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Sherlock's POV
"Let me get this straight, Sherlock," Mycroft says, staring at me judgingly, "the only person in this world who can stand you left last night? Maybe he just had enough?"
"No, that's not it, Mycroft," I snap. "And here I thought you at least had a little intelligence in that big head of yours."
He looks extremely offended. "Sherlock-"
"He randomly went for a walk last night and then when I found him, he was clearly shaken up about something and insisted that he had to leave, though it didn't look like he really wanted to, understand?" I say.
"Why did he have to leave?" Mycroft asks, sounding bored.
"He said an old acquaintance of his asked for help," I reply swiftly. "However he neglected to mention her name or what she needed help with. So, Mycroft, if you aren't going to use all your obnoxious, but occasionally useful connections, I will go search for John myself, alone, and then you will most likely never see me again, since I have no idea what I will be facing. It could be gang wars, terrorists… you never know. Ah, well, horrible knowing you, Mycroft."
I head towards the door.
"Wait."
I smirk, and turn back. "Yes?"
"Fine, I'll help you find him, but only because I think he has been an, er, good influence on you," Mycroft says.
"Good influence?" I look at him, feigning shock. "Have you met John?"
"Yes, Sherlock, and I don't mean he isn't hostile and scares pretty much every ordinary person away from him, I merely think it helps you to have a sort of… companion. A friend; it might help you a bit with your life-risking tendencies," Mycroft says.
"I don't have friends," I say instantly.
"John Watson may be ordinary, Sherlock, but we both know that what you just said is a lie," he says.
I glare at him.
"I'll get my people on it," Mycroft continues, smirking at me. "We should have something by tomorrow morning. Go home and sleep, Sherlock; we'll find your ordinary pet when the sun is up."
"John is not my pet," I snap defensively, not liking the way he was speaking about my… friend.
Mycroft smirks at me. "Fine, your ordinary friend."
I glare at him, but I say nothing. It is a truth, that I cannot deny.
Jason's POV
I wait on the flight to Hong Kong anxiously, thinking about Sherlock.
He is the first person I have even slightly trusted since dying other than Ducra.
Ducra. God, she's dead. I can't believe she's dead.
Ducra was always so powerful. I never thought the old, immortal woman was even capable of dying.
I remember the first time I met her at the Hundred Acres of All. It's not a place on any map, maybe not even on any world. Both everywhere and nowhere.
I was brought there by Talia Al Ghul after my resurrection, which she still neglects to tell me the reason for.
The monks that intercepted us there were the All Caste, an ancient order of warriors that I eventually became a part of.
The monks stuck their spears in Talia and my faces, guarding Ducra from us. Ha, as if we could do anything to her!
I remember the first thing she said to me…
Flashback.
"My aren't you the puffy little man-child?" the old woman said, sardonic amusement in her voice.
She moved closer, partially calling off her monk warriors.
I immediately got defensive, not liking the fact that she called me man-child, not realizing that eventually it would grow on me up until the point where I miss being called that. "The name is Jas-" I started to defend myself.
"Shush," the old bat cut me off. "Bow before your superior, man-child."
I got down on one knee and patted her on the head. "I might if I ever meet one, but I don't do the whole bowing thing, Grammy."
The look on her face was one of pure outrage at my insolence.
Behind me, Talia warned, "Jason, I wouldn't-"
But it was too late. Ducra flipped me over by the arm, slamming me into the ground, triggering a pressure point and knocking me unconscious."
"Never mind," Talia had said, her voice embarrassed.
Okay, that wasn't my shining moment. Talia was risking a lot by bringing me here. Her father, Ra's Al Ghul, was already pissed that she had tossed me into the Lazarus Pit, and here I was, embarrassing her in front of her friends.
After flipping me, Ducra still held onto my arm for a moment, and she began to speak to my unconscious form. "I've been doing this for three thousand years, and it took you six seconds to torque me off. That has got to be some kind of record.
"You're out cold now," she continued. "Which means you are useless. Defenseless. And mercifully silent."
She stood up. "I can still train you to fight when you are unconscious. I can mold you into the most skilled assassin in the world. All you have to do… is stop being such a yutz."
Ducra turned towards Talia. "Seriously, Talia, what am I supposed to do with that lump of rage?
"Admittedly," Talia said, "Jason is… complicated. He was recently raised from the dead for reasons we may never know. His body eventually healed from its injuries, making it perfectly fine, but his soul was absent, until-"
"Until you tossed him into the Lazarus Pit," Ducra answered for her. "I can smell it on him. I am certain that went over real well with your father."
"He was surprisingly supportive of my choice," Talia said as I began to stir from my place on the floor. "Before he was murdered, Jason had the potential to be a great man. I believe with the proper guidance, that can still be the case. I believe he deserves that chance."
"You're wrong," Ducra said as I began to get up. "He is going to be the death of us. Of many."
"So, no?" Talia asked. "you won't train him in the ways of the All Caste."
"Of course I will," Ducra said. "The thought of leaving him to the rest of the world- of leaving the rest of the world at the mercy of him, is unacceptable."
She was a smart lady, Ducra.
End of flashback.
That was a long time ago.
I gaze out the window, still thinking about how the All Caste changed me, wondering how I am going to deal with finding all of their bodies dead in the Hundred Acres of All.
I should have never left.
Sherlock's POV
"A flight to Hong Kong?" I ask. "You're sure?" What reasons could John have to possibly go to Hong Kong?
"Of course I'm sure, Sherlock," Mycroft snaps.
"Great, I'll be going then," I say, turning to head towards the door.
"Wait, no, I am not letting you go alone," Mycroft says.
"Why not?" I whine. I had hoped Mycroft would just let it slide and let me leave, after all, I am far cleverer than him, even if Mycroft isn't ordinary.
"Because, like you said before, brother dear, you and John against gang wars or whatever this is, is a battle that may just get you killed," he says, "and we both know how that would upset Mummy. So, brother, shall we go to my private jet?"
AN: Well, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. I started it yesterday and finished writing the very end today. I would have gotten it up sooner, but I have been busy going to the gym, writing my novels, and martial arts lessons, but I have it up now. Next we'll be seeing Jason going to Hong Kong to get his weapons before going to the Hundred Acres of All, and Sherlock and Mycroft will be following him there. It may just end chaotically, lol.
Thanks again for reading! :)
-DragonsintheMoonlight