Bringing Daylight Back
Chapter 33
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Jim pressed 'end call' and went to pick up some slobbering that John must have treasured… If he deemed it worthy, Jim would take care of it. Always.
John didn't know where he was. He was in a familiar blue van, but he didn't know where he was going, or who was driving the car. John looked out the windshield, only to see a car coming from ahead. He looked at the figure that appeared to be driving.
He instantly recognized the dark shadow as his dad. His mom was in the passenger's seat, just staring numbly ahead at the car that was about to hit them.
John screamed and yelled but nothing came out. He wanted to smack them till they woke up from whatever trance they were currently in. But nothing came out.
John then resorted to thrashing around, but he couldn't move. He didn't have control or his own body. John felt his heart beat rapidly in his chest as blood rushed to his ears, making a high pitched noise go off in his head.
John suddenly felt lightheaded and passed out, not caring about his or his parents fate. He welcomed the darkness that engulfed him.
When John woke up, he noticed that he wasn't in the blue van anymore, but lying in soft green grass. He heard this faint hum that was coming from his right.
He turned his head to see where the noise was coming from. The blond shot up and gasped.
There was a silhouette that was just resting in the grass facing the blue eyed boy. John could tell that the (obviously male) boy had curly hair and was very lanky. John felt like he should know who the shadow is, but he just couldn't place it. That's when he heard something crash in the distance.
He turned his head to see a bright flare swallow up two cars. One or the cars was blue. That's when the realization hit John.
John looked at the shadow with worry and confusion flowing through his eyes. He wondered how he got out or the burning car, and who this boy was.
All of a sudden, these beautiful grey-blue eyes opened from the shadow and looked deeply into John's ocean blue. John felt his heart throb in his chest as he felt the urge to hug the boy and pour out his heart. But before he could even have the chance to say something he knew he would regret, the boy wrapped his black arms around the shaking blond and whispered in his ear.
"Don't be scared of me, John. I will always be here to protect you, to get you out of dangers situations, and to love you and comfort you. Know who you love, and who is most important to you. I will be back when you retain information and relearn where your loyalty lies. Till then, you must at least try to remember…"
John felt memorized by the deep rumble that rolled through his ear. He never wanted to let go of the curly-haired outline with beautiful eyes. John felt so safe and welcome in his arms. He never wanted to let go.
But then the shadow was ripped from his arms and thrown into a deep hole that appeared out of nowhere. John screamed as these blue flames came up from the hole and grabbed John by his ankles.
John tried to kick off the flames but it was no use. The flame dragged John down into the blistering pit.
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Jim Moriarty was being driven to his alternate pool house in Cardiff with a new pest to take care of.
And his name was Gladstone.
The bulldog was currently wheezing for air as he laid on the leather seat not giving a care in the world. He was white with big brown spots all over him. James still didn't know what John saw in this mutt.
Gladstone turned his head so that he was looking at Jim. Jim noted that the dog stopped panting; he had the tip of his tongue sticking out of him mouth but his short nub for a tail wagged, like he was mocking Jim.
That was when a bid wad of drool dropped from the bulldog's mouth, landing on the expensive leather seat.
Jim growled and lunged at the dog, but the dog got to Jim first. Gladstone climbed on Jim's pricey blazer, leaving a path of drool on the way. Jim was about to push off the slobbering mutt when he pressed his wet nose to Jim's hairline and licked a line starting from the top of his nose to his upper forehead, leaving another trail of slobber.
Jim frowned deeply.
He could have sworn that he heard the driver snort.
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Davy Moran was lying in his bed thinking.
He wondered if the Holmes' brothers knew that John was really alive. Ever since they knocked out John and Greg, Davy had an uneasy feeling settle in his stomach.
It was guilt.
Davy wished that he was Cason Finlan, the rugby star, the loyal friend, and the boy who John Watson kissed freely.
Davy knew that the John Cason knew would never like Davy Moran. He was pained by it too. He really liked John. But he realized that the John Cason knew is gone. After all, he and his brother did kidnap him, brainwash him, they took him to an abandon mansion and locked him in his room, and they happened to take his mate, Greg, and they plan to use him against Mycroft.
John Watson would hate him.
Davy was brought out of his deep thoughts by a piercing scream.
Davy pulled back the covers and sprinted, following the path to where the screams were coming from.
Davy paled instantly. The screams were coming from John's room.
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John was brought out of the nightmare to someone calling his name. John curled up around himself as the tears started to roll down his cheeks. He felt arms wrap around him and he fell against a strong chest. John snuggled and accepted the offered comfort. At his rate, he didn't care who the person was, he just needed to be held by someone.
He needed to feel wanted.
John looked up and saw Davy. John didn't trust Davy yet, but he was very fond of him. Sure, those green eyes memorize him every time he looked into them, but Davy has been very friendly towards him. John hoped that they were friends.
John wished that he were in the arms of the curly haired and grey eyed shadow, snuggling into his chest, earning comfort from him. But he was just a figment of John's imagination…right?
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Sherlock didn't sleep, he didn't eat, and he didn't care anymore. He wanted his John, but he knew something about his doctor-to-be will be different. He might be told lies, or tortured, or broken beyond repair. But he will find out what happened to his John, and he will save him, even if he dies in the process.
Sherlock whipped out his phone.
Start the plan. I will be there ASAP. Bring your men and track his phone. And put that damn dog back in the kennel –SH
No, Never Shirley! We're in love! –JM
I'll be there soon, Expect me soon –JM
Authors Note~ Hello my lovely readers! I just thought that I should update. Please Review! They make me really giddy!
What is to come?
Will any forgotten memories surface?
Where did Sherlock and Jim go? What are they up to?
How will John react to seeing Sherlock?
Will Sherlock save John in time?
Stay tuned~
Lemony