3 Years and Two Hearts (A Sherliam Fanfic)
Summary: The Lord of Crime is in a phase of depression, it is the greatest Detective's job to take care of him. After forcing him to 'live' when London bridge has fall them down to the Thames. Sherliam Dedicated Fic (Both Anime/Manga timeline)
Note: I cannot stop the fact I need more details of Sherliam in 3years. Dear fellow fangirls, now is the time we make it a reality. Here is a fanfic for you all, English sucks and I ain't British so do not be picky at my weird paragraphs. Lets enjoy this! I would be happy to hear your supportive comments as long as no flames. Arigatou minna!
Yes it is me your Kanon58 who wrote 3rd God of Death Shiota Nagisa and Rise of the Demon King Tanjiro vs Demon Slayer Nezuko! I'm joining Moriarty fandom, this anime needs more fans!
Chapter 1: A Curtain Fall in Atlantic Ocean
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SPLASH!
[It was painful.]
Very damn painful in their lungs and eyes.
Bubbles escaping their mouths as they dive into the water.
[Liam!]
The impact was surreal and it hurt.
[Sherly...!]
The fact that Sherlock caught the Lord of crime and made sure he uses his body to cover him. To shield William from the sharp woods floating along with them in the river of death.
[Stop it Sherly...! You'll die too!] Is the eyes of William screaming as he watched Sherlock grabbing his sword weapon, then tying his wrist to it so they won't get separated.
The blue eyes of determination were furious and desperate as the oxygen is decreasing with their mouth shuts, until it grits.
[Like I said, you ain't gonna die alone. I will make sure we survive this!]
The whole Thames were flaming, its very hot and the water taste like gasoline and dirt. Heck somebody burned London and you know whose fault it is.
Then in the darkness...William saw a stick coming close to stab Sherlock in the neck, he covered for him.
[Sherly move away!]
STAB!
[Liam!]
William's face bleeds, Sherlock locked his arms with his body as his plan to tie themselves to Liam's cane for support on swimming had succeeded.
Sherlock saw that Liam squinting his eyes from the pain.
[LIAM!]
Until another wood from the bridge fallen and hit Sherlock in the head.
WHACK!
Thus he lost consciousness.
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"Hey Billy!"
Billy the kid looks behind him as his fellow sea mates onboard with him at their ship.
"Why are you fishing here when it is quite obvious the height is far from reach?" His sea mate is dumb founded with Billy's strange ideas.
Billy grinned and made a joke. "I'm fishing not by fishes but by treasure!"
A sigh escape his sea-mate and is about to leave.
"Well then...suit yourself."
Billy hummed and proceeds flying his fishing pole in the air as it landed on the water.
The sun is up and the sky is blue. Billy hoped for another exciting day.
"What a nice weather-" till his fishing bait seem to have hooked something.
"Oohh? What is this?" When he pulled it, it felt like some solid pipe. Not knowing it was the hook caught the cane where Sherlock's wrist are tied too.
Trying to pull harder. "Iiiighhh-" it was heavy for a fish or something. Billy assume it was either a trash or a treasure. Having enough of attempts to pull it up, Billy decided to look down to see what it was. "What on earth is it?"
Only to see a human figure.
Billy eyes gawk as he yell for help. "A-A person!"
Running to get to their life boat section. "Hey! Guys! I found a person below! He might be dead or maybe not!"
His fellow rangers whose pretending to be sea-mates had gathered by his uproar. "A human? At this ocean...?"
It was strange to find someone floating here unless they either fell off a boat or got murdered.
"Oh no! Billy is right! It's a human!" One pointed. Billy got to the life boat then proceed to grab the hook stuck in Sherlock's cane. "...Eh?" Billy is too stunned to speak. After all...below Sherlock's damp body, a blonde hair revealed to be under his. This person is being embraced by Sherlock's unconscious body.
"...This is..." Billy thinks he had seen them before, it dawns on him.
"Hey Billy! Let me help you!" With the help of his sea-mates, they manage to get the two body onboard. Lay them down for CPR.
Listening to the heart of the two bodies. "They are still breathing!" Pumping the chest. Billy did not hesitate to perform CPR first to the black-suit man.
When he was done, Billy look at to the bloodied blonde figure and did the same process. "Come on...breath!" Despite the blood for you to doubt if this person is alive. Surprisingly it was quick to finish CPR on him. It made Billy wonder...
'Is this person just sleeping then...?'
"Hey Billy!" The captain of their crew approaches him and already prepared a bed. "Bring them inside, you take care of them kay? Once they woke up...we will question them."
The cold gaze is exchanged. "Yes boss." Of course they don't save people for free, after all...
This is a government ship from the US.
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It was dark...
Sherlock Holmes opened his eyes and before him is the Lord of Crime, his best puzzle standing at the edge of a broken bridge.
"Liam!"
The face of William James Moriarty was dread. He isn't willing to live, it is quite obvious. Sherlock cursed under his teeth and extended his hand. "Dammit! Liam listen! It is not too late! There is no such thing as cannot be forgiven in this world...! Live! Live Liam! Even just for my sake-"
He was almost there, because William lifted his one hand before he look at them. To William's vision it was blood stains while to Sherlock it's just a black glove sitting there for view.
"Hmm..."
William breathed and then his lips formed an evil smirked. "No!" It was that moment Sherlock knew he is gonna jump. "Stop!"
And indeed with open arms, William James Moriarty did his iconic backflip.
"Come back here...!"
Catching one hand, Sherlock tightens his grip to William's right wrist. "Dammit!" He heard the cracks on the board along with William's bones in wrist making cracking sounds.
Oh, it is definitely broken by this weight of pulling.
"Drop that cane now! Grab me with two hands Liam!"
William meanwhile is star struck as he gaze his red eyes with those innocent look. "You...came here as a friend not as a Detective...?" It was getting at his nerves, these dumb questions. Sherlock is mad. "If it isn't quite obvious!" Only to meet a sad smile on William's last moment.
"You've bested me, Sherly."
When Sherlock heard that, he was slashed in his right arm and William falls on the river of fire.
"Liam!"
Unlike the truth of him jumping to die together, in this nightmare Sherlock couldn't even catch up to him. So he just screamed louder.
"LIAM...!"
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Sherlock's whole body shudder and so his eyes were frantic. "Liam-" he jerk up and found himself in a white room with a small window as if he was inside a ship.
Then a figure next to him, whose paler.
Sherlock had a relief sigh as he sees William still with him. "...So you were safe Liam." Planning to touch the other just to make sure the latter was breathing.
Sherlock walks out of his bed and slowly lift his footing. The floor is cold but he was fighting. Sherlock finally noticed William's terrible look. His face, more specifically his eye had a patch.
The horror in Sherlock's face resurface.
'This is...'
Sherlock is strangely terrified, he gulps down his anxiousness and looked carefully on William's plain body with bandages covering his neck down to his chest. Not to mention both of them had bandage supporting their heads.
Even though he barely had strength, Sherlock decided to come more closer to his William.
Ahh, William really look awful.
All of the sudden Sherlock noticed a knife pointing next at him.
"Don't move."
In his quick defensive stance he met with Billy the kid and an apple. "Hello, how are you feeling?"
Sherlock did not like the joke of knife pointing, so he didn't reply to the question.
"Um, ignoring me...?"
Sherlock focus back to William. William's bed not that far to his, but it did felt exhausting enough.
"I mean you've probably crack your arm so don't move much if I were you-"
Only for the stranger to yell at him. "HEY! LIAM'S...HOW IS THIS GUY DOING?!" Billy can tell it was an aftershock of whatever happened to them, this British man is panicking himself.
"Err..." Billy wanted to drop the drama since it is not his thing, so he made another light hearted joke. "I was thinking giving these to you two...but ya see, I love fruits."
Sherlock is impatient for an injured patient. "ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING?!"
That moment, Billy had a thought. 'This person must be really important to this guy...' so he finally answered. "Oh ok, ok." Trying to calm Sherlock."...Stable so far!" However Billy said another awful joke.
Though it was not a joke but facts.
"...But you see, the rest is up to the person's will to live."
With that statement, amusing enough to Billy to see the frantic face of Sherlock drops into a hidden fear. No, he was already wearing that horrified expression since he woke up. But now the looks at his eyes did not feel like it is the first he had heard it.
Billy carefully eyed William's almost dead looking state and travelled to Sherlock who is silent all of the sudden.
'How curious.' Billy wanted to pry more but it may not be appropriate.
"This is the Atlantic ocean." Billy snaps his head as he is surprise how this man just spoke in the right mind unlike earlier he was acting crazy.
"...This ship is bound to America."
Billy is speechless. "How did you know?!" Proceeding to eat his apples. Sherlock look at him from toe to head. "...That accent of yours and the single action army at your waist. Only Americans hang that thing open."
It perks Billy's interest to like this man and support him with his fellow ill body. Something is really fishy with them.
'Nope.' Billy is joking again, he knows who are these two. That is why he burned some of the news paper that were lying on this ship.
Because the moment he saw their unconscious body together. It was sketched in news paper what is the face of the Greatest detective in London along with whose the Lord of Crime.
"Amazing! You really are the Greatest Detective Sherlock Holmes~!" This time, Sherlock is alarmed that an American know his true identity.
Though he should have known his past solving cases are spread-out through newspaper, it is possible even outside London.
"Ahah~! See novels are written in the most exaggerate ways. I was also written shortly than my actual height."
Skeptical, Sherlock commented back.
"Sheriff does not seem to suit your personality. Aren't you more like a western hero who fights off bad guys?"
Billy chuckles. "A hero huh...I wonder if I ever lived such a noble life? Besides...he is already dead in the eyes of books and reality." The American looking kid sat at a chair and declared a formal introduction. A sign of trust you'd say...
"My name is, Henry Antrim." Smiling, "But people calls me Billy the kid! Nice to meet you Sherlock Holmes~"
Sherlock narrowed his gaze, he would be lying if he isn't threaten that they know their identity. It was quite obvious but still...having it said out loud to him, he had this urge to protect William.
'This guy knows who were are, I knew it!' Sherlock is afraid that once William recovered, he will be surrendered to London's government and that meant execution. Sherlock just hope that this Billy the kid will side with them though.
As Billy continues to fanboy about a certain book called the Adventure of Sherlock Holmes, he already profiled Billy.
'This guy is not an enemy...'
And his guess is right as Billy shared something he did for them. "It was tiring you know? People asking me about you guys of who are you ..stuff like that. I was afraid they may recognize your faces so I covered 's both eyes even though just one is injured and as for you...it is not some much to hide but better to keep you low profile."
Billy smirks, "No single newspaper are kept about you two." Sherlock knew it is the way of Billy saying that he owes them for that. "And so I called you Mr. Ponytail and him Mr...err...not wanting to live in comma British guy!"
Sherlock tried to make a mocking puff sound as he felt better in this situation.
"In my home country I was called William H. Bonney. But I prefer Billy the kid." Tension drop in Sherlock's nerves as he sits by William's bed. "Another William huh...you are the one saved us." Still unable to smile back, Sherlock decided to be humble. "So...I will thank you. Thank you Billy."
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Billy then proceed to share about himself how he works for the United States Department of justice.
The discussion went to Sherlock and William's condition are. "In actual thought, you Mr. Ponytail had more bad injuries than the other. I found you covering . Meaning you are the one who was beaten by the rocks, waves and hence some floating painful objects!" As he cuts the apple for Sherlock whose listening in silence.
"It was amazing job you did that so did not have much injury when it was supposed to be in same length of body bumps. He maintain a bloodied eye, broken wrist and umm I guess neck and chest. But compare to you, you have head injury yourself, broken ribs and back."
Munching some apples, "Not to mention a cracked arm too!" Billy talks as if it was all a joke. "Then to see you are the one already awake and moving like this. It must have been because I spend more time on performing CPR to you than the other!"
Sherlock face went flustered.
"Oh, I stole your first kiss?" Billy added a wild guess, "I bet you want your first kiss to be with a certain blonde~?" Sherlock did not even deny that he would have wished he could do CPR to the other if he was not drowning either.
"S-shut up." Trying to cover up his embarrassment, he changed the topic. "So what do you want with us in exchange?" It is loudly to be said that William chooses not to wake up anytime soon, so Sherlock needs to protect him.
"There is no way a member of United States in Justice will allow the Lord of Crime alive." Sherlock is serious, "I won't say that I will do everything to keep his were arounds as a secret just because we owe you. But do tell me what you want me to do to keep it a secret and we can use each other that way."
Billy whistled, he cannot believe the suppose to be arch nemesis of the evil Moriarty is being keep safe by this detective.
'I wonder why is it like this...?' As much Billy want to know more, he cannot get those stories yet.
"Well...all I can say is the dead should pretend to remain dead just like what happen to me." Sherlock observing his body language, "So since I save you both, I decided to keep you both!" Sharing the peeled apples.
"Help me with my work, in exchange I will let you guys live in my apartment for free! I live alone and I spend most of my time outside than inside."
Sherlock look at William then back to the apple plate. "Deal...?"
Well, what choice does he have? It is not a bad deal as long as Billy keep his mouth shut that the Lord of Crime is alive. It is no big deal if people found out the hero Sherlock Holmes made it out safely in the Thames, nobody will condemn him back to death unlike the evil Moriarty.
"Please take care of Liam by any means."
Billy is most pleasured.
"Yay!"
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As they landed at New York city.
"Welcome to my room apartment!" Carefully William is placed at the bed by Sherlock as he moves his eyes to his surroundings.
"There is only one bed sorry, I mean quite obvious I live alone." Billy grinned, Sherlock huffs and he can tell Billy is trying to tease him. "Nahh, I can sleep at the sofa." Though he did feel a bit concerned that William will eat the space at bed...where would Billy sleep if he takes the sofa?
Billy waves his hands in a silly manner. "I did told you, I don't sleep here at night. I go outside and drink till I booze down with my comrades~!"
Sherlock is glad to hear that he won't be imposing Billy much than the weight of taking care of William.
"That's a Sheriff life huh."
As Sherlock look at the window and unwind the curtains. His eyes cannot believe that the atmosphere is truly different from London versus here in the US.
"Pretty crowdy I'd say."
It was a noisy place to be exact.
Ring...)))
"Ow!" Intense pain sent to Sherlock's brain cells.
"Mr. Ponytail?!" Billy rushed to his side. Sherlock try to fake it by being a douche'.
"I'm fine, just having the headaches." Roughly scratching his own hair to feel his head. Billy made a face, "Gee, you too prideful when it comes to your own well being. Then pride less when it comes to Mr. Moriarty!" Grabbing Sherlock's arms to sit down at the nearest chair where William lies down.
"I did told you, you have a head trauma than him!" Billy is talking about the differences of William's injury to Sherlocks.
Sherlock had it worst, while William seem to be bedridden not because of his body injury. It was more like his will to live has not reach it peak, thus he stays in comma state.
"Sit here!"
"Billy-"
"Shut up."
Sherlock click his tongue.
But then again...Sherlock knows his limits. 'That is right, my memory becoming hazy lately.' He got to have to admit that his body is in pain along with his head injury. 'I'm still in process of recovering.' Despite his therapy by the boat days before arriving New York...Sherlock did struggle too.
He had to be strong for William, his delicate Liam who refuses to wake up despite having much better state of body except missing an eye.
Sherlock furrowed his eyebrows. "Liam's eye..." He was worried that William might be blind. Billy approached him with glass of water. "Yeah?" Then Billy knew what worries Sherlock to make that painful face. "His eyeball is still in-tack." Sherlock lick his nervous lips. "But I doubt it can see. Depends if it could!" Giving him the glass of water. "I mean, am no doctor. We did what we could to salvage his eyes. But he had a nasty scar now at his beautiful face."
Sherlock drinks the glass of water as of it was a whisky. "Dammit." He curses, then gently his other free hand travelled to William's stoic face.
"Liam...I could have done better."
The hurt in his voice made Billy gasp as he silently look at them both.
"Please live for me Liam. I need you to wake up okay...?"
Sherlock had never thought he would openly show someone else his weak side. When it really comes to William, he can be fragile.
He does not care what others think, he has to convey his feelings properly to make Liam realize that living is worth it.
"You..." Billy tried not to be awkward as he notice the way Sherlock brush his fingers to William's face had more affection than caring. It felt odd, but he wanted to cheer him up. "...You know talking to a person in comma can help them gain consciousness."
Sherlock eyed him. "So, if you keep talking to him while he is asleep...he can actually hear them." Dropping a smile, Sherlock did the same but a little bit forced. "I see, thank you for that information Billy."
And so Sherlock decided to talk to William everyday even though the other cannot response back.
This is the only way to keep his sanity in place.
'As long as there is still a chance he wakes up, I will fight for this boring life ...Liam.'
Sherlock thought he can do it.
But we are humans, humans can easily destroy themselves whenever...they cling to hope.
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"Boss, this is Sherlock Holmes." Here at the official office or you'd say quarters United State of Justice. Billy introduced Sherlock to his boss who will they ask permission for him to work in the back office so he can get his own salary. After all Billy isn't rich, he had his own necessities too. But he did give already have of his luxury to William's medicine so he also in a tight spot.
The boss of their detective agency look at Sherlock with an arch eyebrow. Sherlock can tell the man is surprise at the same time is not really believing the situation that he is that Sherlock Holmes. So without further adieu Sherlock steps forward with confidence yet a humble way of speaking.
"I will go straight to the point, due to un foreseen circumstances I would like to keep my identity alive to remain dead in the eyes of London my hometown."
Sherlock must admit he never beg like this before, he always have the upper hand. But this is America, he was a foreigner in here. He got to blend for William's safety.
The boss chuckles as he did acknowledge what Sherlock said that he must be really indeed that Sherlock Holmes. In US just because someone had similar features doesn't mean right away they are that person. Everything is always investigated thoroughly before accusation is made.
"Hmm, if you are really Sherlock Holmes we do pay respect for what you want to do after the sacrifice you made for your own country." The boss is only after business since everybody knows what London is going through right now, nobody can pry on a hard subject. "This is the United States of America, even a formal serial killer here can work for the government as long as they do help us." Is the proposal.
Sherlock raises an eyebrow but a smirk traced on his lips. This is interesting for him. "Hehh~? Is that why you have a lot of hackers~?"
The boss turned his back to study the people outside his window as he explain to him. "Yes, because we take importance of talent and skills regardless of the crime they did. However of course if they are beyond logic reasons to negotiate or to bargain their life, death sentence will be given to them."
Sherlock can already tell the deal is seal.
"Sounds perfect for me."
So Sherlock stretches' his hand for a shake. "I accept to work for this local detective agency, boss." With a wink, the boss turns back to Sherlock with the same manner that he was hopeful to have Sherlock in their agency. Accepting the handshake, the boss welcomes him.
"We are happy to look forward working with you ."
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Outside...
"It's a success!"
Billy handed Sherlock some coffee. Right now they are outside the balcony to feel the wind and the fact that it went smoothly to be accepted working here without asking some stupid documents or anything.
"Can't do it without you as my backer Billy." Sherlock thanks him again, Billy giggles like a child. "Mr. Ponytail praising me again! I feel so noble when you are saying things about me! Hehe!"
Even though Sherlock is happy, quickly his face turned serious as he whispered to himself. "With this...I can cover Liam's hospital expenses."
Billy heard it and responded to his worries. "Sorry if we cannot put him in a real hospital, after all... is still a wanted man if they found him alive. Even I not sure if the agency I work with will let him go without profits."
Billy thinks the Lord of Crime to be exposed here and then is also dangerous for him so he didn't want to let anybody know.
Billy even made a lie to his fellow sea mates who witness Sherlock Holmes with a unnamed man with him as someone randomly Sherlock saved.
So people did not ask more, they trust Billy stories after all.
Sherlock felt glad that's how much of a big deal is the man he saved. "As expected of my Liam, he is high price." Without thinking much, Sherlock gulp down the coffee and head his way to start working. "Well then! Let's get to work John-"
Stunned at his own self.
Billy tilt his head. "Eh?"
Sherlock feeling embarrassed covers his mouth. "N-nothing. It was a habit." We that was really embarrassing
"Whose John? Can I know?" Billy's eyes lit curiosity, since he means no harm...Sherlock told him the truth. "...He was my partner whenever I investigate a crime." Billy perks up excitement since he recognize that name!
"Ooh! That Watson! Yeah, he was in the books in your big Adventure of Sherlock Holmes. He is also the writer I believe. He made a note at the ending he wrote it as a momentum of your short-lived friendship."
Sherlock suddenly felt oddly sad that he abandon John when he just made a promise.
"John..."
No, actually...before he run towards William's final destination Sherlock actually surrendered all evidence that Jack the Ripper gave him about the Lord of Crimes blueprints and other crime proofs.
John is the kind of assistance who will hide all their case documents if Sherlock said so. He was a loyal helper to him.
That night, he ask John a favor.
'I requested him to wrote a documentary about me and Liam, so that London will remain united before I actually jumped off the bridge with Liam.'
He did this because he had a feeling that he might also die in the process of trying to stop William if ever William going to hurt him back for real.
Good thing it was a mock fight and well...Sherlock forgot his promise to take care of himself from now on because John needs him as he needed him.
Sherlock felt ashamed of his actions but there was no regret. 'John, I'm sorry I broke our promise of not leaving you. I hope your wedding with Mary still be fulfilling of happiness even without me being present there...Stay in shape John.'
Sherlock knows John would have understood how much he love William James Moriarty that he'd die with that guy...as the final act.
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In 221B...London.
This was 3 days later before Sherlock and William were adopted by Billy the kid in Atlantic ocean.
"Sherlock...that dumbass Sherlock, did he really jump off the bridge with Moriarty?" in verge of crying when John returned home to delivery the sad news.
It took 3 days before John returned home. The night the two vanish in the Thames, people were in riot. When the sun rose up, the people were devastated and there are some people who were injured and burned. As a former doctor, John had to help them which he failed to get back to the apartment sooner.
The third day is him asking the Yard if they found Sherlock at all. But he was told none was found nor the body of the evil Moriarty.
Realizing the re-search another day sounds like a false hope to hold onto, John decided to go back in 221B to see if 's apartment was not burned and if she is alive.
Good thing the fire in London had not reach their apartment. It was like the Lord of Crime made sure the pathway of Sherlock Holmes to catch him is out of fire reach so he can chase him out.
With a solemn look as John bow his hat to his chest in a manner of delivering a very sad news to their landlady. "Yes Ms. Hudson, I was there when it happened. To think Sherlock would throw his life like that...it is unthinkable." John knot his eyebrows as it was harder to speak facts in Sherlock's madness.
"No, let me rephrase that. Sherlock had those urging episode. Like when he shot Milverton for me and Mary's happiness."
burst out crying. She broke down, "J-John...Sherlock is just dead..Huhuhu...!" John catches her as Mary whose upstairs heard the conversation, Mary went by John's side to comfort him.
"John...so is dead? No way, after all he just...he just set us free from..." John nods as he felt Mary embrace his back while in his front chest is bawling like a baby. John explains further as he pats 's back while Mary is hugging him.
"His body hasn't found but...river of Thames is flaming that night. They could have dissolved in the hot water. Or...I..I just don't know." It was then John felt tears in his eyes. "Oh Sherlock...my partner, you are so selfish as ever even after death."
Even though it was suppose to be obvious, John decided to believe in Sherlock's promise.
He trust he won't broke it but he did.
After calming down , Mary went out to check her fellow friends if their houses are not burned down. John agreed they do their duties for now, since John himself had some pretty documents in his chamber.
It was the stuffs Sherlock gave him before they parted ways.
Lifting the documents, it is for real. Proof how the Lord of Crime is behind every noble death.
So called evidence.
John reviewed them by his eyes one by one as he shuffles through pages. 'These evidences, Sherlock never told me to surrender these to the government. Instead he asked me to write a book about him and his greatest arch nemesis Moriarty.' John isn't dumb, he can tell Sherlock had something in mind before he entrusted these important documents to him.
'It could be possible that Sherlock can tell he will die in that confrontation so he ordered me to do this.'
It is not like it was the first time he published a book about Sherlock. He already did, and he got profit for that. That is why John is excited working with Sherlock. He was a writer, he aimed to be one of the greatest. So he put their everyday cases in his journal until it turn out to be good to be a book too.
'It is...a very easy task.'
But then again, he felt empty.
Milverton had no corpse and so is Sherlock. They can just assume they are dead right?
It is too much for John, loosing a friend this way while his career surely will bloom. It felt like Sherlock constructed the path way to John and Mary's peaceful life to be long run by these events.
John had a smile in his face but he is still crying with water droplets in his cheeks as he speak out loud. "However Sherlock my dear friend, even just for now can I be incompetent?" Slowly he sat down and rest his head to his desk.
John Watson breaks.
"I don't think I can write just yet...give me time to grieve...partner."
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In the office of Mycroft Holmes, he is at his boss table massaging his temples.
It has been 3 days and nobody found his brother. Until Louis James Moriarty was captured along with Albert. Albert decided to punish himself in prison while Louis ask his guidance what punishment should be given to him.
However, Mycroft was not in the mood for that, instead he ask Louis whose a witness on that night in London's broken bridge.
"My little brother, even though I told him not to die..."
Mycroft lick his lips to find the right logical words. "Are you sure my little Sherly jumped off the bridge with your brother Louis?" He look straight in the eyes of Louis who did not even batt an eye.
With no emotion, Louis confirms to him.
"Yes, I affirm you Mr. Mycroft he visibly jump together with my big brother William. Even I did not expected that." Deeply inside Louis is carrying out his satisfaction in his mind. 'After all...only me and Fred knows the truth. We betrayed everyone and thus we kept it a secret just between us. Not even big brother Albert should know my betrayal against the Final problem.'
It did not sound like Louis is lying. Mycroft hope Louis is lying, he knows how to read people. At first the fact Louis had a stoic face as he says those words should sound fishy. However when he said 'they jumped together' it did not sound like a lie.
With this Mycroft crossed his hands together, he was stressed to hear the truth so easily. "My dear lord, I can tell Sherly had a thing on Moriarty...but I did not know it was to this extent."
Mycroft's heart sank.
Louis is taken back by this openly grieving of that Mycroft Holmes the government himself whose suppose to be cold.
Guess when it comes to his little brother whom he hide their crime about French Revolution was genuine.
"I'm sorry." Louis ended up saying.
Mycroft looks back at him with a questionable look. "Why are you apologizing for Louis?" Studying the young man who lowered his head as his expression darkens. "Every time it is something involved with dear brother William, I think it is my job to apologize in behalf. Now that he is no longer in this world..."
Mycroft smiled, "You are a nice little brother." Louis snaps his head, making sure he heard him right. "Eh?"
Mycroft shared him his thoughts about him. "I'm sure your big brother took care of you so much, which leads you to how you are acting right now."
Louis smiled a little as he also admits. "Yes, I was plenty received love and care from my beloved big brother William. I would never forget it." Placing a hand in his heart to feel that loved from the past. "...Even if my heart is not the original heart I have before...I'm very thankful that big brother William is able to convince brother Albert to get me a heart surgery."
Until his smile shines, Louis is that person who speaks a lot if its about talking his brother's good sides. "We are all big brother William's threads of fate."
Mycroft chuckled as he felt better at this conversation. "Indeed, your big brother is brilliant." Thus Mycroft realizes there is still hope. "Well then Louis..."
Wondering why Mycroft tone change to confidence. "Hm?" It is because he had an idea.
"Let's announce another search and recover Sherlock Holmes and to your brother William James Moriarty. It has been 3 days, maybe they are still alive or at the very least have their bodies recover..."
Louis made sure his body nor his face will give out any signs of threaten that they have not given up the search.
"Yes, let's not give up yet." Is a fat lie Louis James Moriarty confidently stated.
'Whenever you are...Holmes, please keep brother William away from everyone.'
...
Here at the bar a certain blonde and black hair sat near each other facing the bar tender and their red blood wine.
"Sherlock...that Sherlock is dead." Irene Adler whose now know as James Bond, is feeling melancholy.
It was Patterson whose besides him, " Bond?" Seeing the other is undeniably not cheerful unlike their first and 2nd time drinking together.
James...or more like Irene Adler whose still alive within her own soul is retracing all what have happen.
'Sherlock saved me...then William and Albert took me in...so that Mycroft the government himself won't report me to the Queen that am still alive.'
Yet those people are dead while Albert is in prison and Mycroft...well nobody cares about him. But the fact that guy accepted Sherlock's missing body as a possibility to be dead, makes them realize that is happened for real.
Those two are gone.
"Nothing, that man saved me so I can live. But the fact he died just like that...is truly makes me wonder the world is full of plot twist." James chuckled, Patterson sighs as he fixes his eye glass up to his nose. "Me neither, I cannot believe William would really jump off the bridge. I was expecting he will be stab by the detective. But I guess our detective Sherlock Holmes have a soft spot to William. This hurt William's pride to die so he just...suicide."
It was a story Moran and Louis told everyone, they were the only people who was watching the final showdown. What more they have first person view, definitely they won't lie on that.
James added to Patterson's story telling. "And our detective actually decided to suicide with him." James Bond made a mocking smile, it seems like Irene Adler and James Bond fighting whose emotion should display right now.
Patterson can tell the other is in a depressing moment. "Things are now going towards peace we are not yet in peace." Yet he was wrong, James Bond lifts the wine glass with a cheerful voice and face. "Injured souls we have, cheers to Patterson!"
Patterson still cannot read James Bond after all this time. "Why me?"
With a wink, James sound seducing as the glass of wine comes together. "Silly, I'm talking about this Patterson wine we are drinking together."
Patterson can't help but reveal a satisfied smile. "James Bond sure is a man of weird things, swift and smooth."
They both agreed, "For William and Sherlock." As James Bond says so. "Yes, we offer this drink to them in the afterlife."
They toast.
CLANG!
...
Somewhere in a hidden private building by the government...
"Moran!"
Fred Porlock runs all the way to chase the Colonel who said nothing and just straight up packing his things then moves out.
"..." Moran stop at his tracks as he kept mouth shut. At least he waited for Fred to ask him the same question they argued from earlier this morning.
"Are you really leaving..?"
Moran did not like how Fred sound so venerable when he is supposed to be silent like he always had been.
Since it pisses him off, Moran finally speaks up his distaste of everything.
"Fred, William is gone. And we have nothing left to do."
"But-"
"Fred!"
Moran is angry in his voice, it was raising in his lungs. But Fred isn't afraid, just sweating in his face if he had the ability to convince Moran his assassin buddy throughout their mission.
"Moran! I know is dead, but he ask us to live on!" It did not work, Moran is giving him sarcasm. "Exactly Fred. He said to live on, not to live all together."
That hurt Fred, so he was trembling a bit. "You...you cannot stand us?" Fred realize Moran is being a hardcore emo. "...Why?" Fred cannot help but ask in an innocent way that Moran gets more irritated, so he faces him. "Fred!...if it isn't quite obvious, the fact we all lived together all these years with William truly is a thankful event of my life. But now he is out of the picture...it just stings my heart and ego you know?!"
Moran clench his fist, "I maybe an adult but I will admit I'm easily attached." Fred moves a little step closer. "Can we not heal each other together with , , , Mr. Louis...and even Mr. Albert whose in prison-"
It ended up making Moran so mad at him, he yelled in burst of overflowing emotion.
"WE CAN'T ATONE TOGETHER FRED!"
Fred's eyes widen, "...Moran."
It was silent after that loud shout.
Moran felt a little bit sorry for screaming at Fred so he turned away and proceed to walk onwards his solemn path.
"Goodbye partner."
Fred about to chase again but was stop by his declaration. "I shall become a farmer and live peacefully."
Fred smiles a little that at least Moran told him that he'd live. After all William is not really dead.
So Fred made a unusual joke. "Then...We'll buy rice from there." And accepted the fact Moran keeps walking away from them.
Fred whispers. "Take care Moran."
Behind him is the old butler whose the least affected of everything. "So he left?" Is the casual tone he gave Fred.
Fred on the other hand is just looking ahead where Moran's figure disappeared already.
"Yes ."
Jack the ripper or...Jack Renfield shake his head out of Moran's childish actions for dumping them. "For an adult he is such a baby." Looking at Fred to read the boy who is similar to Louis that had less facial expression. "Though I understand he wanted to be a lone-wolf since seeing us all together without Young Master William anymore felt depressing."
Fred looks back at him as he got tired looking where Moran nowhere anymore. "Aren't you depress too ?"
Jack made a sad face this time. For him it is not shameful to be sad in front of others. But because he is mature and the oldest, it is like an automatic machine that his face does not show much emotion than Moran's outburst of mourning this. "Hmm...It is quite a shame Young Master William ended his own life. However I want to respect his death...it is my job to be loyal on his wishes till my last breath too." Giving out a smile, "It is a little bit funny I'm the oldest yet am the strongest here."
Fred smiles back, then decided to walk back inside "Then I guess you, and I must take care of our new home until everyone decides to go back to us." Jack followed him as they continued conversing.
"Should we call ourselves family?"
Fred looks above the sky which is already turning noon.
"Yes, will be happy to hear that."
Fred and Jack goes back inside as Fred kept his mind to himself.
His little deep secret with Louis.
'Dear , Louis and I knows you are still alive somewhere out there with . I'm not sorry for betraying you, so until you don't come back...nobody else should know that you are still breathing. This is between me and only. Till the day of our grave, a secret we will never share anyone not even them.'
The blue sky proceeds to turn orange.
...
Back in US...
"I'm home~" Sherlock enters Billy's apartment unit with his usual black coat outfit signature.
The room is covered in orange lights. It is noon, and Sherlock have gone back home early than Billy since that guy said he got to drink with his fellow Sheriffs.
That leads only Sherlock and William alone.
Except...
"I'm back Liam. Did you sleep well?"
There is William so lifeless at Billy's bed. Still with a bandage on his face, except this time the bandage only covers his left eye. There is no need to hide his both eyes anymore, since this place is safe. A place no British around nor a place where people can just enter their household.
All thanks to Billy.
Sherlock drop himself to the chair next to the sleeping William, he tried to act natural in his conversation with him. "Haha, what am saying? Yeah I know youv'e always been asleep." It was an awful joke and of course the other cannot response to pun him back.
"..."
Sherlock breaths in with a weak smile in his lips as he crosses his fingers together. "I have a new job Liam. Want to guess what is it?"
The curtain blows whenever a wind comes in, Sherlock cheerfully replied to William pretending his voice is talking to him. "Aha! Yeah you are right, I'm still a detective! Though more like a shadow detective."
Sherlock tried harder to keep this act, as if...he made a play in his head how William would ask him questions if he is really awake. "Apparently here in US they have similar ways like Lestrade the main detective or we call them police, then I...the shadow agent, which in our terms called detective will investigate in their behalf. Once crime is solve the credit goes to the police instead of the detective here in US."
Patting the bed to see if William would flinch, "Heard 911? It is that kind of job. A shadow detective for the United States of Justice." Nope. No avail. "Salary? Oh the salary...well actually what I did today is just being introduce by Billy to other people and some basic history lesson why they do this job with them from now on so that I can catch up..." it was becoming more and more silent.
The wind is whispering in Sherlock's ear but he ignored it.
"Don't worry, the deal is sealed. I will be paid in a high price since am not just an ordinary detective. Am the greatest as they say right? They have to pay me better."
However this time, Sherlock's pretend cheer drops down.
"..."
He never had intentions denying it.
"Say Liam..."
His eyes shows his dark blue eyes shimmering in the red sunlight.
"Can you hear me...?"
His voice were more lower than upbeat from earlier.
"If you do..."
Sherlock whose unable to control his hand to touch William's cold face.
"Wake up okay...?"
Until he rested his elbows to the bed and hide his face on it.
"I need you Liam."
Sherlock's voice starts to crack.
'Life is too boring to let go of this color I found in you.'
Until Sherlock falls into a depressing sleep in that sitting position where his head buried in his own arms trying to hide his tears.
To Be Continued.
Next: William still has not woke up, Sherlock struggles to keep his sanity. But for William's sake he kept working and working. Until William disappears in his bed.
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