Bringing Daylight Back

Chapter 9

John opened the door to his dorm-room, when he saw James Moriarty sitting in the chair in front of the cheep desk, with another wicked smile on his face.

John instantly froze. He really had not been expecting James right now, besides, he had his first rugby practice, and he really didn't want this kind of distraction.

Moriarty gleamed, like he was happy with the reaction that he got from John. "Don't worry John, I would hate for you to be scared of me, I care about you. I want to be your friend, but Sherlock has plans for you. Sherlock thinks of you as a distraction. He also thinks that he can own you, but he can't. Nobody has ownership on you, that property is what makes you John Hamish Watson. John, you have so much potential; don't waste it with the likes of Sherlock Holmes. If you come with me, we could own the world. You are smart, brave and very loyal. I have brains, and undying good looks. But it's not like you aren't attractive, because you are, o-oh Johnnyboy you are. Come with me, because I can tell that you want to. That little part of you that craves for adrenaline; you can be with me, work for me, and have trust in me. I won't stop fighting for you Johnnyboy, never".

Then James just left. John didn't move for about five minutes. He had no idea what that was about, or what the true meaning about his visit was. 'Why was James saying that Sherlock was possessive over me, he probably thinks of me as a pet'. John was lost in thought about what to do with all these questions in his head.

'What was James offering? Was he offering a romantic relationship? I'm not even gay', but john thought back to how he thought Sherlock and Cason; and about how attractive they were. John never had thoughts like that. He never had any interest in boys; the blond never thought for a second that he was gay. It's not like he had a problem with it, his sister was gay, but what would have happened if his parents lived to find out? John wondered if they would have been disappointed in him.

John decided to ignore that question for now, because he was going to go play rugby with his new team who accepted John for who he was. He wondered if they would have a problem if John 'per say' was gay.

He got ready for rugby practice not knowing what to expect, yet again. He had on his white athletic shorts on, his black tank top on that will be under his jersey (when he got one).

John walked out of his room, making sure that he locks the door, because he knew it would give him at least a little comfort.

John spotted Finlan instantly, it's kind of hard not to. He had on his grey practice jersey on, and black athletic shorts on. His blond hair was tossed and he just smiled at John, not noticing John's stare.

"Finlan, practice still on", because John really hoped it was.

"Hey Watson, I hope you're ready for practice, because it looks like you are", Finlan said with a dazzling smile towards John in response. Finlan looked at John up and down, and smiled at John yet again.

John grinned cheek-to-cheek; Finlan had no idea how ready John really was. John looked like a child on Christmas morning.

So instead John simply said "you have no idea".

Finlan and John walked out together, as if they were best friends already. They were given weird looks. But when John spotted Sherlock, Sherlock's face had shown jealousy. 'So Sherlock was possessive over him', John thought. He really didn't want to deal with Sherlock right now, because he was with Finlan.

John walked beside Finlan until they reached the field. The field was a bright green, and was in front of the main hall. Finlan stopped and called the boys' to come over and meet John. When all of the sweaty boys were around Finlan and John, Finlan started to talk in the smooth voice of his.

"This is John Watson, call him Watson", Finlan said with a grin towards John.

"He is going to be on our team, he is new, and really good. Be nice to him, I like this one", Finlan said with a glance at John. John could feel himself blushing at Finlan's last comment. 'What was that supposed to mean', John said to himself. The boy's huddled around John started to whisper. Then John started to talk, all eyes on him.

"Well, I hope to learn all of your names before next practice, and I can't wait to get on the field with you guys. I have no problem with practice times or anything so, let me know", John said smiling up at Finlan, and Finlan smiled back at John.

"Alright boys get back to practice, we have a game Friday"! Finlan eagerly exclaimed.

John looked around as his teammates went back to the middle of the field, then John turned to look at Finlan. Finlan was staring directly into John's blue eyes with his green ones. Then Finlan started to say "Watson, your jersey is up in my dorm, I'll go get it, in the meanwhile, watch the boys to make sure that they are doing what they should be doing, they should be working their butts off, if you were wondering", Finlan said with a cheeky smile.

"John watched Finlan leave with a grin on his face. He was truly confused right now. 'What was up with the boys at this school'? John whispered to himself. So then he turned and watched the boys practice.

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By the time Finlan got back practice was over and John was sitting on a branch under the tree in front of the field. The sun was setting and John thought about how beautiful it was.

Finlan walked around the bench to John, and sat right next to him. John looked to his right and looked at Cason's emerald eyes. 'He really is beautiful' John thought as Cason looked at John. John's blue eyes were lit by the sunset. John looked back as the sunset, and then looked up at the color-changing sky.

"John"? John turned around to see who called his name. It was Sherlock.

"Sherlock, what are you doing here"? John said with his eyebrows furrowed.

"John, there's been a accident, it's about Harry", Sherlock said, not noticing Cason.

John's face paled instantly, Harry was all that John had left.

"W-what happened"? John whispered barley audible.

"She was drunk driving and killed a pedestrian, and drove into a light pole; I'm so sorry John, but Harry got hurt in the wreck, and she is in a deep coma". Sherlock looked at John and noted that John was expressionless. John himself couldn't believe it. The bottle killed his parents, and will very likely take Harry from him too. But what was bothering John even more was that he broke his promise to Harry. He went to great lengths to protect her, and yet he failed her in the end.

"John"? Finlan looked up to John's expressionless face and noticed a single tear slowly slide down his face.

Sherlock froze instantly as his words died in his throat. 'What was John doing with Cason Finlan'? Sherlock thought, part of Sherlock didn't want to know. 'Did Cason tell John yet? What would John think of him if he did? Would John be repelled by him'?

Sherlock was brought back to reality when he noticed John stride away, as if he were angry. Cason called after John, and actually started to chase John, but John just broke into a full-out sprint across the field and over to the graveled train along the lake. Sherlock heard talking, but couldn't see what was going on due to all the trees. After about five minutes of standing there like a idiot, Sherlock decided to see what was going on.

Sherlock himself jogged over to see what was happening, but all that he saw was John, HIS John Watson kissing Cason Finlan.

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