Hey guys. I know, another long wait. This one felt a bit rushed but I wanted to get it out. I'm sorry if you don't like it. See ya.
Sherlock moved to the living room with a blank face. Does John not think he's been through crap? He proposed to the one and only man he has loved and he said no. Flat out said no. Why would he do that? They were ready. That was the most stupid thing he heard in years. He only wanted to make it official.
He sat down and stared at his feet. He felt the sofa sink next to him and he looked up to see his mother. "He's not coming down is he?" she asked.
"He's feeling sick again," Sherlock said mechanically. "I'll bring up any gifts he has."
"Now I find that hard to believe," Cecilia said. She crossed her arms and sighed. "I know you two are fighting. I won't get in the middle but I want you to look on his side of things. I know that might not be the best thing for you; you probably don't want to even think about him. He still loves you."
Sherlock curled his hands into fists. "I know mother," he said through clenched teeth. "Why don't you look at it from my view now? He's basically throwing me away. I don't want to see him again."
"That's not true," Cecilia said. She gently laid her hand on Sherlock's arm. "Sherlock, sweetie, you two are made for each other. You're always going to be showing up in each other's lives even if you try to forget about each other. Do you want to throw away such a good relationship because of a simple word?"
"A simple word that said it all," Sherlock muttered. "Mother, please leave me be." He kept his mouth shut and ignored any more comments from that point on.
X
Sherlock spent the night in the living room, not wanting to be near John just yet. But they were leaving so he was going to have to talk to him, see him again. He jogged up the steps at six in the morning and saw John curled up in a tight on his bed. Anger was building up inside of him alongside hurt. He picked up their suitcase and chucked it against the bed. "Up," he growled.
He watched John sit up straight, a line of sweat on his body. He was having a nightmare. "What's going on?" John asked, hands clinging to the sheets.
Sherlock swallowed hard. "We're leaving," he told him. "Get out of bed and dressed."
John nodded and did as he was told. "What time is it? Did I sleep late?" he questioned.
"No, we're leaving before anyone gets up," Sherlock said. He grabbed some clothes and threw them at John. "There's no need for us to stay longer. Now get dressed."
John jumped up from the bed, giving Sherlock a timid look. "There's no need to be forceful," he whispered, slowly getting dressed. "I said I was sorry, we should be able to get through this but apparently you don't want to. If you just want to break up with me you can just say so."
Sherlock rolled his eyes but didn't say anything further. Of course he didn't want to break up with John. He wasn't sure what he wanted now. He shouldn't let on that he was thinking that he should cool down. He shook his head. No, he wasn't going to cool down. John deserved what he was getting. He grabbed his bag and went to the door. "There's a cab waiting outside," he said over his shoulder and went outside.
He climbed into the cab and waited for John. He looked up at the door and saw it open, John came limping out. He swallowed and looked away. There was no need to feel bad for him.
John slipped in next to him and kept close to the door. "Let's go," he mumbled. Sherlock nodded to the driver and watched John quietly. "What? Thinking of what else you can do to me? Going to throw something else?"
Sherlock cleared his throat and looked away. He shut his eyes and took in a few deep breaths. "John, they were just clothes," he mumbled. "You've been hit with worse."
"Not by you," John said. "I don't want you to get like this. Like I said if you want to break up just say so. I will move out, you can get the flat and it'll be like we never met again."
Sherlock could hear John's voice shaking. He really didn't mean anything that he was saying. Of course John didn't want to break up. "That'll just make things worse John," he said. "We don't want to make things worse. Let's just drop it for now." They rode home in complete silence after that.
X
Weeks had passed. Things weren't getting better. They would fight then not talk to each other for days. John even started sleeping in the other room.
Sherlock didn't even try to talk to John properly. He stopped asking him to join him on cases, he was only a distraction.
He didn't see John so much he wouldn't be surprised if he was dating someone else now. Sherlock tried to tell himself that he wouldn't care if he was or not. John was a grown man with needs that Sherlock was not fulfilling and it was as if they weren't together anymore.
One day though, when the two were both home and ignoring each other the doorbell rang. Sherlock's head shot up and he looked towards John. "Client," he said. He pulled off his goggles and went downstairs, letting in a frantic young lady with a small boy in his arms.
"Mr. Holmes, you need to help us," the woman said. "Something happened and I can't go to the police."
Sherlock nodded and ushered her and the boy upstairs. "Tell me what's wrong," he said, already figuring out bits and pieces of the problem.
"I was playing with Zachery when I heard yells coming from the floor below," she said. "I went to go check and Mrs. Bloo and Mr. Bloo were being attacked. I ran upstairs as fast as I could and got Zachery. We escaped down the fire escape and we came here."
Sherlock nodded. "And you're the nanny?" he asked. "What's your name?"
"Mary," she told him, sitting Zachery on her lap. "I work for the Bloo's, keeping an eye on Zachery. I know that Mr. Bloo is in with some bad people."
Sherlock nodded. "What do you expect me to do?" he asked.
"Find their killers," Mary said. "Keep us safe."
"I'm not the police, all I have is myself," Sherlock said. "I can't go after people and keep you safe."
"I can help," John said, stepping in with tea.
Sherlock looked up at him. "How?" he asked.
"Well, what kind of protection are you looking for?" John asked.
Mary looked up at him. "I know they're after us," she said. "We need to get out of the city, maybe even out of the country."
"That will be perfect," John said, looking at Sherlock. "I can take them out of the country and keep them safe while you work here."
Sherlock stared at him then at Mary who was still looking at John. "Okay," he said. "First thing first you need to tell me more about the people your employer was involved with."
"I don't know too much about them," Mary said. "But they were always around, looking for money."
Sherlock nodded. "That doesn't narrow anything down," he mumbled. "I can get police files on all the gangs and mob groups. Do you remember what any of the people look like?"
"One of the guys had dark skin, longish hair," Mary said. "I don't remember. I just wanted to make sure Zachery was okay and get him out of there as fast as I could."
Sherlock nodded. "Yes, of course," he murmured. He stood up and went into the kitchen. "John, come here."
John nodded towards Mary before going to the kitchen. "Yeah?" he asked.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Sherlock asked. She didn't like the way she looked at John.
"Yeah, anything to help and be on a case again," John said.
Sherlock nodded. "Okay," he sighed. "You're going to need to stay with them often. We'll keep in touch over phone, Skype. I'll have Mycroft set you up with a place."
John smiled and nodded. "Okay," he said. "Sounds easy enough."
Sherlock nodded and looked back at Mary. "You can stay here for the night; we'll move you somewhere else tomorrow."
Mary smiled. "Thank you Mr. Holmes," she said. She stood up and shook his hand. "Thank you so much."
Sherlock simply nodded and called Mycroft. "Get her set up in my room," he told John. "Does the kid need a separate bed?"
Mary shook her head and looked down at Zachery who was sleeping. "No, he can sleep with me."
Sherlock nodded and watched as John took them to his room. Mycroft finally picked up. "Hello?" he asked.
"Mycroft, I need three train tickets heading towards Scotland," Sherlock said.
"Fleeing the country brother?" Mycroft asked.
"It's for a case," Sherlock said. "I also need you to find a hotel for John and two others."
Mycroft sighed. "Okay," he said. "Mind if I ask what case?"
"Yes, I do," Sherlock said and hung up. He sighed and shut his eyes. He didn't like the idea of John being alone with her. He shook his head and got up. He was just going to ignore the feeling for the case. She would be gone afterwards. Unless of course John liked her too. Then he would be alone.
Hey, how was that? I wanted to get to the new case quickly so it may be a bit choppy. I'm sorry. Please review. I love them. They keep me writing. BYE!
