This is a story that will break hearts and will make all you fanfic Johnlock lovers cry. this is my very first attempt at writing Sherlock fanfic. but i think i have enough understanding to so here goes:
Sherlock sat at his computer looking through any blogs that he might find remotely interesting finding a lost relative, boring. Find out who is the mysterious man murdering my friends, boring. Finding a child lost rabbit, boring. Then it popped up, A new message. It was a video message from a JM421. Interested mainly John handled video messages. Sherlock clicked on the message when it opened up it was a surprise he would never forget.
"hello, my dear Sherlock I have a case you would like to solve very much," the voice of James Moriarty echoed through the empty apartment. "as I was saying if you are interested in what I have in store for you then Skype me by this name" the message ended Skype? When did Moriarty use Skype? Curiously Sherlock opened up john's Skype and typed in the name. he clicked on the only image.
"What do we have here?" Moriarty's voice boomed into the apartment. "Did you miss me?" he asked. Sherlock stared into the screen. "still don't have a sense of humour?, Oh well pity, I have a proposition for you" he said solemnly his voice suddenly going darker.
"just Get on with it Moriarty" Sherlock said in a deep dark tone, impatience was brewing inside of him.
"Fine then," Moriarty said sternly, he sighed. " As I said I have a proposition for you, I have your faithful companion." Sherlock's ears pricked up.
"what have you done with John?" Sherlock asked in a deathly serious voice.
"well actually my plan is far more brilliant than you, I have your beloved Ms Hudson, that's not all I have snipers set up surrounding the queen in her jubilee each positioned somewhere unthinkable of. My plan is for you to see who you would rather save. Have fun, oh and class any last minute questions?"
"what have you done with my friends, WHERE ARE THEY MORIARTY." It wasn't like Sherlock to lose his temper. But this was too far he had messed with his friends.
"Ahh now if I told you where I put them that would be cheating but I have however left a few clues, You are a detective now do what you do." , " You have until the end of the jubilee to make your choice, the Queen, Ms Hudson or your puppy dog John?" he smiled. Sherlock slammed the lid of his laptop. He put his head in his hands and thought. Clues where are the clues? Sherlock got up and started to pace. Where did John hide his cigarettes? Sherlock was frustrated and angry what could he do?
Sherlock walked into Johns bedroom to find clues. A piece of paper was lain neatly on the bed. It read: Sherlock you've found my first clue, John is hidden in a place of value, you may have solved a case here it is in central London and only a few metres away from 221b. Good luck I hope you choose John, Killing him would be such a waste don't you think?. Sherlock left the room he couldn't bear it. A weird feeling was becoming a pain in his chest, was it love? Something he hadn't experienced before.
Sherlock walked into the kitchen where he found a second note. This one read: Dear Sherlock this is to help you find that housekeeper of yours. She is hidden somewhere I think you'll find appropriate it is a nice little place where real oven cooked food is. I wouldn't mind if you didn't choose her because she is a little bit boring is she not?. Sherlock was contorted with rage, how dare he say that about the wonderful Ms Hudson?
He couldn't take it much longer who should he save? Why should he save the one he does? Urgh. Sherlock would soon have to answer the question he despises? The Queen, Ms Hudson or John?
Ooh chilling right? Tell me honestly what you think this is the first time I have ever written a Sherlock fanfic. Please review with constructive criticism. I don't know how to progress the story line yet but I think I might do different scenarios for each possibility.