THIS TAKES PLACE AFTER LAST EPISODE IN SEASON SIX. I DO NOT IN ANY WAY OWN SHERLOCK OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS. SORRY IF MY WRITING IS TERRIBLE!!!!
John had moved back into 221B with his child and Sherlock had yet to find another case. He stared at his phone, computer, and the newspaper for hours a day. John had begun to fear he would start using again. John was getting ready to call Lestrade when he heard the lately unfamiliar sound of Sherlocks glee.
"JOHN, JOHN! MORIARTY IS ALIVE LOOK AT THIS." John heard a awful noise that he could only associate with Mrs. Hudsons hand swiping across the detectives face. "OW!! Mrs. Hudson!!"
"Be quiet Sherlock the baby is sleeping." John heard the clank of her heels as John came to the room.
"John, he's alive look at this!!" Sherlock shoved the phone at John before giving him a quick one over. John ignored this and looked at the tele.
Wanna play a game, Sherlock? See, the thing is, I was quite impressed with your fall and was hoping I could see what else you have up that sexy coat sleeve of yours. Meet me in the alley.
-JM
"That's impossible Sherlock, you saw him die!" John refused to believe Sherlocks enemy had risen as well as Sherlock, but as of late, he didn't know what to believe anymore.
"True, but he doesn't have any family, right?" Sherlock then took to his computer, rapidly typing as though hoping to find the impossible. "I knew it! I knew it! John he has two siblings. One: Jeffery and the other Janet. It says here that Janet died a year ago and Jeffery is still alive but is in America."
"You think it is Jeffrey?"
"No, I think it's the dead girl."
"But Sher-" John meant to mention how Jim had faked them out, and the girl could do the same. Although he was interrupted by both a rock crashing through the window neares him and a baby screaming one of Sherlocks favorite things.
"Must be a message!" Sherlock rubbed his hands together and picked up the rock as if it was the most natural thing.
"Oh dear, what happened?" Mrs. Hudson shuffled into the room with a confused look on her face as she threw a broom at Sherlock who ignored it as it landed at his feet. "Nevermind that. Here, I'm not cleaning up your messes. I'm going to get the baby, and I'm not your housekeeper!"
John went to pick up the broom but Sherlock stopped him by beginning to read what the rocks message said. "One AM. Alley near you. You'll find me." Sherlock creased his brows as he read the message. "Do you realized how many alleys are near me? I could go off naming about ten that are within five minutes walking." He began talking faster hardly audible to the object as if he was hoping for a response.
"Sher-" Cut off by mindless muttering he tried again, "Sherlock, Sherlock, SHERLOCK WILL YOU SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO ME." The silence in the room was sudden and fairly uncomfortable. "Sherlock, are you really considering this?"
"Of course I am John. Why wouldn't I."
"Because you could get hurt. I don't need to lose another friend." John began to tear and quickly turned away and went to check on his child.
"Jo-" Sherlock tried to speak but stopped himself for fear of choking up in the process. By the time Sherlock turned around to speak once more John was gone and the screams of the child had halted. Sherlock walked the room as it was only twelve forty five. The minutes seemed to tick by slowly as time blurred together and by the time a million years had passed it was twelve fifty five and Sherlock was walking out the door scarf and jacket on. He walked until he reached the first alley, completely empty. He traveled to eleven more with no luck. At exactly one o'clock Sherlock walked into the thirteenth alley he had traveled to and there did he see a hooded figure. Analyzing the figure failed.
"Hello Mr. Holmes." A female voice escaped the hood.
"Janet?" Sherlock took a step forward and the figure did the same.
"Surprised? Oh, well most are." The woman slid the hood from her body and Sherlock quickly attempted to deduct anything at all. He failed. Sherlock studied the woman's odd choice of clothing, a leather skirt with slits in it and colored tights, then a t-shirt that read "drop dead gorgeous". "Okay Mr. Holmes this my hurt." Before Sherlock knew what was happening he felt a sharp pain in his head and everything went black.
SO THAT IS ALL. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!!! PLEASE TELL ME IF IT'S TERRIBLE...