Sherly has a bad dream. This chapter is pretty short.
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Chapter 2: Scared Straight
"Hello Sherlock." The baritone voice whispered against his ear, and Sherlock froze. No, it couldn't be... that could not be who he thought it was. He saw him fall and die; how did he see him fall and die? Sherlock saw because he was the one that brought the sinister man to his death; he was responsible for saving the whole world from the vicious man.
"Moriarty...How?" The sinister man smiled obviously enjoying the reaction he was receiving from his nemesis.
"'How' what, my dear Sherlock? We are both extremely educated men. It would do nicely if you spoke in an educated manor." The man chuckled.
"How are you still alive? I saw you die." Sherlock looked at the foul man.
"Well my dear Holmes, you aren't the only one who can create a quick plan. I must admit I was thoroughly surprised when you opted with spewing lit shavings at me but even then, I had formulated a backup plan."
Sherlock smiled, "Would you like to elaborate or should I guess?"
"Oh Holmes, you have lost your touch; now you have to guess? We are men of observation we do not simply guess. Unfortunately, I am not here to brag about myself I am here for a different reason."
Suddenly Sherlock felt something tight around his wrists. He looked down to find himself strapped to a chair. Sherlock wiggled against the restraints and huffed. "What game is this you're playing?" Sherlock tried to mask the worry with cold calculation.
"A new game is afoot here Sherlock and you are already losing." Moriarty pointed in front of Holmes who in turn looked. Two small bodies sat slumped against the wall and tied up. Sherlock couldn't exactly make out the faces but his stomach dropped any way because he couldn't mistake the brown bouncy curls and the straight blondish-brown hair. His girls.
Sherlock knew if he moved they would probably die, there was only Moriarty, himself, and Beth and Lilly. What could he do to distract him?
"It's your move Sherlock what now?"
Sherlock looked at his girls and he grew sad; he couldn't lose them like he lost Watson. That was one of the reasons that he decided to keep the girls when they were born. He wasn't proud to say it but part of the reason he kept them was because they were part of Watson as well and that meant he had something from Watson even if it was unintentional.
"Well looks like your turn has ended and it is my turn once again."
"What?" Sherlock could only look on in horror as Moriarty's men came from out of nowhere, guns locked and loaded pointed at his daughters.
"Wait, wait." Sherlock's panic became apparent and unlike the facades he was able to keep up on so many other occasions, this time his feelings could be seen clearly and Moriarty drank in the site of it. "Wait, wait! Stop! Please stop!"
"As I said my dear Holmes… you are already on the losing end." The guns went off and Sherlock felt like he just died. The restraints were no longer there and he groped for his girls but he couldn't find them. He was alone and he didn't like that. "Beth! Lilly!" Tears weld up in his eyes how could it come to this? "Beth, Lilly! Lilly!"
"Beth, Lilly!" Sherlock groped around in the dark, searching for the warm bodies of his girls. They were nowhere to be found. Sherlock fell onto the floor his panic causing him to get up with lightning speed and run downstairs. He called for his daughters. The terror he felt gripped at every bone in his body until he saw the two little girls in their night shirts walk into the living room, mouths fully of food. Lilly spoke first, "Daddy?"
Sherlock stared at the little ones, his body taking a minute to process that what had just happened was a horrible, terrible dream. He fell to his knees happiness filling him once again as Beth and Lilly ran to him engulfing him in a hug. Sherlock held on tightly to their small frames kissing them and squeezing them tight. "Don't ever scare me like that again."
Beth spoke this time, "Was it the dream again?" They looked at him with wide eyes. Sherlock only stared back surprised that they knew about it. "Recently you have been having a lot of bad dreams."
Sherlock couldn't hear what Beth said exactly, he was just happy that they were okay, "My girls. I'm glad you're safe."
Notes:
Well that was very OOC for our Dear Sherlock. Comments are appreciated, hope you liked.
