Okay, before you start this I just want to tell you know a few things. I am not a writer… I have never really been into writing but I decided to try and write a Fanfiction. I really enjoyed writing this first chapter, but I don't want to continue if no one thinks I am any good. So please please please read and review! Let me know if you liked it and if I should continue! Or… Let me know if I suck and should not waste my time on this… And please! Let me know what you don't like and what I should change! I will take all of the help that I can get! Also! There may be a few typos here and there…. I apologize! Spelling and grammar are my enemies…..
Sherlock Holmes was never so scared in his life. The thought of never seeing his friends again was terrifying. He didn't care that he was almost certainly going to die wherever Mycroft was sending him, but he was scared of going back. Back to the deep dark pit of depression and hate that John had pulled him out of years ago. Sherlock never wanted to go back to that. His friends were the only light in his dark lonely life, Mrs. Hudson, Lestrade, Molly and John. Oh he was going to miss John the most. John was always there by his side whenever he could be. John had been the first one to truly believe in Sherlock Holmes. He couldn't live without him. Sherlock rested his head and closed his eyes as he felt the plane start to take off. There was no going back. His life was over.
A few minutes into the fight, a man tapped Sherlock on the shoulder which slightly startled him. "It's for you Mr. Holmes" the flight attendant politely said as he handed Sherlock the phone. "What do you want?" Sherlock had assumed it was Mycroft calling. "I've only been gone four minutes.
"Well, I certainly hope you've learned your lesson. As it turns out, you're needed."
"Needed by whom?"
"England"
Ah yes! Sherlock heart jumped with excitement as he hung up the phone. "Turn this plane around! It turns out I'm needed!" Sherlock yelled across the small jet. Sherlock could hardly contain himself. His heart was almost pounding out of his chest. What was this wonderful problem that was bringing him back to his friends and the city he loved. Oh he hoped it was going to be challenging too. It must be big or there is no way that Mycroft would allow for him to return. As soon as the plane came to a stop Sherlock was at the door of the plane waiting to exit. The small plane door opened letting the light shine on Sherlock's face. He felt like he had been gone for days, but it had only been not even 10 minutes. He looked down and saw John Mary and Mycroft waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs. Sherlock fought the urge to run down the stairs into his friend's arms. This is serious. England is in trouble and they need me. Stay cool. The tall man got to the bottom of the stairs and looked at his brother. "What's happened now?" Mycroft and john glanced at each other. Mycroft held his phone to Sherlock's face as the phone repeated "did you miss me" over and over. Sherlock's face lit up with shock and surprise. "YES! Oh thank bloody hell! This is fantastic!" He yelled. "Ah, no it is not. England's in danger, the whole world is in danger Sherlock!" John said but Sherlock completely ignored him caught up in her own excitement. Oh I have missed you. I missed our game. I was so disappointed you were dead but no! Here you are! The game that never truly, never ends.