mycroft to get her here, and to have as much protection as possible when she goes to work, it's not going to work if she is feeling isolated instead of protected.
-There's not strawberry jam here, but there's honey and that chocolate flavored cream that you like in those shelves- said Sherlock, pointing behind John and taking another sip from his bottle.
John shook his head at his friend's attitude, he took some honey and then headed up to the bedroom again; he found Molly sitting on the stairs now, and she had to stand up when John approached, they just smiled at each other. When he was at the other end of the stairs he could hear Sherlock and Molly speak, but he went straight to the room. He was confident that Sherlock would talk to Molly and apologize; he always did when he suggested something about his behavior.
Sherlock went to Molly as soon as he was sure John wouldn't hear them.
-Strawberry jam, eh? - She said smiling widely at him.
-That was Mrs. Hudson, not me. Are you feeling better now? I'm sure it's not what any of us would have expected, but I can assure you it's not going to be for too long.
Molly just nodded. Putting her cup of tea on the floor she got up again and walked towards him, Sherlock opened his arms and hug her comfortingly. That morning, when John was getting ready to go to work (the group had agreed to remain working to maintain a façade of normality with average people, and to be able to move around the city and take note of any suspicious thing that could happen while they were at the safety house) Molly had entered the leaving room to talk to Sherlock.
She was scared, she was having problems to sleep at night, and she was getting stressed by trying to keep herself aware of everything and everybody around her that could represent a menace, knowing nothing about the case, and feeling left out with any information of the actual reason that was ruining not only her life and privacy, but her confidence in the world outside. It was just too much. So that morning, dressed completely different to what she usually wore, with her hair hidden under a hat, and too much makeup, she went to tell Sherlock that she was leaving, probably taking any plane to any other country while the case was being dealt with.
But as soon as Sherlock had saw her, she started crying shouting her plans at a shocked Sherlock, he had tried to reassure her that everything was going to be all right, that there was no need for her to leave, he needed her here. Of course it was for something specifically for the case, but she must stay. She tried to fight him, push him away and run, but he had held her like he was doing right now, it was then that she had calmed enough to make a deal with him.
She was going to stay, but she needed to get involved in the case, and be allowed to work with him. He didn't want to let her, but he agreed. After some awkward moments of being holding each other Sherlock suddenly changed the topic.
-What kind of clothes are these? - Molly blushed, and looked down at her attire.
-A disguise?- she tried to explain, but Sherlock only started laughing, she did too, feeling like a bit relieved that he hadn't make any hurtful comment about her clothes.
-Yes, a disguise, nothing more, – said Sherlock taking the hat from her head and putting it on himself. – Oh, and look, you're even wearing a lot of makeup as well, were you thinking of hiding in a circus? It could have worked.
-Shut up Sherlock! - Molly said, feeling a bit embarrassed of her make up skills, she wasn't used to wear make up, and when she did it was very little, so this time even she had to admit that her face was feeling a bit to heavy with the products, that added to her recent crying must have ruined it even more and made her look like a clown with mascara lines running down her cheeks, flushed as they may be.
- What did you put on your lips? Is not lipstick, but it does smells like strawberry…
She looked at Sherlock, realizing that she was still cradled in his arms, for a moment they looked at each other, feeling brave Molly stood on her tip toes and pressed her lips to his lightly.
-Strawberry lip gloss- she said moving away, leaving a frozen Sherlock in the living room.
Later that day Mrs. Hudson had called him to have some breakfast, John was all ready eating at that moment, so he sat down and waited for the old lady to bring him a cup of tea. The woman then looked at him and with a finger brushed something from the corner of his mouth.
-Were you eating something with strawberry jam Sherlock?
Back in the present Sherlock couldn't stop himself from laughing a bit at how that simple phrase had led to John looking for said jam…
-Go to sleep Molly, there are still harder things to come and I have yet to work out all Magnussen's network to find our "missing link".