So I started watching Sherlock in February and decided to write a fanfic about it. My freshman year of college is almost over! I can't believe how much time flew by. I mean, the first semester went by really slow, but this one went by super-fast! Like it felt like two weeks ago we started our classes- not 15 weeks ago. So I'm not a Johnlock shipper, but I did put a little Johnlock in here. I'm more of a Sherlolly and John/Mary fan. Hope everyone is doing well! And if not, feel free to DM me and tell me what's up.
Warning: I cried while writing this so prepare to be attacked by feels and have a box of tissue nearby. Disclaimer: I do not own any of BBC Sherlock's characters which were taken from Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's original stories of Sherlock Holmes.
John lay wide awake, unable to sleep for fear that Mary would have the baby while he was sleeping. She was due in a month, but the doctor had said it could be here as soon as next week. They had decided not to know the gender until it was born. Sherlock, of course, had his predictions, but kept them to himself with respect for John. They had the names picked out. If it was girl, they decided they would name her Elizabeth Sherlock Rose and if it was boy, it would be Jonathan Timothy Patrick.
None of that really mattered now. He and Sherlock had drifted apart since Mary's last few months of her pregnancy. Those sleepless nights and exciting cases had been haunting John, making him want them now, more than ever before.
He decided to go over to Sherlock's place. It was just across town and he could easily get there in half an hour.
He kissed Mary, told her he was going to Sherlock's place, and grabbed his coat from the rack next to their door.
It was nearly 4am when he arrived at Sherlock's- wide awake and longing for a case, any case. He still had his key so he got in easily. The stairs creaked beneath his feet and he tried his best not to wake Ms. Hudson.
As he was unlocking the door to their flat, he heard horrible noises. Not exactly horrible, but misplaced- sounds he thought he'd never hear in this flat. He opened the door a crack and snuck a peek. Clothes lay on the floor, and he saw wild movements on the couch.
The lab coat was the first thing he noticed. It was Molly. It had to be.
John felt something like jealously arise- jealous that Sherlock would let Molly as close as he'd let John. He decided to leave a note explaining why he was there, hoping that when Sherlock read it, he'd realize how much he'd hurt John.
After he'd went back outside, he called a cab and decided to go to one of the pubs he and Sherlock had went to before his wedding. On the drive over there, the cabby took a wrong turn and they ended up in a dark ally.
"Sir, are we lost?" John asked, leaving forward a little to see his cabby's response.
"No we're not," the high-pitched sing-song voice made John shudder from his head to his toes.
Moriarty. But he died. Up on the roof. The day Sherlock died.
"H-how?" John stammered as he sat there, frozen in fear.
"Just ask your boyfriend," Moriarty stated.
"Sher-"John paused, Sherlock couldn't have had a part in bringing Moriarty back, it just wasn't right. "Sherlock would never do that."
"Then you don't know him as well as I do," Moriarty said, backing out of the ally and driving up and down roads John wasn't familiar with.
He finally stopped outside the pub.
As John hurried out of the cab, he heard Moriarty say, "Tell him I say hi!"
How'd you like it? Please comment! I hope to make this a long story, so stay tuned for more chapters coming soon!