Title: My choice
Summary: I have a choice. Give away my closest friends deepest secret or put him in grave danger. Eventual Holmes/Watson
Doctor Watson
221b Baker Street
London NW1 6XE
22nd September 1892
Doctor Watson,
Let's not forget everyone has their price. You of all people should know that. A price for life, death or information? The list is endless. How much would someone have to pay you to betray a loved one? Well I say someone but you know full well who I mean. Or maybe money doesn't do it for you. I can offer you a large house, husband or wife to do with as you please? No? Be it your partner, parents, siblings, husband, wife or even close friend. Could you put a price on their life? How much do they mean to you? Or would you never betray them? Even if by doing so you sacrificed your own life? Would it really be worth it? You can name your price? No? I thought as much. Alright, let's step it up. Choose between your partner or child? Too easy? Fine. Choose between your children. You can save one. Who do you choose? I know who id would pick. But this is irrelevant to you. Isn't it? You don't have children. You don't want children do you? But you have a brother don't you? Your parents may be gone but there's always that aunt of yours. I'm aware that you aren't close to them but could you really see them die. Right in front of you I'll make sure of that. Could you look into their eyes with them knowing that it's thanks to you that they're about to die? But that might not affect you. Let's face it only you know the inner workings of your mind.
So who are you close to? Hum? Who do you spend the majority of your time with? There's your fiancé, but we both know she's only there to keep up appearances. What about that flatmate of yours? You value him pretty highly don't you? You offered to sacrifice your own life in order to assure his safety. So. You value him more than your own life? So harming you or even taking your life would have no effect. Sure about that? Could you really stand looking down the barrel of a gun, knowing you're going to die? And it wouldn't be quick. Oh no, id prolong it for as long as possible. Ensure that you suffer. And I'd make him watch. Yes he'd be there to watch you die. Or maybe more. Can't say I'm attracted to you but to watch you suffer. To watch him suffer. That'd make it more than worth the minor hardship on my part. But maybe you could handle it. After all you are a soldier. You must be used to that sort of thing.
So I'd have to threaten him? Oh, don't like that, do you? So tell me what I want to know. Tell me what I want to know and I won't hurt him. I'll even sweeten the deal. Cash. 6 figures. Think what kind of a life you could make for yourself. And him. No? Well at least consider it? You have 48 hours. Leave me a note with your answer with your housekeeper. Ill assure it's picked up. You can go now. Back to lover boy. Oh and I'm sure you wouldn't be that stupid but don't leave the country. And keep your mouth shut. You know full well that I could outsmart Scotland Yard with my eyes shut and hands tied behind my back. But you wouldn't do that. Not only because you would never endanger HIS life, but also because you know full well it would be fruitless.
Well. Give me what I want and you and your little friend will be safe. Fail to do so and there will be consequences. I'll be watching you. Bye. Catch you later…
All that was yesterday less than 5 hours ago. Of course I knew full well what they were attempting to do. Physical pain isn't their style. Leaves to many scares. Anyone could see and many would ask questions. So what's the alternative? Cripple me emotionally. Or at least attempt to. Of course they failed. I've been trained for this. Can't say I enjoyed it but it didn't get to me as much as they intended. But the same can't be said for the treats. They hit the nail on the head. Threaten me. Fine. Go right ahead. But threaten him and provoke a reaction from me.
The way I see it I have 3 options. Give them what they want, take the money and go live in a big house with a swimming pool, knowing all along, I was the one who gave it away.
Two. Refuse to give it up and face the potential suffering of my dearest friend.
Three. Run as fast as I can go, catch the next train to Barbados, preferably, taking Him with me.
I have to say the worst thing about all of this is that I honestly have no idea who's doing this. It doesn't fit the pattern of anyone. No kidnapping not even a verbal threat. A letter. Oh and I know what you're thinking. I've read all the detective books too you know. I tried sending a reply, the address doesn't exist. I tried asking people if they've heard of the sender's style, or if they've received similar letters. No such luck.
All I can think is 43 hours to go. 43 hours to make a choice. I choice that will have massive consequences whichever way I look.
By the forty 2nd hour I had made my choice. A choice that no dought I will live to regret. I had a choice. Give away a secrate that will impact gravely on the life of my dearest friend, or endanger his life to a point where it would be a miracle for him to come out alive.
So I made that choice. And you know what? I stick by it. Many people including him may have chosen differently, but what was I to do? What would you do in a situation like the one I found myself in?
Yes I've given his deepest and what he considers most shameful thing, along with proof that would stand up in any court of law, to the one group of people that he would least want to know but they asked for his deepest secret and that's what they'll get. They won't expect what they get I can tell you that.
I only hope he can find it in his heart to forgive me. I don't find it shameful in the slightest.
So much so that I shall divulge his secret to you right now. Yes, this very moment.
Sherlock Holmes is in fact a woman.
Authors note: So, should I continue? Ok so it's my first time writing for the Sherlock Holmes movie verse so please doesn't be too hard on me! Can I also say that if anyone spots any references to 21st century life could you please let me know, as this story was originally going to go in the BBC "Sherlock" category. Reviews would be very much appreciated! – xx