Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, do not own anything having to do with BBC's Sherlock except this story idea.
AN: I'm getting these updates out quickly while I have the time because I'm not sure how much free time my teachers will allow me to have. No warnings so enjoy the chapter, which finally has the appearance of John with a little bit of Sherlock. All most the entire conversation between them is from the episode except a little bit of the beginning.
Chapter 3
The Blogger Issues
He let his fingers drum on his laptop as he stared at the blank white screen in front of him. Introductions were always the hardest. Well, hell it wasn't even really the introduction that was stopping him; it was more like he just couldn't write.
John sighed and ran a hand through his hair, and then leans back in his chair and closes his eyes. These last few days had been hell. His flat was almost blown up, he had to deal with some maniac strapping people to bombs for no other reason than to play a stupid game. Then he had to deal with his flat mate who honestly just didn't care about anybody, they were all just puzzles to him, the victims. John wondered if Sherlock would care if he were strapped to a bomb. Would he be worried for John or would it all just be some small part and some grand game? He pictures Sherlock rambling about how brilliant the answer was, like he did with the kid today.
The thought makes him sick.
John shakes his head and looks back at his still empty blog report. He needs to write something. He has to get all these thoughts out of his head or they'll never leave him alone. They were already causing him to have nightmares again of Afghanistan. He sets his fingers back on his keyboard determined to at least write something. An idea just starts to form in his head when naturally his flat mate has to ruin it all.
"Have you considered that your inability to write up this story for your blog might be because this story hasn't yet reached its conclusion?" says Sherlock barely sparing a second to glance up at John.
"Hmm." It isn't something John has considered. It would make sense after all the way this ends could completely change the entire way he would write the rest of the story. John thinks about it and while he realizes it's true, he is hardly happy for the revelation. If he can't write about the case then he needed to find a way to occupy his mind, to get it away from the images rolling around in his head.
He places his elbow on the table leans his head against it and closes his eyes. He sees flashes of his time in Afghanistan and hurriedly opens them back up, shuddering.
He feels Sherlock's eyes on him again. He prays he won't say anything. John would appreciate the concern but…but he knows any conversation with Sherlock involving any emotions will only end up being extremely uncomfortable and awkward, and Sherlock would end up finding away to quickly excuse himself.
Sometimes he…John shakes his head again. Those thoughts would do him no good. They were only full of self-pity. He contributes it to his lack of sleep.
"Why don't you just write about something else?"
He knows Sherlock is only trying to help but he hates the way he always implies that everything is just soobvious. No one likes to be reminded on a constant basis how inferior they are. It's this that causes him to reply a little more sharply than he normally would.
"Like what?" He says with venom. It's only a slight narrowing of the eyes that lets John know that his words affected Sherlock.
"The missile plans."
"Oh yeah" he says contemplatively. "Thanks" he says.
His feels to guilty to point out that he doubted Mycroft appreciate that knowledge being all over the web. And now he has to type something. Think there had to be something worth mentioning. A scene suddenly pops in his head (thankfully not another bombing one). It was from earlier in the week when they had seen Molly at the hospital and met Jim for the first time. His heart when out to her, the poor women. Sherlock attributed it to a total cluelessness but John believed, in this case she was just being trusting. After all if Jim was gay it was his responsibility to tell Molly so, not lead her on.
It was this thought that led him to start typing about what an ass the two men were being to poor Molly. Truly she did deserve better. John just hoped she could get over this and Sherlock and find someone deserving of her. John's focus on his righting is only torn away when he hears Sherlock yelling at the TV about the paternity of some child off of a show.
"I knew it was dangerous" he says as he turns back to his writing.
"Hmmm?" says Sherlock distractedly.
"Getting you into crap telly" he says as he types. John knows he's sidetracked when he rereads what he's written so far and notices that he's spent the last couple of paragraphs venting about how John Watson, or hell at least John, was hardly a difficult name to remember. Yes he definitely got off topic. Reading up a little further up the page he decides that he probably spent a little too much time describing Jim as well. John doesn't know why. He just found it hard to stop; he didn't even realize that he had noticed so much about the man. Maybe he made some of it up? He doesn't know but he does know that there is something about the man that just draws John's attention.
Absentmindedly John says "You know, I'm still waiting"
"Hmmm?"
John rolls his eyes. "For you to admit that a little knowledge of the solar system could have helped you figure out that painting a lot quicker."
"Didn't do you any good now did it."
John smiles. "No but I'm not the world's only consulting detective."
John glances at the clock on his computer and remembers that he's going to Sarah's. He quickly copy and pastes what he's written and saves it in a word document, knowing it might not be safe from Sherlock, but he knows he can't upload it. No one would care about any of that and he hardly wanted people to get the wrong idea of anyone he mentioned. Who knows he might even come back to it; a kind of journal of sorts. Only this one he wouldn't share.
"I'm not making tea, I'm going over to Sarah's" he says as he closes his laptop and grabs a jacket. "I think there's some risotto left in the fridge." He sighs as he remembers they need milk. "Milk. We need milk."
"I'll get some"
John turns around and stares at Sherlock as if he'd grown an extra head. "Really?"
"Really" he says like he doesn't understand why John believes it to be so shocking.
"And some beans then?" John asks, more so for testing to see if this was for real. Sherlock nods and grunts in confirmation, so John nods his head, his mind still completely blown and heads down the stairs and out of 221B Baker St.
John walks for a few minutes, still trying to wrap his mind around Sherlock offering to go to the store. It was unheard of, he hated…public…places. John's mind suddenly whirs into action as he realizes something was off. Sherlock wouldn't offer unless he was trying to keep John away, but why would he…
John's though goes unfinished as he feels a needle pierce his skin in his neck. He turns around to face his attacker but all he sees is a black blur before blacks out.
Jim's POV
Jim Moriarty was not having a good week. Seb was finally back only to come and tell him that was of his men had botched up a smuggling mission and managed to get all the merchandise confiscated leaving him 250 million dollar loss. Oh he was furious. It helped that Seb managed to catch the imbecile and Jim did have the pleasure of torturing him when he wasn't busy playing with Sherlock.
It truly was the only thing keeping him from blowing up the entire city, though he did enjoy blowing up that one old lady. Who did she think she was, talking about him like that, describing him? How stupid are these people? Do they have no sense of self-preservation? Stupidity always gets his blood boiling.
And now things were boring again. He wonders if maybe he overestimated Sherlock in believing he would contact him after receiving the missile plans. After all it was a logical jump, incredibly easy for people like them. So what was keeping him?
Maybe he and is flat mate were having another lover's spat. Jim's lip curls at the thought of the ex-army doctor. He has no idea what to think of John Watson. He knows he's ordinary, knows there is nothing special about him, and yet the man never seems to be far away from his mind. It's unbelievably frustrating because, and he hates to admit it, he doesn't understand. Why was he so fixated?
He sits back in his office chair, closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and makes his mind focus. He just has to think logically about this. What is so different about John Watson that draws him to the front of his mind? It hits him suddenly and it's so obvious he wonders how he didn't see it earlier.
John Watson was interesting because Sherlock kept him around, and even weirder John wanted to stay in the dangerous life Sherlock lead. It was all so clear now. John was interesting because he was Sherlock's, and Jim knows that people like them usually don't get to keep ordinaries like John.
His thoughts are interrupted by the ringing of his phone. He growls (he hates being interrupted) and answers.
"Sir the doctor has just left the flat do you want me to pick him up now?"
At the same moment he finally gets a message from Sherlock wanting to meet at the pool for the missile plans.
Jim giggles "Oh how delightful. Yes, you can pick up Sherlock's pet now. The final part of our game is about to begin. Bring him to the pool and don't forget the explosives!"
Ah yes everything was going according to plan. He smiles as he stands, straightening out his suit. Yes this will be great, the best and most brilliant conclusion yet.
He couldn't wait.
Pretty soon he'll win the game and be without that pesky little blogging, pet issue he's been dealing with.
He ignores the twisting of his gut at the thought.
AN: Ok this chapter took forever to write compared to the last two. When I started writing this story I figured Moriarty and Sherlock would be the hardest to write. Now I'm afraid it's all the ordinary people that will give me the biggest trouble. John was unexpectedly very difficult to write in this chapter.
Let me know what you guys think. Was it good? Was it bad? Let me know. Sorry for the really bad sentencing in the last chapter. I realized when I went back and read it that I left some words out and similar things like that. I'll probably try and fix it tomorrow. It's a little late over here and I have school tomorrow so off to bed for me.
Thanks to bookgirl 121 for her review!
