"You said you would keep him safe, Mycroft."
"You know just as well as I do that I could not protect him from the emotional trauma Sherlock."
"Why didn't you tell me how much this had damaged him? You kept telling me that he was getting better."
"He was doing better considering everything that happened. What was I supposed to do? Tell you that Dr Watson was on his way to a full mental collapse, you would have disrupted the operation entirely by rushing to his side, which was apparently inevitable."
"You could have…" Sherlock stopped talking as he spotted John in the doorway. The blond man still found it strange to hear Sherlock talk. Still believing it to be a deceptive mind trick somehow.
"Tea, Sherlock?" The question left a bitter taste in his mouth. It was so normal. After setting down two cups of tea, ignoring Mycroft entirely he decided to ask the Holmes brothers exactly what they were planning to do about the current situation.
"First we have to fabricate papers of you moving to a different town, leaving your current place of work and all your friends behind. Considering the recent events they will hardly wonder about it. After that we will get you off the grid, the same way Sherlock is." Mycroft supplemented the answer.
"You mean, I will be committing 'suicide'?" It would actually be very believable. Lestrade, Molly and Mrs Hudson already kept tabs on him, waiting for him to do something drastic.
"We actually didn't want you to disappear like that. Once the mission is finished it will be a lot more problematic to resurrect two dead people." Sherlock answered from his spot on the couch.
"Surely not much more difficult than one? People are bound to notice it when I go off the grid. Lestrade and Molly have been keeping a close eye on me. Not to mention Mrs Hudson."
"Yes, you do point out a very valid argument as to why killing you would be much more convenient. I proposed that myself as well, but Sherlock here refused to even entertain the idea."
"Kill me, I don't care whether it will be suicide or some accident. I will not have Mrs Hudson or anyone else wondering about what happened to me."
"John, you do realize that once you 'die' you can't just come back. Everyone you left behind will be moving on after this and they will not accept you back into their lives that easily."
"I don't care Sherlock! As much as I like them, this life isn't worth living without you in it, and if you have to go through the whole resurrecting process than so will I." Sherlock didn't say anything else to contradict him, and Mycroft gave him a winning smile.
"Good, glad that's settled. I will make sure everything is handled as discretely as possible."
"Maybe a stupid question, but what will happen once we are off the grid. Are we going to start some random killing spree?" It was a joke, but John had no doubt about it that people would die. Hopefully not him or Sherlock.
"No John, that would be highly.." Mycroft struggled to find the right word for it "indiscrete." He finished eventually. "Knowledge is power my dear Dr Watson. Feed the right information, or in our case the wrong information, to the right people and watch the domino's fall." A shiver ran down Johns spine, the older Holmes really was a terrifying person.
"We plan to murder only a few people, and make sure a couple of them get caught by the police and blame other criminals for the incident. They will fight each other without ever realizing we are doing it." For a moment John saw that spark again in his friends eyes. The same one when he realized the game Moriarty was playing, the gleam that meant he had a great game to play. It reminded him of the better times.
"I just need a moment, okay." John walked out of the room, trying to control his breathing. It was going all so damn fast. It all seemed like Sherlock hadn't died two months ago, the only indication he really had of it was the chest pain that still hadn't receded and the fact that the Holmes brothers were being ridiculously civil to each other. Well as civil as they could be at least.
The plan was brilliant as was expected of a Holmes. Blaming the others would mean they could get away without having people following them. The only thing that really worried John though was that Sherlock was involved. When Sherlock was involved nothing went according to plan. ´That could also be because he never tells you his plans. For all you know they all went great.´ his mind supplied bitterly. Though he was right to be angry at the detective, John still felt guilty for the thought. He just couldn´t find it in himself to hate the man when he was finally back with him. ´Never speak ill of the death´ he thought, then snorted. Here he was; sitting against his bedroom door trying to control his breathing while the two Holmes brothers were probably casually talking about what they were going to do as if it was all just a game. That was just it, to them it was. They didn't care about the collateral damage. Which was exactly what John was.
He regretted his thoughts immediately. Sherlock had been angry at Mycroft this morning about John being hurt. The detective was arrogant, annoying, good at hurting John and sometimes a little inhuman about other people: but he did care about John. He jumped of a bloody roof to show that he cared. He always had a flair for dramatics. John had long ago realized that Sherlock wasn't a sociopath, he was just a socially awkward person. Asperger had come to mind once or twice, but it really didn't matter what name you put on it. Sherlock just didn't know any better.
When he came back to the living room there was a stony silence between the two brothers that almost had John walking back into his bedroom. "When are we leaving exactly?"
Mycroft gave him one of those saccharine smiles that made the smaller man want to hit him. "I have just sent a text to Anthea, by this time tomorrow Dr John Watson will have a tragic accident involving a cabdriver losing control of the wheel and driving straight into a wall combusting the car and leaving nothing but burning remains to be identified by DNA."
John swallowed, it was really happening. No turning back after this. 'Don't be ridiculous John, it's not like you would want to be anywhere else in the world.' "No one will get hurt?"
"No we will be using two unidentified corpses two portray you and the driver. We will make sure no other civilians will be hit by the cab, or the shrapnel from the explosion."
"Shrapnel? You are planning to use a bomb?"
"Well of course, we have to make sure the car explodes accordingly to the plan. We can't have the bodies stay intact now, can we? Don't look so worried Dr Watson, my team has the highest expertise in working with bombs. It will not have a big radius; it has to look as a car explosion after all. I bid you two goodbye and I recommend to start packing. By this time tomorrow you will be on a plane to Italy." With those words Mycroft left the apartment, leaving John and Sherlock to prepare themselves for the upcoming changes in their lives.
AN: SOOOOOOOO SORRY! I haven't been updated in a while as I have been swamped with making arrangements for school next year, and I went to England for a while….I will try to update faster next time. Please R & R. This piece will soon be changed with the corrected version but I didn't want to make you guys wait any longer.
