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Hello everyone! It's been a while. Sorry!

It seems these doctor who society meetings are quickly turning into drunken meetings with doctor who on in the background! We did have a quiz night though, my partner and I came joint first! Just 5 more quizzes to go to find the ultimate doctor who geek!

Anyway, here is the next installment. Comments from you wonderful people would be lovely!
Betaed by the super wonderful sethrox9730


John had a different nightmare tonight. Instead of watching Sherlock die, Sherlock was everyone. He was Jade, he was the taxi driver, he was the old man on the plane, he was the crying child, he was the camera man, all standing around John and judging him for his decision and choice. But most importantly, mocking him for his failure to save the only thing he loved in his life. Once again sheets were soaked in sweat as the night terror came to its climax, waking John so that he could shout into the darkness once more.

The week was over and the first film had been made. There were a few scenes they had to film over again, a few sound over's that needed adjusting. But it was ready for viewing. John couldn't watch it. It felt wrong, immoral as well as a betrayal of Sherlock's love. John stepped outside the viewing room for the duration of the film. The film was a success, Ed's company had found a publisher, soon John's face, or more importantly his dick would be displayed in every seedy sex shop in the city. He wasn't quite sure how he felt about that. He made sure his name in the credits was displayed as John Holmes and that was him done until the next film script popped up. He had been paid quite nicely from Ed, so instead of screaming at the dark he decided to see the sights and bars.

Morning soon came and Ed rang John with offers of more work as well as bigger pay, John said yes without thinking it through. Acting on impulse he could get used to this.

The films all continued in the same way. John would turn up, John would get naked, John would think about sex with Sherlock, John would fuck whomever he had to fuck and then John would leave.

Sherlock on the other hand was having more trouble; he was now in Russia discovering Moriarty's links that went further than illegal vodka. He had uncovered and sent information back to Mycroft about various up and coming criminals, plans for heists as well as information on potential spies. However he was still no clearer in dismantling Moriarty's network. Moran was still on the run or more importantly still breathing and Sherlock was coming ever closer to being killed every time he went after some new men in Moriarty's network. He was hopping all over Europe trying to track leads that quickly disappeared. Soon he found himself in Berlin hiding in a sex shop away from two criminals he had double crossed. He pretended to browse the isles; he made his way from the scary looking leather strapped toys to the DVD section. He viewed various titles looking at the sneak peak pictures on the front of the DVDs to show the buyer what they would be getting. None of the people on the covers did anything for him. They were all just flesh. Naked skin and bone, nothing more. He was just about to turn away when he noticed some more DVDs, this time John was the one on the front cover. There were different titles he was staring in, each with varying cheesy names and descriptions:

'Captain Big Boy gives his girl a tough training working out'

'Can Mr. Hottie keep control of his horny students?'

It fascinated Sherlock. Without thinking he gathered every type of DVD with John's face on it he could find. He took it to the counter to pay. The young woman behind the till viewed his purchases.

"I see you are into Jonnie Holmes?" questioned the woman.

"Excuse me?"

"Jonnie Holmes, that's the porn star"

"Oh right, yes quite attractive"

The till assistance smiled as she placed his purchases into a colored bag and continued to make conversation.

"I can see the attraction, he is mysterious. No one knows where he came from, he doesn't do interviews, doesn't attend erotica like the other famous porn stars do. He's no James Dean, but the ladies love him" commented the woman.

Sherlock took his bag and left the shop. He took a quick side way glance before taking the back alleys back to his hotel.

Once inside his discarded his coat and emptied the bag onto the bed. He closed the curtains and turned the TV on. Thank god for built in DVD players. He took one case, opened it up and placed the DVD inside the player. He sat back on the bed and waited for the film to start. He kept the sound low, but the picture was glorious. It was a sharp high definition close up of John. Sherlock ignored the other woman entirely, choosing to purely focus on John. Watching the way he moved, the way he grunted and the way he strained his muscles was beautiful. Sherlock remembered every detail of them together. He missed him so much. As he continued to watch he felt his body respond. His trousers became too tight and too hot. He all but ripped the material of his legs in eagerness to grope himself. His movement was in time with John's. He kept bringing himself to the edge then stopping as if he were waiting for John to be in the same position almost as if John was actually in the room with him. Watching John climax on the screen caused Sherlock to follow; he came with John's name on his lips clutching at the bed sheets. That was the most he had ever felt connected with John since the death. For the next couple of hours, Sherlock watched every DVD and practically milked himself dry. It was around 4am when Sherlock realized what he was doing. John wasn't his anymore. This was unhealthy, derogatory as well as just plain weird. Sherlock shoved the DVDs away from him, and began to cry over John. He sobbed into the pillows, trying to keep the noise down.

Surprisingly crying brought sleep quicker. Sherlock drowned in the bad dreams slipping into the darkness of unconsciousness. Morning soon came as Sherlock groggily awoken to a silent hotel room. There was a text message awaiting him on his phone.

The foundations of M's network have been to crack. Watch out for Moran- MH

Sherlock didn't bother replying, pushing himself out of the bed he proceed to alter his appearance. Grabbing a pair of scissors and hair dye from his possessions he made his way into the bathroom. Firstly he chopped of the parts of his hair where his distinctive curls were being to form, then applied a strawberry-blonde dye to his hair. Over half-an-hour Sherlock hair was changed, he gave himself a second glance at the mirror in attempt to get used to his new look. Packing up the rest of the room, Sherlock was ready to move on as well as begin the next stage of the destruction of Moriarty's network. Notably the DVDs were placed at the bottom of his bad, covered by articles of clothing.

Sherlock made his way to the reception of the small hotel, only to find the two criminals from the day before sat in reception waiting for him. As a response, he slightly turned his head and made him way to the front desk. He kept his voice low as he asked the receptionist for his hotel bill. Sliding a couple of currency notes over the table, his bill was paid for, in cash so that he would not leave a paper trail behind. Sherlock just needed to get past the criminals without them realising who he was. Grabbing a local tour guide map from the rack, he opened it up looking like a normal tourist planning their next route. He used the map to cover part of his face as he left. As soon as he was reached some distance away from the hotel he binned the map.

"Idiots" commented Sherlock, to himself glancing back around just to make sure he wasn't being followed.

Sherlock made his way to the local train station. Newly ticket brought, he boarded the train and settled down for the duration. Mycroft had arranged a plane ticket to take Sherlock to Ireland back to Moriarty's base. Between them they have just about collected enough evidence to put an end to the links that Moriarty had built, there was only problem that remained, Moran. Sherlock was at his wits end, it was looking impossible to build a case against Moran. His military past meant that he was careful and meticulous when it came to covering his tracks. Worst of all Sherlock had no idea where Moran even was in the world. Being two steps behind the man caused Sherlock to be on edge. The man was exhausted and burned out. Breaking Moriarty's network was coming close to killing him. Sherlock let himself slip into a light sleep; he needed it as much as he didn't want to admit it.

The stuttering of the train nudged him awake. The walk to the airport wasn't long as Sherlock made his way through the small crowds of individuals.

Unbeknown to Sherlock John had been given a similar offer.