The Soldier Who Carried On

by The Consulting Panda

It's been a month after Sherlock jumped and John is getting on with life the best he can. But when a killer comes to town demanding Sherlock to come after him, John and Lestrade must hire an actor to play the part of Sherlock. But when Sebastian Moran crosses paths with their criminal, Sherlock and John just might cross paths as well. (Guest appearances from the Homeless network!)

25. Times Up

The drug had just about run its full course and John could feel his entire body coming back into control. With his vision finally cleared, John gave the room a quick scan over. Although most areas in the library were opened up and had plenty of windows or were door less, the room that Moran had chosen was closed off in a the back area. There were only two exits, a door and a window. The only other objects in the room were the two bookcases that were covering the two opposite walls, two long tables that were side-by-side and four chairs, two on either side of the tables.

There were also two poles in the room that went from the floor to the ceiling. These, John concluded in his newly sober mind, were support beams. Moran sat in one of the chairs flipping ideally through a book looking bored. John experimentally tugged at his restrains on his wrists and ankles. Both were securely fastened to the beams.

John looked up as Moran got up and went over to the window. He suddenly became interested in whatever was going on outside because he threw the book clear across the room. "Looks like Holmes finally figured out where the last bomb was. Ha, ha, trying to be all heroic he is. Sending his little DI and sergeant away. Oh well, it has been fun, don't you agree Holmes?"

Moran turned on spot and whipped out a remote control and smiled at Sherlock who was standing in the doorway. "I've been away for months now trying to make sure it was safe for me to return home. I've spend the last few weeks dodging my friends, risking both mine and their lives and now scavenging a library for bombs. I don't believe you quite understand what I consider 'fun'."

"True, I was never really interested in you; boss always the one who was so obsessed. I just shot the people he disliked. Now though, you've taken him away from me and all I'm left with is his last order. This, just happens to be 'kill John Watson if Sherlock lives'. You're alive, which means I have to kill John Watson."

"So if that's all, what's with all the bombs- Oh, I see. Moriarty wasn't just your boss. Hmm...Never took him for the type...But then again-"

"Times up."

*Click*