A/N: Hi guys, thanks to everyone who has been reading this. Thank you for your reviews it's nice to know what you guys think. Also thanks to my favouriter. You guys are all great. Just letting you know, the prologue was originally chapter 3 but then I got told by my editor to put it at the start. So yeah... Heres the next chapter. I hope you guys like it.
Chapter 4: Trust me.
Sherlock had to make them somehow believe what was in front of their eyes. There may be an actual fictional character called Sherlock Holmes. No, hold on, HE was Sherlock Holmes and he most is certainly not, and had NEVER been, a fictional character, He had to make them believe,,,, but how? There was no way he could prove it. Think Sherlock, that's what you're good at. How can you convince them that you're the real deal?
Meanwhile...
John and Lestrade were sitting in 221B wondering about the mysterious man claiming to be Sherlock Holmes. They had been so harsh on him. But yet he was completely mad, right?
"What should we do?"
"I don't know yet. But I have a feeling he'll be back."
"Of course he will John. Mad men don't give that easy."
"Are we sure he really is mad? What if he's just had a traumatic experience leaving him believing he is Sherlock Holmes because the truth is too much to bear?"
"Maybe you're right. But the only way to know is to ask him."
"Then what are we waiting for?"
With that John bounded out of the flat leaving Lestrade to follow. It didn't take them long to find 'Sherlock', because he was also looking for them. "We need to talk."
"Come back to my flat. If you want to talk we'll do it there."
"Fine."
The trio walked back down the street to 221B. When they got inside Sherlock flopped down into a chair."No, I have not been through a traumatic experience."
"How did you know..."
"Your expression and tone screamed it at me John."
"Oh."
"Look, I am Sherlock Holmes. A fictional character he may be, but I'm not. I. AM. REAL."
"That's impossible. If you really are Sherlock Holmes, you should know that better than anyone."
"Not impossible, just highly improbable."
"Am I dreaming? This can't be real."
"No John. I need you to trust me on this."
"How can I trust you if I'm not even sure if you're telling the truth?"
"I've known you for 3 years and I've never met anyone I trust more."
"I… I've never met you before in my life?"
"Just pretend that made sense. Just trust me for 20 minutes."
"Fine."
"Good, follow me."
Sherlock ran out the door. Lestrade looked at John, questioning "You're really going to trust this man?"
I can at least listen. I'll be back soon." With that John followed Sherlock out the door.
Sherlock had run down Baker St trying to remember where Moriarty had taken him. It was definitely a hotel. High class and expensive. Then it clicked. Sherlock sped up leaving John scrambling to keep up.
They arrived at the hotel in just under 10 minutes. They went inside. Moriarty was sitting in the lobby waiting for them. Recognition crossed John's face. "Richard Brook?"
Sherlock was shocked. This is not Richard Brook. Richard Brook doesn't even exist. No this is Jim Moriarty. "No, John, Richard Brook doesn't exist. This is Jim Moriarty."
John gasped. He knew Richard, Richard was Molly's boyfriend. He would never hurt a fly. Jim Moriarty on the other hand was a ruthless criminal who killed people for fun. Richard and Jim are complete opposites. How dare this so called 'Sherlock Holmes' accuse his friend of being Jim.
"Tell me it's not true."
"It isn't John. That man, he says he is Sherlock Holmes but in reality he is Jim Moriarty."
Sherlock saw the look of betrayal on John's face. What had Moriarty done to John?
"John, It's not true. He's lying, he's always lying."
"No, no. You did it!"
"Did what? I… I'm not him. I..."
"Save it. The truth is out. It's time you got what's coming to you..."
"And that would be?"
"Justice."
