The Curious case of John Watson

Chp 10

Omg, double digits! Who knows why that's important. I sure don't.

There are many things in this world, that if you asked Sherlock Holmes, he would tell you were impossible. Him asking for his brother's help was one of those things. Tonight however, Sherlock didn't give a damn, John was in danger, and that meant using every resource available. Even if they're snobby older brothers. So Sherlock hadn't wasted anytime in dialing up his brother to inform him of the situation, which of course he was already aware of. His agents had been monitoring John's room since he was admitted, and there for were on hand to intercept the man who attacked him. Sherlock wanted to rip him limb from limb, but first he needed answers. Mycroft promised him a few minutes with the man once they'd finished with him. That was fine, Sherlock wanted to look after the two Johns first.

Of course John was still unconscious, but obviously aware. The child was just an extension of John's mind, it just so happened he was suffering from some sort of amnesia. So it was evident Sherlock had to help the child, help him so he can help John. He had to figure this out, what happened on that day. He put it off far too long, and now John was in danger because he couldn't protect himself anymore. That left him with only one option; first, find out who discovered John and what they wanted with him. Second, he had to keep John safe, and that meant keeping John away from these people and uncovering what happened.

He stared through the one sided mirror at the man sitting in the interrogation room. He had dark blonde hair and battered tan skin, what struck Sherlock the most though were his eyes. His eyes were brown, but there was something else, something…off. He didn't like the feeling looking into those eyes gave him. Some how those eyes seemed to look through the glass and right through Sherlock as well. This was a man who had no qualms with killing an innocent man. He would have no problem killing John.

Mycroft stepped in behind Sherlock twirling his umbrella; he took little notice of the politician as he continued to stare into the man's eyes.

"Sherlock."

Sherlock didn't break eye contact.

"Sherlock…John's attacker, his name is Sebastian Moran. He was a lieutenant in the army before being dishonorably discharged, and based on what intelligence I've gathered he is now employed for one James Moriarty. He has refused to speak to anybody but you."

Sherlock moved, finally, to make his way into the room. He ignored what Mycroft was now trying to say, which wasn't hard with how loud the high pitched screech of anger resonating from his mind was. He took several swift steps and burst into the interrogation room full of rage.

"How does he know?"

Sebastian gave an evil smirk and held back a cruel chuckle.

"How. Does. He. Know."

Sherlock annunciated packing as much hate into each syllable as humanly possible. Sebastian composed himself and moved his pitiless eyes so that they bore holes through Sherlock's skull.

"How does he know anything? He just does. He's Moriarty, the greatest there's ever been."

"Cute, I see Jim's got himself a pet then."

Sebastian's face contorted into something monstrous. The man rolled his head around cracking his neck then bringing it back to rest so that he could glare at Sherlock.

"I prefer partner. Besides…we're not here to talk about me. We're here to talk about you, you and your little boyfriend."

Sherlock gritted his teeth; he didn't like this man talking about John. He didn't like it one bit.

"What does he want? To burn me?"

Moriarty had threatened John's life before, at the pool, and a few idle threats over the year, but he'd never acted. Not until now.

"Precisely. You've made it far too easy now, John in a coma…but he's got that freak running about, he's connected to him. Unfortunate, side affects of the explosion and his own personal failings…or at least that's what Jim says."

Sherlock tensed up, Jim had found out too much for his liking. Never mind the how now, all that mattered was knowing what the mad man had planned.

"So, what, he plans to just kill him? Seems a bit boring for him."

Sebastian smiled fondly as if he was proud.

"Yes, well, that's why that isn't his plan. You see, John has got himself a little gift. Something that could be potentially useful once he wakes up. Who knows what he'll be capable of. So, you see, I'm just the messenger."

"What's the message then?"

Sebastian leaned himself closer to Sherlock and locked his eyes on the taller man's with heated intensity.

"He'll be watching, and when John is awake…well there won't be much time for celebration. Jim has plans for the man, he's hiring some specialists…he's going to test him, experiment on him; he's going to figure out as much as he can. Then, once he's taken every ounce of his humanity and harnessed this new ability…he's going to use it against you."

He let a large menacing smile take hold of his face as Sherlock backed towards the door, not being able to take any more.

"He's going to make you choose. You can be killed by the man you love…or you can kill him yourself."

As Sherlock swung the metal door open Sebastian broke out into a sadistic cackle. The door slammed behind him summoning Mycroft from the observation room along with Anthea. He turned towards the two with a furious glare.

"Bring me my riding crop."

He demanded of the woman. Mycroft gave him a stony look before nodding at his assistant. Sherlock waited none too patiently for Anthea to return with his weapon of choice. He planned to send a message of his own. No one, no one, hurts John Watson.

Oh! You know shit is about to get real! Whoa, you can thank Alie for the riding crop idea, nice touch I think.