Bringing Daylight Back
Chapter 19
John felt a warm flutter in his heart, but turned to ice as he saw James reading the screen, with an angry look on his face.
Sherlock tossed and turned in his bed. He hadn't heard back from John. Sherlock really hoped that it was from John's phone battery. He hoped that John hadn't changed his mind during his absence that day. The last text that Sherlock received from John was this morning, and John said that he would call or text Sherlock later.
John said that he had loved Sherlock. Sherlock deduced that John has been with James, he just didn't know how far it has gotten. If he finds out that James even slightly touched John in the wrong way, he would kill James.
Sherlock jumped out of his bed, and looked at the closed door. He wanted to know what John was doing, now. Sherlock zoomed out the door and down the stairs. He would go to Mycroft for help, just because Mycroft said he would in this situation.
Sherlock pulled out his phone and looked around. All he could see were couples hand in hand walking about. Sherlock spied for his brother and Greg when he saw it. It was John. HIS John strapped to a chair with a gun pointed at his head.
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~Three hours earlier~
John opened his mouth to explain the last text but James cut him off with a hand.
"Johnny, I don't need you to explain. I know you still love him, but you just don't realize that he used you. He is probably born and still wants to use you. You were only an experiment. I could make you so much more", James paused and looked at John with his bottomless eyes.
"What do you mean when you say that he used me? I believe him when he says that he loves me. I trust his judgment more that I trust you're…anything"! John said and winced at his sudden outburst.
James was surprised. He had ceased to make the blond angry, he decided of how he would punish John.
"You see John, your mine. You're my pet and I can do anything I want to and you have no say whatsoever. There are a lot of people who would love to kill me, including Shirley.
"They will try to go after my weakness. Johnny you are my world. I am not going to lose to anybody when it comes to you, even if I'm dead, because if I can't have you, nobody will! If I have to die, I'm dragging you down with me because I love you so much! You have no idea how sentiment works, and neither does Shirley. You will stay with me, if you ever have to choose, you will choose me. If you disobey, everybody will die! Sarah, Ms. Hudson, Sherlock and Gregory will be shot by my many snipers. But you…Oh Johnny you will be my bodyguard. You will be with me all hours of the day. Comprendo"?
John looked at James with huge eyes. He couldn't be serious. First it was possessiveness, and then it was creepiness, and now its blackmail. John wasn't going too even ask Moriarty as to how he knew Sarah. So John just merely nodded, not trusting his voice.
James took John's arm roughly and hugged him lovingly, and then dragged him to the dark car up ahead. James then talked to driver in some different language. The large man nodded and started to drive off into the dark.
John had forgotten that he told Sherlock that he would talk to him later, so he felt around for his phone. His phone wasn't on him. John mentally cursed himself for being so stupid. John chuckled silently as he wondered about what Sherlock would say about John being so wreck less. James probably pick pocketed him when he got his goodbye hug.
"Oi, stop you're jabbering! You have no idea what I had been through today. But do you, being the pipsqueak you are, want to know what
I did? I outsmarted Moriarty! We aren't on our way to your new posh school; we are on the way back to Eton! Do you know why? Well we are planning to kill Jim Moriarty", the driver said in loud whispers, spit flying everywhere.
John wondered why the driver said 'Jim' instead of James. John decided that he would ask James later. But what John did know was that if what the driver said was true, that Jim would die, John just knew that James would drag John down with him.
Present Time
John was currently waiting for James to arrive to either rescue him of put him out of his misery. John was yet bound to a chair with a gag around his mouth. He could feel the pressure of a blunt object, but John was training to be in the army; it wasn't that hard to detect it was a gun.
John heard footsteps and truthfully hoped it was Mycroft. Mycroft was the only (somewhat) sane person in his world, except for Greg. John trusted the judgment of the elder Holmes', and wou-…the force from the painful pressure from the gun tugged John out of thought.
"What are you doing here? And why do you have one of the students tied to a chair at gunpoint"? John would recognize the voice anywhere.
James bloody Moriarty
"Er, are you Moriarty? A'cause I need to meet a Jim Moriarty here. Who are you"? The thug holding the gun asked idiotically.
"My name is James, but my business name is Jim", James said as he tilted his head to the right and finished with a grin and a giggle.
"My name is Jim Moriarty, you threatened my John, prepare to die", James said as a gun went off, and the thug fell to the ground with a thud.
John leaped out of the chair and into James's arms as he laughed in joy. John just didn't recognize Sherlock's gasp of surprise.
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