Such Strang Things Chapter Two

Rated:M

Pairing:Demon!SherlockxHuman!John

Summary:AU John Hamish Watson always believed that he would end up living a dull normal life; wake up, eat, work, sleep, then repeat. Until one day, fate decided to throw such a strange thing into his life.

Some OOC during sex scenes

Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock nor do I own the characters!

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2 YEARS EARLIER

John's POV

I woke to my alarm blaring at me to get up instead of a nightmare forcing me out of sleep. Surprised that I had a dreamless night, I blindly reached out to turn off the noise from my spot from underneath my blankets. It took me a few times to actually find the snooze button, mostly because I just smashed my hand over and over again on it until it shut off. I lifted my head barely off the pillow in order to get a quick glance at the time.

6:05

My head falls back onto to the pillow with a soft 'pff' and I just stared at the cieling. I have to be at work at 7:15 which means that I have one hour to get out the door if I want to be on time. I took another look at the time again. Scratch that, make it 58 minutes.

I sit up and rub my face to get rid of any drowsiness I may still have. I let my hands fall into my lap as I look around my dimly lit room. Around this time in the morning, the sun is just peeking above the horizon and is bathing my room in a soft baby blue color. I sigh loud and long since I don't have to worry about anyone hearing me. I get out of bed and hobble to my closet. I open it to see nothing but jumpers and pants and my black box in the corner of the top shelf. I stare at it for a while before sighing again and pulling out today's outfit. A tan jumper with a pair of dark, almost black, navy blue pants it is then.

I skip taking a shower since I took one last night and get dressed quickly. Once I'm situated in my attire, I grab my cane from its spot against the wall, open my bedroom door and make my way downstairs to the kitchen. Once in the kitchen, I prepare a cup of coffee and two pieces of toast. Something quick and easy to get me going this morning. I check the time on the clock hanging just above the kitchen door way as I take a seat at the kitchen table.

6:22

I sigh again. I notice that I'm doing that a lot nowadays. It's just that, life is so...so boring. At least when I was in Afganastan, I was always on my toes and never had time to even think about boredom. But here in this flat, all alone and quiet...so quiet, tends to drive me crazy. I try and go out and have fun, but at age 35, I really don't find any interest in interacting with strangers. I still try out the whole relationship thing every now and then but every girl I date is just as plain as the last. None of them stick around long enough to become Mrs. Watson and I thank god everyday for that. There's no way in hell I'd be able to handle the constant nagging of giving too much affection or not giving enough of it. And to have my flat smell of cheap perfume for the rest of my life? I'd rather pass, thank you.

The toaster goes off just as the coffee maker beeps, both signaling that my breakfast is ready. I stand and slowly walk over to the counter without the use of my cane. I've been trying to break out of this psychosomatic limp that is apparently "all in my head" by doing little exercise such as this. My phsycologist suggested that I shouldn't use my cane for short distances and that I should try taking baby steps in order to get to where I need to be.

I'm half way to the counter when pain shoots through my leg and I collaps right then and there, almost hitting my head on the kitchen drawer.

"GOD DAMN IT!" I yell as I try to lift myself off of the floor. Damn...is this how frustrated babies get when they're just learning how to walk? I don't know if I can keep doing this. Maybe I should just give up and go on living with this limp.

'What kind of life is that John?' I can hear my phsycologist asking me in my head, as she does every time I bring up the idea of quiting during a session. By the time I get myself back on my feet, leaning heavily on the kitchen counter, there's a knock on the front door.

"Who's there?" I call out, not really wanting to waste energy in walking to the door and peering out the peek hole.

Knock knock. "Its Mrs. Hudson dearie." Knock knock knock. "Is everything alright in there? I heard something heavy fall and I wanted to know if you were alright." Came the land lady's muffled voice through the door. I could hear the worry that is laced in her reply.

"Everything is fine Mrs Hudson. I'm sorry that I made you worry." I respond as I grab my toast and begin to pour coffee into my mug.

"Oh don't worry about that dearie! I'm just relieved to hear that you're not injured." She sighed with relief. "We'll, I'll just leave you to your business John." I could hear her voice carry as she walked away from my door, back down the hall to the steps.

I don't butter my toast as I fear that I don't have much time to. I look up at the clock while sipping on my coffee and almost choke when I see the time.

6:57

"Jesus, where did the time go?!" I say as I quickly finish off my toast and dump the rest of my coffee down the sink. I rush to the sitting room and grab my coat from the coat rack and haphazardly throw it on as I reach for my keys in the bowl near the front door. I'm about to open the door when a sudden thought comes to mind.

"Why don't I just call in sick today?" I whisper to myself while letting go of the door knob.

"John Hamish Watson! If your not out of that flat in five seconds, your rent will go up by 10 percent!" I hear Mrs. Hudson yell at me from the bottom of the stair case.

"Damn." I whisper before swinging the door open and heading to work.

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Work was hell today. Patient after patient with no break. I was ready to just collapse in bed and sleep until the world ended...or until Mrs. Hudson came to wake me for dinner.

"I swear she thinks she's my mum at times." I chuckle to myself. I'm half way away from Saint Bart's when my phone vibrates in my pocket. I pull it out and see that I have a text from Mary. Great.

Are we still on for tonight? I saw that you look super tired today and was wondering if you wanted to cancel?

-MM

Shit! I forgot that I asked her to come over for dinner. Do I really want her over tonight? I mean, all I really wanted to do was fuck her then go to sleep. When's the last time I had a good shag let alone a good fuck? I pause for a second to think.

Of course we are still on for tonight. Dinner will be ready at 8. :)

-JW

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"Ahh~! John!" Mary pants out as she rides me into the mattress. Who would've guessed that she was this enthusiastic in bed, if how polite and innocent she was during dinner is anything to go by.

She's bouncing wildly on my cock, using the headboard as support. Her hair is flying all over the place and her breast bounce up and down in match of her rhythm. She's moaning my name loudly and picking up speed with every bounce.

I grunt before gripping her hips tightly, trying to slow her down. If she keeps this pace up, I won't last very long.

"More John...more! Ah...ooh...yes...YESS!" She screams when I hit her G-Spot.

I cringe at the high pitch wail. There's no way I can keep listening to this. I thrust up into her, meeting her half way in order to reach my climax sooner. She throws her head back and bounces harder.

I grip her hips brusing tight and come before I collaps back down onto the bed, panting breathlessly.

"Wah? W-Wait...what? I'm not done yet!" Mary cries out in disbelief.

"Well, I am." I say with a nonchalant shrug.

She sputters for a moment before responding. "What am I suppose to do now?"

"Go home." I suggest as I pull her of of my softened cock and take the used condom off, throwing it in the trash bin next to the nightstand.

"WHAT?!" She shrieks, face turning red from either anger or embarrassment. I don't know nor do I care.

"Go home." I say more sternly as I roll over to get situated under my blankets, preparing for a good night's sleep. I really don't want to deal with Mary at the moment so I pointedly ignore her presence.

I feel her staring at my back intensely so I feign sleep for a few seconds. Finally I hear her huff and collect her clothes from off the floor before storming out of the room and slamming the door behind her. A few moments later I hear the front door slam shut.

I sigh in relief to finally having that woman out of my house before I roll over to turn off the light.

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Today was such a horribly boring day. I woke up panting and sweaty from a nightmare and looked at the time so see that I was late. I rushed to get out of the door just to find out that my haste was pointless. The clinc was as empty as a Church on a week day!

There was not one patient today, which is beyond weird considering how many people came in yesterday. I ended up organizing my patient files and cleaning out my desk all day. Mary ignored my very being, as was to be expected taking into account of how I treated her last night. But I couldn't muster up any guilt or sorriness on the situation to really care. Not wanting to stay in that barren place any longer, I decided to leave early.

I usually leave around five or five-thirty but today I left at four o'clock sharp. Seeing as I didn't really have anything planned nor did I want to go back to Baker St. yet, I decided to take a walk.

I hobbled along the sidewalk with my cane looking at all the shops as I passed them. I took a moment or two...or three to look at the puppies on display in the pet shop window. I knelt down to be eye level with the puppies' faces. They were so excited to be receiving attention that they were bumping into and climbing onto one another. I chuckled softly a put my hand to the glass.

"If I didn't already have to take care of myself, I'd buy one of you in a heart beat." I say softly to myself with a sad smile. The pet shop door opens with a chime and a young lady dressed in uniform comes out.

"Do you need something sir?" She ask with a forced smile.

I quickly stand up, well, as quickly as my leg would allow me to, and brush imaginary dust off of my jumper.

"No, I was just leaving." I nod before spinning on my heel and continuing my walk. I walk around for a while before stopping at a little café near my flat for some tea. Sitting down at the table closest to the back but also next to a window, I peer out and watch as people who are just getting off of work make their way home. I sip my lemon tea slowly then close my eyes and sigh in content. Tea has always had this calming effect on me. I take a deep breath of all the sweet pastries and brewing coffee in the café and then let it out. I feel peace that I haven't felt since I started seeing Mary. And everything in this one moment is...calm.

My eyes snap open when I feel my phone buzz in my pocket. So much for calm moment. I sigh as I pull out my phone to check the text message that ruined my peace.

Hello John. I'm willing to forgive you for yesterday on one condition.

You let me come over so we can finish what you so rudely ended. ;)

What do you say?

-MM

Oh God. There goes the moment. I rub my face and let out an exasperated huff. I'm not in the mood to deal with this shit.

I get up, grab my cane, and head out the door. As I'm shuffling down the street, I decide to take a short cut through an ally. The ally leads to a street that is only a block away from 221B. But as I turn the corner to enter the ally, I can see that it's already being occupied.

"You think you can just walk into our bar and insult us to our faces without get fucked up?!" I see three thugs surrounding a tall dark figure whose back was turned towards me.

I duck behind a dumpster and listen on. I know I should really just high tail it out of there but, I don't want to. It's something about the situation that seems almost...dangerous. And oh how I missed danger. I still my breathing and listen on.

"Do you actually think you stand a chance against all three of us?" One of the thugs with dreadlocks howled with laughter. The taller figure just stood there not moving an inch.

"Say something you FREAK!" The leader of the group, who was a little heavy set, yelled, spewing spit as he did so. The dark figure just lifted one gloved hand and wiped his face of the thug leader's saliva, but other than that, said nothing.

"That's it. I'm getting tired of your shit!" The leader sneered as he whipped out a pocket knife. The other thug with dreadlocks also pulls out a knife and gets into a pouncing stance.

I gasp then quickly slap my hand over my mouth. Night has fallen and the moon comes out from behind the clouds and I can see that the tall stranger has a mop of curls on top of his head which is currently inclined in my direction. Shit! Did he know I was here? Now is not the time to mull over that! Blood is about to spill if I don't do something now! I pull out my phone to call the police when I hear the thugs speak again.

"What you gotta to say now tough guy? Huh? What you gotta say?" The leader smilies crookedly. Tightening his grip on the knife.

"Hello, 911. What is your emergency?" I hear the lady say over the phone line.
"Yes...umm..please come to the ally located..uhh...between Baker St. and the end of Yalta Ave. There is a fight going on between three thugs and one man. The thugs...umm..have weapons and..." I stop my broken whispering when I hear a deep rich voice break the silence of the ally.

"You all are going to die now." Was the only thing I heard that voice say before I refocused on the lady on the other line.

"Sir? Sir?! Is everything alright? I hear screaming. Hold on, officers are on their way to your position as we speak. Just. Stay. Put." Then the lines goes dead.

I clutch my phone close to me as I will myself to look at the scene playing out behind the dumpster. What I see shocks me.

There is the tall dark man standing over the bodies of the thugs, panting hard and hands dripping blood. Fearing that he may be hurt, I stand up slowly and quietly walk over to him. I move slowly, as to not scare him. I'm a little ways away from him when I notice that one of the thugs lift off the ground a bit and aim a gun at the man's back.

"Look out!" I scream as I run as fast as I can with a limp to stop the thug from shooting. The gun sounds but the man jumps out of the path of the bullet just in time. I hit the thug hard against the head with my cane, efficiently knocking him out, and then kick the gun away from his reach.
I look up only to have percing silver orbs staring into my eyes. I'm transfixed as the eyes don't blink, that is, until the tall man promptly passes out. I blink a couple of times before realizing what just happened.

"Shit!" I curse softly as I hurry to the man's side. I bend down and touches the man's chest to see if he's still breathing.

"Oh thank God." I sigh in relief as I feel the steady rise and fall of his chest under my palm. I look up at the sound of sirens in the distance and glance back at the unconscious figure below me. I really don't want the man to go through anymore trouble, so I make a split second decision right then and there.

I half carry half drag the man down and out of the ally towards 221B. Slowly but surely we moved down the empty sidewalk and up the stairs to the door. I get my key in the lock, open the door, and slide inside just before the police cars round the corner onto Baker St.
I let out a breath that I didn't even know I was holding before staring at the flight of stairs that lead to my flat. Damn.

"Bloody hell you bastard. Why are you so damn heavy!" I grumble to myself as I step on the first step.

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The curly head man is cleaned up, dressed in sleep clothes, and is now sleeping in the room near the kitchen. I try not to think about what I saw on the man's body nor think about if the man is even human.

I sigh as I take a seat in my chair, also cleaned and dressed in sleep clothes, then sip on my hot cup of tea. Today's events are finally taking there toll on me.

"John Watson, what have you gotten yourself into this time?" I chide myself then rub my face. The tea isn't really helping me settle much.

Knock knock. "It's Mrs. Hudson dearie. Are you awake?" Knock knock knock.

I look up at the sound of my land lady's voice. I slowly get up and use my cane to walk over to the door. I open it and blink a couple of times at what I see.

There Mrs. Hudson is, standing looking innocent as ever with two police officers and an older looking gentleman behind her.

"I'm sorry to bother you dearie but-" she's cut off by the older man.

"Hello Dr. Watson. My name is Detective Inspector G. Lestrade and I would like to ask you a few questions, if that's alright with you?" The inspector said with a simple smile. Mrs. Hudson glares at him silently.

I blink again before realizing I didn't answer yet. "Oh...umm..yes. Yeah, sure. I don't mind answering a few questions." I say with a nod.

DI Lestrade raises an eyebrow before inclining his head towards my open door. "May we come in?"

"Oh! Of course. My apologies, it's just been a long night and all." I say with a humorless chuckle as I step out of the way of the officers to let them in. I'm just about to follow them in when Mrs. Hudson grabs my arm softly.

"What's going on John? Why are the police here to see you at eleven o'clock at night? What has happened?" She whispers, worry etched on her features. I open my mouth to respond but get cut off before I can even utter a sound.

"Are you coming Dr. Watson?" I hear the DI say from inside.

"Coming." I call back. I turn back to my land lady before speaking again. "I'll tell you everything later Mrs. Hudson. Just try and get some sleep now, ok?" I don't wait for her answer as I turn back into the flat and close the door.

DI Lestrade is sitting on the couch and the two officers are standing on either side of it. I sit in my chair and nod as a single to proceed.

"Right then, lets just get to the point shall we?" He says pulling out a pen and note pad. "Dr. Watson-"

"John."

"Excuse me?" He says with a look of confusion.

"Please, just call me John." I say with a smile that doesn't quite reach my eyes. He nods slowly before continuing.

"Right. Well then, you can call me either Greg or just Lestrade." he smiles. "Now then, John, you were the one who notified the police of the conflict that took place in the ally way a few blocks from here, am I correct?"

"Yes."

"You called in saying that there were three thugs against one man, correct?"

"Yes."

"And are you aware that the three thugs in question are all in critical condition and the man in question is no where to be found?"

Now that shocked me. It must have shown on my face because Lestrade started writing furiously in his note pad.

"I-I did not know that." I stutter out.

"Right, well it seems upon arrival you also weren't present. Why is that?" He ask, looking directly into my eyes. I close my eyes and swallow before answering, hoping with all my heart that I sound convincing.

"I got the hell out of there when I heard a gun shot. There was no way I was going to stick around and risk getting hit." I say with a shuttering breath.

"So you have no idea what happened to the thugs or the man?" He ask without looking up from his notepad.

"No sir."

"Not the faintest clue as to how the thugs may have gotten into the state they're in or where the man's whereabouts are?" He says with a raised eyebrow.

"No sir." I say, praying in my head that I don't give away the man's whereabouts.

He nods before continuing to write down notes. We sit in silence for a while as he completes whatever he's writing down in his pad. Finally he closes it and stands up, sticking his hand out at me.

"Thank you John for being so cooperative at such a late hour. It was a pleasure to meet you." He smiles as I take his hand. The DI doesn't seem like such a bad guy once you get to know him a little.

"The pleasure is all mine Lestrade." I smile back, shaking his hand in the process.

I escort him and the two officers to the door and bid them good bye. And just like clockwork, Mrs. Hudson comes running up the stairs right after the officers close the door behind themselves.

"John! John dear, what happened?" She asks as she runs up to me in her nightgown and slippers.

"Mrs. Hudson, please calm down. Everything is fine." I try to soothe her.

"Oh, don't give my that rubbish John. You should know better than to lie to me." She says with a disapproving look. "Now tell me what is going on."

I sigh before ushering her into my flat. "I think it may be best to just show you."

We make our way to the bedroom just beside the kitchen and stop outside the door. I put my finger up to my lips to silently tell her to keep quite. She nods in response and stares back at the closed door. I slowly push the door open far enough for both of us to see the figure on the bed in the middle of the room. Mrs. Hudson gasp softly before turning to stare at me.

"John, what have you gotten yourself into?" She scolds me softly. The figure on the bed shifts slightly and sharp nails gleam in the dim moonlight. I sigh before closing the door and turning to Mrs. Hudson's worried face.

"I don't know."

To Be Continued

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Author's Notes

Yep, there you have it. Chapter 2 done in John Watson's point of view.

This gives you a sense as to how John's life is going to change drastically! For better or worse? Who knows? :\

Hope you enjoyed! Tell me what you think so far and I'll see you all next chapter :P