I do not own BBC Sherlock. Many chapters are quite short, as I tend to write chapters like scenes from the show...if that makes sense. This was made for the Sherlock BBC Fic kink meme.
It started with a note.
Not a long note, nothing elaborate or over the top, just a simple note. Left on a that phone, the one we got from our friendly neighbourhood bomber. One simple message had turned our lives upside down.
It had changed everything and everyone that was involved. But no one more than Sherlock. But this is no way to begin a story. So I'll take you back, back to when it all started, back to when we first received this message from one James Moriarty.
John strolled into the kitchen, brushing his teeth, dressing gown on and hair soaking wet. "John.. you're dripping all over the floor". John shrugged, searching through the cupboard for something. "John, it's dangerous, someone might slip and fall". The doctor looked over at the man perched above the kitchen table.
"And exploding the toaster isn't?"
"It was an experiment"
"Thats your excuse for everything. TV blows up, experiment, toes in my jam, experiment, shooting the wall, experiment. Wait, that wasn't an experiment, you were just bored!"
Sherlock smiled from his position over the microscope. "The wall had it coming". "Of course it did" John rolled his eyes and went back to brushing his teeth, but did leave the room, the last thing he needed was Sherlock slipping on a wet floor and needing John to stitch him up. And Sherlock was a terrible patient, such a child. John went back to his own room, changing into trousers, shirt and white woollen jumper.
BEEP!
John raised his eyebrows, that wasn't his phone, his was in the living room. It wasn't Sherlocks either, Sherlock had his. The left only one phone. One very pink phone. Moriarty. John walked over to his desk, retrieving the pink clad phone and searching for a new message. Oh no... this was very not good.
"Sherlock!"