John got out of the taxi, it's a lot harder than it used to be. The cane did get really annoying after two years of having to use it. John slowly walked to his house, well he called it his house, but really it was Mary's. He still considered 221B his real home even though he hadn't been there for over a year. Mrs. Hudson stopped asking for rent after a few months. He couldn't move any of his flat mates bloody stuff. He wouldn't be surprised if there were still bloody thumbs in the vegetable drawer. Sherlock. No, don't start thinking of him John yelled at himself. Shaking his head hoping that would get Sherlock out of his head for a little while. Mary was waiting for him on the other side of that door, all he had to do is smile and act ok and she wouldn't ask him any questions. That's the thing he loved about Mary, she was never that observant. Turning the key in the door and putting in the biggest smile he could John opened the door, "honey I'm back."
John had met Mary a year after Sherlocks... Death. She had been his patient and had turned into so much more. He hadn't dated for months after Sherlock died and didn't want to have someone to love. he had been the reason that Sherlock and jumped off the building, well that's what he told himself. People of corse tell you that "it's not your fault" and such at the funeral but John had never believed them. When John had walked into that room and saw Mary sitting there, all that changed. After a few months of dating John had moved into Mary's little house and they have been living together, and it felt right.
"There is someone in room 2 waiting for you, he didn't schedule an appointment but he said it was urgent" Sara told him as soon as he saw her the next morning.
"At 7 in the morning? Did he looked injured?" John replied
"He seemed perfectly fine to me. He looked like he was standing out there waiting for most of the night till you came in."
That's unusual John thought walking towards room 2. Opening the door he knows by the feeling in the air that this wasn't going to be a happy encounter. When John finally got a good look at the man he knew that the man knew how to kill. The muscles on the tall mans arms and abdomen where sculpted that he could break a table by just hitting it.
" John H. Watson I was such a fan of your blog a couple of years ago." The man said in a low baritone voice, "I normally wouldn't tell you my name but because it won't matter for much longer, the name is Sebastian M." Reaching out for a handshake.
"Why will it not matter for much longer?" John asked suddenly on high alert. He should have brought his gun with him, how could he have been so stupid as to leave it at Mary's.
"You see the boss told me that after I was sure that Sherlock was in fact dead, that I can, as a present, kill you." said Sebastian smiling.
"It's been two years and you just decided that Sherlock is dead?" John asked trying to gain time. All he had to do was push the "call nurse" button and someone could come and help him.
"I saw the fall, I was in charge of killing you if he didn't jump. There are plenty of ways he could have faked his death though. We had to be 100% sure." Sebastian said pulling a knife out of his waistband.
"So if he wouldn't have jumped off the building you would have killed me?" John took another step towards the button.
"Oh don't think so highly of yourself, not just you would have died. The old landlady and the detective inspector would have found themselves at the pearly gates. And now I get to kill you today, I'm not sure if I'm happier that I get to do it up close and personal." Sebastian's fist suddenly collided with the surprised John. Pulling the knife out Sebastian started swinging madly around. Soon John had cuts all over his face and arms. Suddenly remembering the button John quickly got up and pushed it. The nurse would be there in a few moments, hopefully she had her phone on her.
"Oh why do you have to be such a spoil sport? Now we have to do this more quickly" Sebastian said obviously disappointed. John suddenly fell to the ground. He was losing to much blood, Sebastian wasn't swing randomly, he knew exactly where to cut so that the victim could bleed quickly. Suddenly the door flew open and a nurse entered. Seeing the scene she was surprised at seeing what was happening. The last thing John saw was her reaching for her phone when he neared a thud and felt horrible pain on the side of his head then everything went black.