Chapter 7
Two years and four months later…
John sighed and leaned against Mary. He knew Mycroft was lying to him. He knew that Sherlock was still alive. He had been seeing visions. He didn't know what he felt about it. However, in order to keep Sherlock alive, John had to keep it a secret. John also knew that Moriarty was still alive, but he didn't know when he would show. Apollo was making the future foggy.
He also didn't know what to think of the fact that Sherlock would let him grieve like that. Sherlock intended for John to be kept in the dark. So, John had every intention to showing Sherlock how displeased he was about that. He held Mary's hand as he gazed at the empty grave with Sherlock's headstone.
Later that month, in a coffee shop somewhere in London…
Greg sighed. John finally had told him everything about what happened two years ago. Jim gave himself over so John wouldn't get tortured. John spouted a prophecy phrase, practically screaming at Moriarty that he had foresight.
"You're an idiot."
John sighed and leaned back. "I had to give him a heads up. That's what saved his life. In return, he promised not to kill Sherlock right then and there on the roof. He knew Sherlock would sneak his way out of killing himself. This way both of them escaped with their lives. Jim's rep is still intact and our secrets are safe. Mycroft has stopped hounding me so much, now that he is dead. It's perfect."
Rubbing a hand through his hair, Greg sighed. "And then what? Jim is still alive? He's going to be after you even more from now on. How far in can you usually see?"
John shrugged. "The deepest I can delve is around five years."
Greg almost fell off his chair. "And you say that Sherlock's coming back today?"
John nodded. "It's a high chance that he'll meet me first. I'm going to have to act shocked, angry, furious, and traces of happy. It won't be that a hard job." He smirked.
"How did Jim survive?" Greg knew that John, with his insight, could manipulate the future into doing what he wanted.
For example, if he were to punch Mycroft that would send others to act accordingly and a domino effect would occur. The end result would be Anthea getting killed by a truck.
However, if John simply shook Mycroft's hand, then Anthea would live to text another day.
John stared dazedly out across the street. "He lived because of magic."
Greg laughed. "There's not much you can do for someone who's dead. No one's ripped a soul out of Hades' hands."
John nodded slowly, unless you find out the concoction that Leo Valdez made to bring oneself back to life…"
Greg spat his coffee out.
Their phones chimed.
Jonny Boy, you were always my favorite. Clever little Jonny. *wink JM
Greg couldn't help a smile from forming on his face.
John sighed and smirked. "I knew it. There were roughly five different ways he could have done it."
Greg stared at John. "You do realize that, once Jim does his obviously dramatic, unavoidable unveiling, Mycroft is going to put you in solitary."
John nodded. His face was strained. "I also know that all hell will break loose once I marry Mary."
Greg frowned. "What's wrong with Mary?"
"She's not who she seems. Assassin or something like it. Dad has been blocking my visions, but he finally took pity and told me. I think he was thinking that I would break up with her." John chuckled. "He's quite furious that I plan to go through with it."
Greg stared at him. "Why?!"
Both men glanced around. That had been louder than necessary.
John shrugged. "Because she was telling the truth about her loving me. She loves me, Greg. She's fled from her past and is willing to settle down with me. She wants children. She wants a normal life." John snorted. "Well, she won't get a normal life once Sherlock and Moriarty come back, but whatever."
The older man sighed and shook his head. "You always did like the dangerous ones."
John smirked. "Yes, I don't know why." John took a sip of his coffee and smiled almost darkly at Greg. "Possibly, because I have a darkness in me too." Greg stared at him. John raised his hands. "What?! We all do!"
With a sigh, Greg agreed. "So, what's next?"
"You'll be walking home when you see him. I'll be on a date." He smirked. "Mary will try and persuade me into thinking he's worth being my friend again."
Greg nodded. "Well, everything's going to exactly the same except with Mary in the loop. By the way, does she know?"
John laughed grimly. "No. Of course not."
Greg frowned. "Do you love her?"
John gave him a look. "More than anyone else in my world." John pulled out his phone.
Heads up, Jonny Boy. Mycroft is heading your way. He wants to discuss some things with you. Probably about me. Again. What does that boy do in his spare time? ; ) JM
John showed Greg the text. The older man started cussing up a storm.
"What does he want now?!"
John shrugged. "Tea and cakes?"
Greg snickered. John quickly got another coffee and settled down to wait.