Bringing Daylight Back
Chapter 34
Disclaimer- Not mine
John 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 paced back and forth in the main room at the Holmes manor. Mycroft, who was currently drowning his distress in alcohol, was at a loss of words. How could Mycroft miss this? Of course they would target John and Greg. They were the only ones really close to the brothers.
Mycroft sighed and looked up at Sherlock, who had sat down on the couch to sulk. They both didn't know how to handle Moran. He was unpredictable, just like Jim Moriarty.
Moriarty.
Mycroft elegantly stood up from the black chair and set his glass down. He looked down his large nose to Sherlock, who was still mopping on the couch.
The elder brother cleared his throat, getting Sherlock's attention.
Good.
"We need to look into getting help from Jim Moriarty. I believe that he could help us in a situation like this. He has more experience with dealing with Moran than we do," Mycroft rolled his eyes at Sherlock's dark expressioned on his angular face.
"Now is not the time to get jealous, dear brother. Jim would be a great… asset to our team. He has more knowledge about Moran and where Moran may be keeping Gregory…and John."
Sherlock jumped up and got in his brother's face with a sneer.
"I do not wish to have Jim's help! That is the last thing that we need. Besides, it was Jim's fault that John got targeted in the first place. But – Why would Moran take Lestrade? It doesn't make sense!"
Mycroft gave Sherlock one last look before turning on his heels and walking to the door. He then called over his shoulder to Sherlock with a "Contact Jim," and left.
Sherlock didn't move for a couple moments before jumping into action, whipping his phone out in the process.
0oxOOxo0
Jim sat on his silk-sheeted bed with his head in his hands. He missed John so dearly. He missed the way he would make John smile or laugh. He missed the way he would wind his arm around John's waist just to get that murderous look dripping with jealousy from Sherlock. But Jim wasn't alone; he had a new friend, unexpected at that.
Jim smiled as he heard Gladdy, (that's what Jim liked to call him) wobble through the doorway and sat right on Jim's expensive shoes.
Jim's smile grew larger as he heard Gladstone snort. Jim loved the little noises the dog made. He still didn't know why, though.
He thought Gladdy's presence was filling in for the whole in his heart that John made, when he was taken from him and put into Moran's hands.
It was his fault that John was kidnapped anyway, he knew that.
But he will always put the blame on Sherlock and his big-nosed brother.
Jim bent down and wrapped his hands around Gladstone's warm belly and pulled him to his lap, not caring about the dog hair.
"I wish you were John, you know? I could tell that you two were close. How did I know? Oh, my darling, I hate to tell you, but Sherlock would look at you like you were going to take the sparkle in John's eye that was reserved for Sherlock and Sherlock only. Oh no no no, Shirley's got to stop being so possessive over Johnny." Jim looked down to the puppy. Jim smiled as he realized just how crazy he was.
He was talking to a bloody dog! What has his world come to?
Jim heard a sharp ping come from his phone. He leaned back and grabbed his phone. As he did so, Gladdy moved and crawled on his chest and started to lick his chin. Jim laughed and swiped his thumb to read the message. Jim frowned as he read the contents.
Meet me at Angelo's in London. I have new information on John. Don't keep me waiting –SH
Jim jumped up and ran out the door to signal his driver.
Something was wrong.
0oxOOxo0
Two Hours Prior
Sherlock didn't know how bad the situation was till he got a text message with an attachment.
The video started to play automatically. Sherlock paled at the sight before him.
John was an emotional wreck, sobbing uncontrollably into Cas- Davy's chest. They were in a single bed in a dark room, but Sherlock could tell that the room was well kept and rather… luxurious. The video ended with an beep. Then the message came up.
Little poppet needs his popper. The time is ticking, and it won't stop till I have what belongs to me. -SM
Sherlock deduced that John had had a nightmare, one that confused him.
But why?
What would confuse John? Sherlock then noticed that John wasn't being held back. He was free to leave, by the looks of the doors and the lack of restraints.
Why wouldn't John be trying to escape? And why was he snuggling into Davy's chest willingly?
Then it hit him.
John didn't know something. He was obviously vulnerable in the situation. But why?
WHY?
Why would Sebastian send him this anyway?
Ah.
Power play.
But why would Sebastian take John in the first place? If he wanted to be Jim's 'right hand man' again, why not just simply ask? Sure, Jim would say no, but taking someone (who doesn't belong to Jim) isn't any better.
But Sherlock won't be separated from John for much longer, he just didn't know that.
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Davy woke up to John snuggling against his chest, trying to find comfort. Truth be told, the younger Moran felt sorry for John. He didn't know that his brother would mentally hurt John; he just expected the physical pain.
But what they did to him was worse than any pain they could attempt to inflict on him.
Davy felt unbelievably guilty and he was ashamed of his actions against John. He really did like John Watson, not this strange boy who is lifeless and parentless.
Davy knew it and hated to admit it, but John needed Sherlock.
They were like a 'Ying and Yang', the most perfect match.
Soul mates.
Davy and his brother took that right from John, and morphed him into this complete wreck.
Davy wished that he had a real friend like John. He would protect him and give him what he needed.
And right now, that was a good old fashioned cuddle.
Davy tightened his arms around John and rested his chin on John's soft, blond hair.
Davy knew who his heart belonged to; he will do everything in his power to get his John back, even if he breaks his heart in the process.
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Jim walked into the doors of Angelos and was greeted by a rather large man with his long, block hair pulled back into a sloppy ponytail. Jim shrieked back as he saw the man with a rather large knife with a red substance dripping from the sharp tip.
"Calm down, boy. It's tomato sauce. Well, you must be Sherlock's friend. I'm Angelo, Sherlock is in the corner. If you'll follow me…"
Jim followed the tall man to the small table in the corner. Jim looked at Sherlock and found him to be paler than usual.
Not good.
Jim sat down and told the man that he didn't need to eat or drink anything. Angelo just nodded and went back to work.
Jim looked back to Sherlock and raised an eyebrow.
Sherlock didn't look up to meet Jim's worried glances.
"We need to team up in order to beat Moran. As much as I absolutely love to be around you, we need to work together. You know how to deal with Moran, so how do you expect to deal with this state of affairs?"
Jim looked down to his folded hands, which rested in his lap.
"You can't expect when dealing with Sebby. He is unpredictable and will stop at nothing to get what he wants."
Sherlock finally looked up, "What does he want from you? Does he just want his job back?"
Jim felt his heart beat fastly in his chest.
"He wants my precious heart back too. But the only hitch is that it was never his in the first place."
Sherlock sat back in his seat, knowing who had Jim's heart.
John Watson.
Sherlock felt his phone vibrate in his coat pocket. He pulled it out with a frown.
It was another text from an unknown number.
He opened it with a simple swipe of his thumb.
Where can I meet you? I want to help John. He doesn't deserve this. –DS
Sherlock read through the message five times till he slid the phone across the table to Jim, who caught it with a small smirk. Though, the smirk turned to a scowl as he saw who the message came from.
"Why would he want to help? He is the one who put Johnny boy in this position anyway!"
Sherlock rolled his eyes and grabbed his phone back from Jim's small hands. Sherlock loaded the video and gave it back to Jim.
Jim watched the video with a dark look of jealousy on his face.
Never fails.
Jim then tossed the phone back at Sherlock, not caring that he hit him square in the chest.
"Why would he be there to comfort my Johnny?"
Sherlock gave Jim his best snarky smirk.
"We both know that he is my John."
Sherlock sat back and chuckled as he watched Jim's case roll up in anger as he stormed out of the restaurant.
We will need to move fast. Put all of your feelings for Johnny behind you. Contact the 'Ice Man' and tell him to be ready. We will need help. I know where Sebby has John –M
Sherlock stared at the text in astonishment. He really did underestimate Jim. Sherlock could only wonder how Jim had figured that out.
0oxOOxo0
John fell back asleep in somebody's warm embrace. He truly wished that it was the curly-haired boy's arms. John felt so connected to him, as if he knew him in a past life.
John's dream started to roll on forward like a gust of wind.
John was sitting on a bench in some park. John then realized that it was the same park that he and harry grew up playing in.
John felt the bench shift. He looked to his right to see the curly-haired boy smiling warmly at him with his cupid-bow shaped lips.
John felt himself smiling back automatically.
The lanky boy with dark chocolate curls blushed and grabbed his hand. John felt his cheeks burning as he held onto the boy's hand as if it were his lifeline. The boy whispered to John in his deep, velvety voice.
"Remember me, John. Sherlock Holmes."
Then the boy disappeared like blowing out a flame.
Authors Note~ Thank you for reading! There is plenty to come, so favorite, follow, and make sure you leave me a review! I really do love the feedback!
What is to come?
-Will Sherlock and Jim find John and Greg in time?
-Where is Moran keeping John and Greg?
-How will John react to seeing Sherlock?