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Sorry for the long A/N and stuff… anyway, IAmTheMedusa I promise no long hair ;) And I decided that John will be in a gothic mansion with a tower thanks to IAmTheMedusa and The Science Of Seduction. Also, I think after this fic is done I will start on a Cinderella one but don't worry, Rapunzel! John will not be neglected.
The sun was setting and the people of London were getting ready for the fireworks. For 17 years and this being the 18th the people of London set themselves up outside and try to find the best places to catch site of the beautiful fireworks. The Holmes' would always have a party with their closest friends (rich people and important government officials) to celebrate the youngest Holmes's birthday although everyone had given up ever finding him. Still, Mycroft liked to use this day to get lots of important people together and manipulate and threaten them only to grow his own power in the government. But when the fireworks go off Mycroft can't seem to break away from looking at them and think about his baby brother.
Every time the fireworks come his memories rush back to him. The first time Mycroft saw his baby brother was a few hours after Sherlock was born. Mycroft got to hold him. The baby looked had his mummy's black curls and Mycroft couldn't help but smile. After Sherlock was kidnapped he never smiled again.
The fireworks were set up in a field by a large mansion where the party takes place. The fireworks were so extravagant and blown so high in the sky that all of London could see them.
John, in fact, knew the best place to see the fireworks for when he was younger he would take the time to find the best places to see the fireworks and he took as much time as he could knowing he'd come home to a drunken Harry. The best place to see the fireworks was at the party and when he was younger he would always try to sneak in but would always get caught but not this time.
This time John was 18 years old and he had a little money to spare. Sherlock wanted to see the fireworks and John was determined to take his lover to see them, only the best spot would do. He and Sherlock would dress up and sneak in.
"You ready?" John asked looking in a mirror trying to get his hair just right. He wore a suit with a bowtie. Sherlock walked in to the bathroom with his suit and bowtie on.
"Why are we dressing up?" Sherlock asked messing with his bowtie. John looked at the taller boy. He was handsome but his hair needed some work if they were going to try to sneak in to that party.
"Sit down." John ordered motioning to the kitchen. Sherlock sat in one of the chairs as John combed the boy's hair. "We're going to sneak in to a party."
"What for?" Sherlock asked.
"There is a party that happens every year and the fireworks are best seen there," John explained finishing with Sherlock's hair but he didn't get the time to admire his handy work, Sherlock messed his own hair up once it was done.
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It was dark now and everyone started to arrive for the party. There were quite a few people and John made sure he and Sherlock blended in. What John didn't expect was to see police officers around.
"Have you seen this boy?" Sally asked a man and woman heading toward the mansion where the party was to take place. John listed from afar staying close to Sherlock.
"Sorry, no," The woman said.
"Is he dangerous?" The man asked.
"No," Sally said. "He's missing and we believe he may be somewhere in London." John and Sherlock walked toward the garden entrance of where the party was being held.
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Mycroft stood on his balcony looking over all the people gathering around in the large garden. There were tables for people to sit at and other tables with food and drinks and classical music was being played by a fancy band. The people below were socializing, laughing, smiling, and Mycroft sighed a bored sigh at the sight. He made his way down to the garden knowing he should greet his guests. He stepped outside and watched as people went in to the garden, he was about to do the same but was stopped.
"Excuse me," Lestrade said. "Have you seen this boy?" He held up a picture. Mycroft glanced at it and gave a simple 'no'. He recognized the boy from the news, something about being missing. He didn't give it to much thought, he had a party to attend. Lestrade went on his way asking other people about the missing boy, John Watson.
Sherlock and John got to the garden's gate. Sherlock noticed the DI from the bank and moved his body to hide John's. Lestrade didn't seem to notice them anyway.
"And you are?" The entrance guard asked. John hadn't anticipated there would be guards, he had to think quickly.
"Don't you know who this is?" Sherlock asked in a loud voice as if insulted. People around started to stare making the guard feel self-conscious.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't recognize you," The guard said embarrassed.
"I should say so!" John shouted going along with it. The two were let in without another word. They went to a far corner away from the guard and started to laugh.
"I was no expecting that," John said still giggling. Sherlock smiled at John and was about to say something but was interrupted.
"Quiet down everyone!" A tall man in a suit said through a microphone on a small stage. "Tonight is the 18th anniversary of my brother's birth. As you know I give this speech every year but this year I won't bore you." The crowd laughed a little. "Enjoy the food, the drinks, and-" An explosion of a fireworks blasted over their heads with the brilliant color of red. "-the fireworks in honor of my brother," The man said and then put the microphone down and walked off disappearing in to the building.
Mycroft walked back up to his room and on to his balcony and looked up at the fireworks' brilliant colors.
Sherlock watched in awe at how close and beautiful they were. It was defiantly a better sight than at the tower. John looked back and forth at the fireworks and Sherlock not sure which was more beautiful.
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"Now," Moriarty said in to his phone and then put it away. He watched Sherlock and John from afar. Sherlock was so distracted by the fireworks that he didn't notice the two men grabbing John. The blonde had no time to scream, his mouth was covered.
The fireworks carried on for twenty minutes and the grandfinally was so amazingly bright it lit up the sky brightly enough to make it seem like day. Everyone clapped and celebrated. Sherlock turned to look at John whom was absent. He noticed a slip of paper sticking out of his pocket that he hadn't had before and he took it out. It read:
Sherlock,
My deal with you is done. I'm back home, you saw the fireworks, and now we both need to go back to our old lives. We're so different; it would have never worked out between us. I had fun with you while it lasted
but now I need to get on with my life and you need to get back to your father.
John Watson
Sherlock frowned at the note and rolled his eyes. It was obviously not from John, it was obviously written by a woman. He stood there for only a second after deducing the note then twirled around looking for his lover. He began to panic. He looked at the ground looking for clues but there were none.
"John!" Sherlock shouted out. The people around him stopped to stare but dark haired boy ignored them and ran toward the exit.
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Mycroft watched as the fireworks ended and then made his way down to the garden as he walked in, someone ran in to him. They both staggered back.
"Excuse me," Mycroft said angrily brushing himself off. He looked at the boy in front of him who looked angry and worried. This boy seemed familiar.
Sherlock tried walking past the man he ran in to but was stopped. The man had ahold of his arm.
"Sorry, have we met before?" Mycroft asked looking closely at the boy he had ahold of.
"No," Sherlock said snatching his arm away and running off. Mycroft watched as the boy ran off. He couldn't help think there was something familiar about that boy like he should know him. He shrugged and walked toward the party deciding that it would be a waste of time to wonder about such strange things.
Sorry this chapter is short, this fic is probably going to end soon… it seems to be nearing the end….
Thanks to all your wonderful reviews I was inspired to write MORE!