Hello My lovelies!
ok so since chapter Six went live work has been killing me, and I got myself a fella!
yup little old me got a Bloke, so I'm happy about that!
went away for this past weekend with said guy who is adorable….
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Eherm right ignore that lovely service announcement there, anyway here is chapter seven.
Shout-outs go to…
the one the only… OperaGoose! while I now have a fella, the dear OG has a really special place in my heart, she has been my wife through the good and the bad and so I adore her.
This chapter is dedicated to my lovely fella… he doesn't read Fanfic but thanks to him taking me away this weekend just gone I have all the inspiration I need for this chapter.
Dedication in this chapter goes to the lovely Tabitha, This is her chapter, her Christmas Present (my lovely cousin just to clear it up! ok…)
Chapter Seven. The One Left Behind.
Seb turned over in the comfortable bed, i wasn't his own and he could feel his muscles ache and throb from the previous evening, Oh yes, James Moriarty had been more than pleased with John's little cage. He shifted to the edge of the bed and tried to get out of the bed without it tipping or buckling too much and awaking the other sleeping body.
Taking a look around he realised they weren't in his boss' private suite of rooms that he had on standby at one of the many hotels that owed Jim Moriarty either their livelihood or their lives.
So that left either a safe-house or heaven forbid Jim's own home.
If it was the Safe-house then Seb was fine with it, Jim's own private space however, Seb had heard that people had been re-located shortly after taking liberties like this.
But Jim had been happy with him. Obviously, so Maybe that encompassed bringing him into his own personal space.
Jim had told him that not only had Sherlock's relationship crashed and burnt but so had his fat brothers.
That had saddened Seb, Sure Sherlock and by default John should be broken up at all costs but Mycroft Holmes Pillar of the Government he had nothing to do with it and from all the surveillance Seb and some of his informants had been running on Sherlock Greg Lestrade was a pretty decent guy as guys went.
Sherlock tried and failed to stop staring at his phone. He had moved it to a number of different places in the flat, such as the bottom of the bin, the Oven, on top of the Potted and wilting plant, under the sofa, in his back pocket, but nope here it was once more in his hand, being stared at.
'… I think he want's to be distracted' Sherlock muttered
'Well I hope you'll be very happy together!' John raged catching Sherlock off guard.
'..Sorry What?' and here he was yet again trying to make sense of his wonderfully annoying man that had come into his life.
'There are lives at stake Sherlock, Actual human Lives… Just so I know do you care about that at all?' John hadn't begun to pace, Sherlock ticked this off as a bad sign, pacing meant that things were ok, not pacing meant.. well it meant the latter. it meant that things were very much not ok
'Would caring about them help save them?' he retorted and goodness but he couldn't seem to say anything remotely clever or witty at the moment could he?
'No' John replied seemingly knowing where the conversation was going.
'Then I'll continue not to make that mistake' Sherlock snapped.
'And you find that easy do you?'
What did John want him to say… 'Yes very, is that news to you?'
'No… No' Ah not that obviously, that had been the wrong thing to say…
I've disappointed you…'
'It's good… It's a good deduction.. Yes'
Oh dear what did he say to make this alright…. what in goodness did he say to make this better? and there he had it… a perfect end to this silly argument.
'Don't make people into heros John, Heros don't exist and if they did I wouldn't be one of them.'
He watched John storm out wondering what he had said.
He was sitting in the same dejected way now as he had done then, what was the point. Without John what was he? A sociopath, possibly borderline psychopath too.
This was not helping, he needed work, he needed problems anything to stop his brain from stagnating over John Watson.
He grabbed the rather dog eared map from under John's chair and spread it out on the floor.
he took out some of Mrs Hudson's pins that he had borrowed at the start of the week and added them to different places on the map, before pouring over it once again.
Moriarty was constantly on the move, maybe it was better that John wasn't here, John would hold him up, John would question him about morality and peoples lives when all He was trying to do was make John's life safer, An idiot could see that, did that make John smart… He'd not thought of that. Never mind he didn't have time for this now. he was closing in on Moriarty, the sooner he was gone the sooner he would get John back.
John paced the house until the doorbell rang.
Had Seb been expecting guests?
He opened the front door hesitantly, to see Mary standing there
"Mary, what.. What are you doing here?"
"I'm Mr and Mrs Moran's cleaner, did they not tell you, my but what a small world it is. John Watson as I live and breath, Well are you going to leave me standing here all morning or are you going to let me in to do my job?"
"Of course, yes come in…" John replied.
Once Mary had made them both coffee, she insisted, they sat at the breakfast bar and talked.
"So how are you and your bloke getting on?" She asked sipping the steaming liquid in her mug.
"We're… we're taking a break." John replied quietly.
"Oh I'm ever so sorry to hear that" She replied handing him a plate of biscuits.
"Yeah things just got away from us really.." John sighed before continuing.
"What am i saying things didn't get away from us, Things got away from him and suddenly I didn't figure in the plans of the Great Sherlock Holmes anymore."
"Thats terrible John. Still maybe you are better off away from it eh? After all from what I hear from Seb you got quite hurt after you left Scotland, all because you went back to Sherlock, I mean what sort of a partner lets you get hurt?"
"He didn't let me get hurt, He tried to stop me but he wasn't quick enough and then i got shot, It's not like he makes a fact of putting me in harms way"
Mary smiled sadly.
"I wasn't talking about that John"
"Then what did… Oh, right" He grinned sheepishly.
"Sounds from Seb like this partner of yours is a workaholic"
"You speak to your boss a lot don't you?" John asked sipping his drink
She shrugged. "In a house like this where things are already so tidy what else can I do?"
"You could always go and look at Sherlock's flat" John joked and then wondered why he had called it Sherlock's and not theirs, He had always called it theirs.
He heard Mary clear her throat and realised that he'd been silent for too long.
"so When did you move down?"
She smiled "A six month ago, Scotland was looking a bit bleak prospect-wise, I don't know maybe I'd had my head turned."
"Mary..Please don't take this the wrong way…"
"No John I don't" She cut across him rendering him speechless "Your just getting over a relationship, i'm not that naive to think that you'd jump ship just to jump to mine."
He smiled at her.
"Not saying that the idea of you jumping to my ship isn't a lovely idea, but it's not the right time for you"
"Mary please…" John put his mug down on the table and looked at it for a moment
"Shutting up now" She replied quickly before taking a gulp of her coffee.
He smiled, the first honest one in quite a while. "How about we just start with the coffee yeah, just coffee, maybe next week I could invite you out to dinner or a film"
"I could decline, say that i have to go and look after my sisters son's little… Jack russell?"
John laughed for the first time in a long while "your nephew has a dog… didn't know you had a nephew"
He had him, Moriarty may be smart but Sherlock was just one step ahead of him, and now John was not here, not a distraction there was no-one stopping him from putting an end to this once and for all.
His phone vibrated and he tripped over his legs in an effort to grab the vibrating object. How long had he been sitting on the floor, his feet had that tingly sensation only attributed to lack of blood flow that one would get if you sat for too long, John would not have let him sit for that long Where was John? Oh yes he had gone to house sit, He would be back sooner or later.
"Lestrade"
"Do I even need to say it?"
"I can't I've got something else on, look for the person at the scene with chalk dust on the sole of his right boot and pine resin under his left finger nails"
"You won't come?"
"No I'm busy"
"Sherlock I heard about You and John"
"Yes it's lovely that he wants to help a friend out but really not a good time to go and do so"
"Sherlock you know that's not what I meant."
Sherlock guessed that Greg would be pacing around either the office, his flat or Mycroft's palatial apartment.
"I really am too busy for this you know Greg"
"Ok well Thank you for your time and I am sorry to hear about the Break up"
And then Greg hung up, Sherlock stared at his phone for a while before flinging it to the corner of the room.
"What Break up?" He muttered to himself, before going back to the map. This was all that mattered. He resumed his seat on the floor cross legged and poured over the maps.
Two days later saw John asked to A crime scene, Greg stated that he needed a coroner and they had none spare.
John being John agreed to go.
"Which idiotic coroner have you got fro me this time Lestrade?" John heard Sherlock say.
"Umm" began Lestrade.
"It's fine Greg" John muttered "This is the idiotic Coroner that the Met have for you, that ok?"
John wasn't sure what to expect but what followed was something that ripped his already unsteady heart into little pieces.
"Right well if you'd like to come and give a time of death you can be on your way. I'm sure you have better things to do than come and look at dead bodies."
"Yes well you've probably been having Mycroft follow me to find out what I've been up to haven't you so why bother asking me a rhetorical question when you know the answer"
Greg raised an eyebrow this was not what he had planned.
John followed Sherlock to the victim, he was in his late forties
"Don't know what you need me here for cause of death is obvious, he was stabbed." John said surveying the corpse quickly
"I'll be on my way then." he continued
"John…" it was somewhere between a sigh and a groan of pain
"Sherlock" he answered.
"You're with Mary now then"
John knew it wasn't a question so he didn't reply.
"Mycroft has been following me?"
Sherlock nodded "More for your own safety than anything else" he blustered his feelings away.
"Of course"
"And because Lestrade told him to"
"How are they?"
"Not together any more, I don't pry into my brothers romantic affairs, but they're not together, Lestrade no longer smells of Mycroft's cologne which I have to say is an improvement"
John couldn't help the laugh that burst from him.
Sherlock's lips twitched in what John wanted to call an almost smile.
"And you, what are you up to?" John asked him in a casual way, hoping to mask his concern.
"We both know the answer to that John, it was a silly question but I'll thank you for asking nonetheless."
"you're welcome…" John replied almost a week away from Sherlock and he was already finding it difficult to understand the man's hidden meanings.
Before he knew it there were thin elegant fingers on his cheek
"I text you you know, every day for the first two days, when you didn't respond and Mycroft told me of your meetings with Mary I realised why you hadn't replied."
John opened and closed his mouth, he had never got any texts over the past week from Sherlock or anyone baring the one today from Greg.
"It's fine though, I'm happy for you… Mycroft told me that's what one says to ex lovers."
"Your… I'm sorry what… Ex lovers? when did we go from being together to being ex lovers? Did I miss something?"
"No I thought you had made your choice when you moved out."
"I didn't move out Sherlock I text you and told you I was going to house sit... Thats not moving out, I thought you didn't want me at Baker Street anymore and I never got any texts from you so I presumed that you'd gone into your 'must hunt Moriarty' phase again"
"What? I sent you numerous texts telling you that I missed you, I even sent you one about the fact We were out of milk and you usually bring that home with you."
"I didn't come home"
"I know I've been there for the past week, Please come back John someone has to dispose of the intestines in the bathtub and you know full well that Mrs Hudson won't and I have no patience for that sort of thing."
John smiled, that had never sounded like a more welcome offer.
"Ok"
"Ok?" Sherlock Parroted.
"Ok I'll come home, but things will have to change."
A/N and thats where I'm leaving this chapter huge thanks to all of you still reading, maybe in the next chapter there will be some lightness but maybe not as I had an awesome idea that hit me from something I went through last night *22/04/12* so we shall see.
thank you for reading and stay tuned because Faefae is back, not sure how often I'll be posting but I haven't forgotten bout you all or this story!