Smiles2go : Next room...hum, I don't think so ;) Anyway you don't scare me any more! :) More fluffy smut for you and don't worry for John, he won't stay on the floor too long :p
Miss Crookshanks : Moriarty is a bitch ! (that's why we love him :p)
Here comes the 6th chapter. Once more thank you for reading and, please, review :)
Chapter 6 – The Fool, the King and the pawns.
"John! John please hold on!" Sherlock yelled, he was completely lost. His brain was out of order, John, his John was on the floor, poisoned by the venom of an unknown spider sent by this bastard. What? Why? Who? How? Was all he could thing about.
Moriarty had disappeared for a while and because of their happiness they almost forgot about his existence. But the man was still here, still dangerous and most of all, still mad as a hater.
Come on Sherlock, think, do something, move!
He had to react, now!
"Sh...lock...b..bl...ack...w...w" John mumbled.
"Black...Black widow? Is that what you want to say?" Sherlock didn't know if he could hold John's hand, if he could move him...and the man's face was red, he was about to choke. "Black widow you're sure?" John tried to nod and the detective understood it was a yes.
"Sh...ock...al...er...gic...spi...der..."
John was allergic to spiders bites, he could have an anaphylactic shock anytime from now, his throat could contract itself and he could choke to death.
"All right John, it's okay, I know what to do now. I need a minute please, I beg you to hold on please! I will be right with you." Sherlock was torn between the urgency of finding a cure and his need to hold the man he loved and tell him everything was ok.
Black widows. He knew those spiders, he studied them. He went to his room, opened the closet and fumbled in a box full of bottles. He read the labels and threw the needless ones on the floor where they crashed messily and noisily.
When he finally found the right bottle he searched for a syringe and one special medicine in the bathroom's cupboard. Then he run back in the kitchen, afraid to find John dead.
But he wasn't.
His face was red and he was fighting against the urge to throw up – he was scared to choke in his own vomit - but he was alive and conscious.
"All right, John, I'm back, I'm here. I'm going to inject you calcium gluconate and muscle relaxant. This should ease your pain fast, at least you will be able to breathe. Do you hear me?"
John tried to nod again. The detective inject the serum in the doctor's vein. He called 999 and laid on the floor close to the man he loved waiting for him to breath. After a moment which seemed to last an hour, John stopped shaking and his breathing slowed down to it's normal pace, Sherlock threw his arm across his lover's chest and tears fell from his strange blue eyes. The ambulance arrived and, since Sherlock refused to let go of John's hand, the medics took them both to the hospital.
"Mister Holmes you have to leave Doctor Watson now, he needs to rest." The hospital doctor said.
"No, I stay!" Sherlock was lying on John's hospital bed his body glued to his lover's side refusing to leave the man alone.
"Mister Holmes..."
"I want him to stay." John interrupt the argument "Please." He felt better but weak and needed to rest but most of all, even if he was a grown up and a doctor, he needed Sherlock's presence by his side.
"All right. But you need to sleep. The muscle relaxant your friend gave you and the other medicine we add to your treatment against the venom should have knocked you out already, I'm surprised you're still awake."
"Don't worry doctor, I'm going to sleep as soon as you shut the door." That was a little rude.
"Well, good night and, Mister Holmes, Once more congratulation for your self control. You saved your friend." The doctor shut the door behind him and the room fell silent.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..." Sherlock said sobbing and burying his face on John's shoulder.
"What are you sorry for? You saved my life." John said turning his face to the mass of curly brown hair.
"I panicked, I almost let you die!"
"No you didn't, you reacted really fast, you did exactly what you should."
"But I hesitated!" Sherlock turned his head and looked in his lover's eyes.
"Of course you did, you're human, Sherlock." John moved a little and cupped Sherlock's cheek.
"I was so scared."
"Yeah, so did I." John chuckled and Sherlock laughed too. They knew it wasn't funny but they needed to release the pressure.
"Can you come here, love?" The detective asked tentatively while opening his arms for John to cuddle on his chest.
"Of course I can." Sherlock hold John very close and the doctor soon fell asleep.
John's breath calmed Sherlock's fear and allowed the detective's brain to work it's natural way, fast.
Moriarty was back. His first move had been tactical. Trying to put Sherlock's lover down, hurting him, weakening him. That was awful to think but everything happened because of him, Sherlock Holmes. He was there again. A point he never left really. He talked about it with John after the funeral incident and John had been absolutely categoric about that : he wouldn't allow Sherlock to reject him to save him from Moriarty's madness.
The detective's phone vibrated again, the three first times it was Mycroft expressing his regrets for not having anticipated the mad man's move. The fourth was Lestrade for approximately the same reason. Now it was Mrs Hudson who wanted to know when John would be allowed to come home. No message from Moriarty which was scarier than receiving one.
Sherlock opened his eyes, he didn't sleep, just rested and listened the noises of the hospital – which was quite depressing really – John was still deeply asleep in his arms.
"Mycroft, you know that coming inside people's rooms while they're sleep can be considered a little bit invading even in a hospital." Sherlock said opening his eyes.
"You know how impatient I can be sometimes."
"Yes, I know."
"My men are covering all the exits and...well, you know, the usual." Mycroft smiled his business smile.
"He changed the rules this time." Sherlock skipped the civilities "He doesn't want us to admire him, he wants us to fear him. That's why he didn't send a text this time. I lost my temper, I was...in fear. Now I have to focus."
"We will try to consider all the options..."
"Moriarty is a mad genius, I don't think the usual rules of deduction apply to him. He will be where we don't expect him."
"Sherlock, I insist, please, come to the manor, both of you, I want you somewhere safe."
"You want us somewhere you can control our movements. You know I can't accept that."
"Even if you put John's life in danger?" Sherlock looked daggers at his brother and kept silent for a moment – answering to that would have led to an inevitable argument and he didn't want that. Not here, not now.
"As always you act as if I not here, Mycroft." John said. Sherlock looked back at him. "Don't even bother acting as if you didn't know I was awake, Sherlock." John smiled.
"Oh look who's with us, the damsel in distress."
"Mycroft!" Sherlock snap back his voice louder than before.
"It's all right, my love. Just don't listen to him." John said cupping Sherlock's cheek and kissing him lightly. He knew this kind of demonstration of love made Mycroft ill at ease. Sherlock too, so he deepened the kiss sliding his tongue inside John's mouth and holding him closer. The shorter man whimpered in Sherlock's mouth and that wasn't only because he wanted Mycroft to go out but also because the detective was now running his hands along his spine in the fashion that made him shiver. When they broke the kiss – after several minutes – Mycroft was gone.
"As far as I hate the idea maybe you should consider your brother's proposition." Sherlock frowned "Sherlock, you know what I mean, you said it yourself, nobody can anticipate Moriarty's next move. The manor is a fortress, we would be safe here."
"But we wouldn't be free." John searched an argument to oppose to that but just couldn't find one "You're right..."
"John," Sherlock said resting his hands on both sides of John's face "for you I could do that."
"I won't deprive you of your liberty, ever."
"All right, we stay together, and we stay at 221B...under Mycroft's surveillance."
"Some things never change." John laugh and Sherlock followed. They kissed again, hungrily, passionately. Suddenly John chuckled on Sherlock's mouth.
"What?" The detective asked smiling.
"I was just imagining spending a night in the manor with your brother popping inside the room without warning as he always do."
"That would be something yes." Sherlock smiled "I wouldn't enjoy having my bother watching us while we have sex though." He added before kissing his lover's mouth again. He let his hands run under John's hospital shirt and grazed the soft skin teasingly.
"I must say it's not one my fantasy either." John left Sherlock's mouth and nipped his neck. The detective moaned and rolled them to lay on top of his lover, his lower body pressing heavily on John's.
"I love you." Sherlock whispered rolling his hips sending shivers on both their bodies.
"I love you too." John gasped as Sherlock moved again against him. The doctor tangled his hands in Sherlock's hair and pulled a little "You know we are in a hospital?"
"Yes."
"All right." John kissed his lover again and pulled the cover over their head.
Two days later they left the hospital, yes, they, since Sherlock refused to let John alone even for a minute which drove the nurses crazy, and came back to 221B which was now spider free. In fact, thanks to Mycroft's team it was spiders, rats, birds, cats, dogs, cockroaches, intruders, cardboard boxes – name one – , and, as far as they knew, Moriarty's free.
Mrs Hudson welcomed them, she was so relieved John was all right it took them almost half a hour to, gently, get rid of her.
The apartment was the same as ever but Sherlock suspected Mycroft hid microphones here and there. And perhaps a camera or two. Maybe he enjoyed the peak he took at the hospital and wanted more. Sherlock smiled for himself, as far as his imagination could go he just couldn't imagine his brother watching them, alone, in front a TV screen. He grabbed John's arm and pulled him to his chest kissing him passionately, just in case.
"Welcome home." He whispered before licking the doctors lips.
"You're insatiable." John breathed on Sherlock's lips before pushing him until his back softly hit the wall.
"Look who's talking." The tall man smiled.
The heat was seriously rising when suddenly Sherlock's phone ring.
"Hmmm..." He growled on John's neck.
"Maybe you should answer that." The blond haired man said.
The detective pulled out his phone from his pocket and frowned.
"What?" He answered dryly. The person at the other end of the line spoke for a long time. "Thank you." Sherlock answered before hanging up.
"Who was that?" John asked concerned.
"Nobody." The tall man answered cupping John's cheek.
"Sherlock!"
"Sorry. It was one of my contacts at the MI5." John opened his eyes wide. "What? I'm not Mycroft but I have my entries. Anyway, we already know that Moriarty didn't left fingerprints or anything, he is far beyond that." Sherlock smiled bitterly "We tried to trace the origin of the spider, but there is nothing convincing, as for the box...John, there is something more...your allergy..."
"Yes I know, Moriarty has access to my medical records and who knows what else..."
"Exactly..." Sherlock ran his fingers in John's hair "John, Mycroft can hide your sister somewhere."
"This is a good idea, yes...what about Mrs Hudson?"
Sherlock nodded.
And there they were moving their pawns in a defensive way ignoring what was yet to come.