TheDarkestShinobi: Happy Valentine's Day! I wanted to get some updates out as a treat for my followers.
Now to bring up something very important to me. 50 shades of gray. Do not go see this piece of junk. Do not watch the mockery of BDSM and the normalizing-romanticizing- of domestic abuse. DON'T DO IT. There are so many things wrong with this trilogy and the fact that it is based off of twilight which also has red flags for domestic abuse doesn't help. If you must go see this damn catastrophe do so in a way that doesn't make them any money. Please.
Now, instead of seeing 50shades of abuse, I offer you a drabble. If you give me a situation that the book does (or doesn't) I'll write it, (THE RIGHT WAY with consenting adults that can handle it) This can be any couple from any of the fandoms below. I'll even write OCs and the like. The catch is you have to promise not to go see that movie, or give them any money. I'll have to trust your word on it so be a good girl or boy for me and I'll reward you.
Fandoms include: Naruto, Dead or Alive, House of Night, One Piece, Sailor Moon, Big Bang Theory, Once Upon a Time, Corpse Bride, Glee, Flash, Arrow, Gotham, and Sherlock.
Start:
Two weeks later, John notices that he's being followed on his way home from work.
He debates making a run for it, but there is no guarantee that Sherlock will be both home and of use. There's also the fact that he really shouldn't exert himself, he's still in recovery from his concussion. John continues walking, is he in any condition to fight the grunts sent after him? He can't afford to be captured like that again. He takes his hand out of his pocket and tries to clench it, but the pain from the pulling wound stops him. His options are very limited, but he really can't be taken. John stops walking and when the other approaches him slowly he turns to face him and sighs.
"Are you working for Moriarty?" John thinks it's ridiculous that the level of violence he will use will depend on whether this man wants to kill him because of Sherlock, or kidnap him for Moriarty. The man's face gives away that he does work for Moriarty and the shock is enough to buy John the time to break his nose with his weak hand. John watches the man fall to his knees and groan as he holds his nose in his hands. He feels mildly satisfied at that and turns.
These men never work alone and so John is ready for the second to approach him. John looks around but only sees a woman watching in shock. He looks back to the one on the floor before taking a few steps forward. There is an alleyway and John leans back in time to avoid the man running out for him. John ducks and feels a wave a nausea run through him. He blocks a blow and starts to feel dizzy. The other tells he has some type of advantage and takes a step forward for another punch but John catches it.
"Stop." John can't figure out why he was giving this one a chance to run away but he supposes he should have given the other one the same choice. The other twists his lip and tried to jerk his arm back. John lets it go and takes a step back to give the other space to retreat. The next punch is swept to the side and John brings in his fist like a hammer to the man's arm. The shock from the broken bone brings a curse from the second but John just shoves him back. He moves to take a step forward, except he's going sideways. He closes his eyes as he uses the window next to him for balance. The store owner is yelling about something and dialing the police and so John does his best to gather himself quickly. He considers sending them a message for Moriarty's, but that would only further fuel him so he just walks away from the two of them. If there's a smirk on his face it's simply because he can't help it.
Not today.
…
Sherlock looks up from his book and lets out a small huff when John walks in the door and John smiles as he hangs up his coat. Sherlock closes the book as John closes the door. John smiles as he looks to Sherlock, who is watching him intently.
"You just broke a man's nose and arm and are practically skipping down the street." He waits half a second for a denial but John has none. "I'm beginning to think even I'm not enough for you." John barely refrains from giggling at Sherlock's jab.
"Well, it was two different men." He finally corrects and Sherlock opens the book back up with a smile of his own.
"Well, there is always something." Sherlock dismisses it and John heads into the kitchen. Sherlock looks away from the book and watches John wash the blood off of his knuckles. He knows John wouldn't use such means unless Moriarty was involved so Moriarty will probably strike again. It shouldn't be physical, Moriarty wants to beat John, but not beat him. Sherlock watches for signs of the concussion other than when John grabbed the doorframe after coming up the stairs
"Tea?" John asks suddenly and Sherlock looks to the book to avoid John's now wandering gaze.
"None for me." He says, which somehow has come to mean just a cuppa. When John sets it in front of him, he notices the blood pattern on John's shirt and realizes that he used his weak hand because of the injury. Sherlock smiles. John is a force to be reckoned with and he's on Sherlock's side.
…
A month after that John doesn't notice that the girl chatting him up is too interested.
She's interested enough to slip something in his drink, but he doesn't watch his drink like a girl would, because who would drug a guy? The people who see it don't say anything, because surely it's harmless? She's harmless, and he's a built man, not a victim.
When he does notice, she's coming onto to him and the others think he's shy. She pouts as she pulls him from the bar and suddenly the other patrons are pushing him to go with her and telling him how lucky he is. His whispers, because that's all the noise he can make at the moment, are shushed as the others tell him to suck it up and go have a good time. She gets him outside and there is a black car waiting to take him to Moriarty. He can't move anymore, he feels so heavy and he's crushed under her bubbly laugh.
Suddenly there is a heavy push towards the car and he's screaming for help to people who think he's lucky to be getting in the car with a woman like that.
He suddenly understands the plight of the woman he watched Sherlock shoo away last summer.
…
Jim hears the growl rip from John's throat as he wakes up. It's a sexy growl, but Jim is smiling simply because John fell for the oldest trick in the book. You don't take out the strongest warriors through force, you do it with a woman, or a man, Jim's learned that people have all sorts of preferences.
"What's to stop me?" John says as he finds the kitchen and walks up to the table and Jim looks up at him. He smiles as he crosses his legs at the knee. John continues. "What's to stop me from killing you right now?" Jim grins as he looks up into John's eyes. So stormy.
"Well, Dr. Watson, that would be Sebastian Moran," John blinks and Jim sings songs the next part "my own little soldier boy." John pauses in his forward motion before closing his eyes and letting his fists rest on the table he is barely leaning over.
"The open window." Jim looks mildly impressed.
"Hmm, not as dull as you look, are you?" John pauses, why was Moriarty sending such mixed signals? He seems to be sane today. John turns a full 180 on his heel and walks away leaving Jim to watch him. Jim sits up straighter, concern on his face.
"Wait! Where are you going?" John shakes his head not wanting to think about this insanity.
"This bloody flat should have a kitchen somewhere, yes?" Jim nods slowly, knowing John can't see him. John continues as if he had. "I'm going to go make a cuppa." Jim laughs and from the kitchen John shakes his head as he searches for a mug.
Jim is on the phone when John walks out. The kitchen is very sparse and he barely found tea bags let alone a mix he liked. "Yes, he is safe." He mouths his displeasure as Mycroft speaks. Sometimes John swears he deals with children instead of the consulting pair of them. "He's having a cup of tea as we speak." John looks down at it. "I assure you that will end badly." Jim's mouth falls into a flat line. "Fine. Fine. Don't make threats you can't possibly keep Mycroft." Yes. Children. "As soon as he finishes his cup." He hangs up the phone and places it on the table before taking John's out of his coat pocket and placing it next to it.
"Mycroft is whining. Looks like Mummy wants you back." Jim rolls his eyes and tries not to laugh. "No rush." His gaze travels across the flat. "Finish your tea." John shakes his head as he places the cup on the table and picks up his phone. The wound on his hand healed with barely a scar. He has no desire to stay here with the homicidal maniac and his sniper. Jim feels the stirring inside of him.
See?
Jim suddenly doesn't want there to be a Mycroft or Sherlock John can go back to.
I can do that.
"I'm really fine." Jim blinks as John pockets the phone. "I take mine with milk anyway." Jim watches John leave and reaches for the cup himself. Milk. Okay. He brings it to his lips before placing it back down. He smiles briefly. John makes a really good cup of tea.
Jim's head flies forward and he barely catches it in his hand. "Stop." He closes his eyes tightly as he feels Moriarty trying to push through. "No." No. Not today, not now. He pictures John's determined face and grits his teeth as his fingers clench against his scalp. His hands move towards the back of his head as his forehead hits the table and he grits his teeth.
When Moriarty lifts his head away from the table and lowers his hands he realizes he has a pulsing migraine and sweeps his hand across the table sending the teacup flying. The shattering pierces his brain like needles and he fights not to let out a whimper.
…
"Who are you?" John takes a step back at the man waiting for him by the door.
"You can call me Maraino." He says in reply and smiles and John watches the wrinkles move so that his whole face is smiling "and you can follow me." John takes a few steps after him and glances back.
"Maraino? Is that your real name?" The man stops suddenly, but doesn't turn to face him.
"Now Dr. Watson, if you don't ask me questions, I won't have to lie."
"Got it." John narrows his eyes as he follows the other man again, 'I think' he mouths.
"I'm your driver," he says as he opens the back door so John can get in. John pauses before letting out a breath.
"What?"
"I'm to take you to Baker Street." John shakes his head as he gets in. This is ridiculous, Sherlock and Mycroft share the sentiment.
…
"What do you mean you lost him?" Moriarty yells at the men standing before him. They cower but that doesn't produce the one he is looking for. He snarls as he walks away from them and sends them out again.
Jim starts laughing and Moriarty screams at him to 'shut up, shut up, shut up!'.
…
"Dr. Watson?"
"Yeah?" He doesn't look away from the laptop.
"It's for you." John absently holds his hand out for the phone, but it's the helicopter that's for him. John stares at the helicopter as he walks up to it. His hands are in his pockets which allows him to feel his phone vibrate. He hasn't been in one in years, not since jumping out of them in Air Assault training.
It's from me -MH
Even stranger than the helicopter is the location, John thinks, but Sherlock finally puts on some clothes and steals him as ashtray so there's that. John can't hide his giggles.
An hour later they are in a cab again, and despite Sherlock's numberous wardrobe changes he's in the same clothes he put on in the Palace.
"You didn't even change your clothes." John states as he realizes this and Sherlock
"I was trying to add a splash of color." He responds as he has the cabbie pull over. John follows him down the street until Sherlock stops.
"We're here?" he asks because he was expecting something a little bigger, flashier.
"Two streets away, but this will do." Will do?
"For what?" Sherlock tilts his head. Best not to give John a straight shot, he can break a man's nose with his weak hand and a concussion.
"Punch me in the face." Sherlock instructs, tapping his own.
"Punch you?" he has to ask because Sherlock has done crazy things but John didn't peg him as a masochist.
"Yes, punch me in the face, didn't you hear me?"
"I always hear 'Punch me in the face' when you're speaking but it's usually subtext." He says with a straight face, but he can't help but thing of all of those people he has punched and damaged and he doesn't want to do that to Sherlock. It takes Sherlock a split second to realize this and he rolls his eyes.
"Oh, for God's sakes," and Sherlock punches John. He watches John step back and tries to brace himself. He exhales as John gets up. He's angry, but not so angry he smiles. He's angry enough to deck Sherlock back-right hand-weak hand-and Sherlock surprises himself by losing his footing and falling. John is shaking his hand off as Sherlock rises.
"Thank you," for hitting me, "thank you" for not breaking anything. "That was," helpful, "that was" painful. Sherlock loses his breath as John tackles him, Sherlock turns on the ground so John's on his back, and humorously enough, John stays on his back as he rises. John's annoyed, and being annoying but Sherlock's glad John hasn't gone all soldier on him.
"I think we've done enough, John."
"You'd do well to remember I was a soldier" John's gritting out, on his feet again, He's got Sherlock bent over. "I kill people."
"You are a doctor." Sherlock insists, although that doesn't make John's point any less true, he has seen the evidence of it multiple times.
"I have bad days." John replies as if that could sum up his years in Afghanistan. Sherlock is pulling on John's arms when he laughs. "What?"
Sherlock flips John over his shoulder and John rolls to standing again and Sherlock sees something a little more dangerous in John's eyes than he'd like. Before John can move again Sherlock shoots his hands in the air in surrender.
"That was fun, but we should probably go catch the bad guy." John sniffs and shakes his head.
"Lead the way." They walk a few steps before John speaks again. "You have to know that if we were really fighting, there is no way you could win." Sherlock knows that, he's calculates his odds and what he'd have to do if John ever got violent towards him, but he shrugs a shoulder
"Sure." He grins as John huffs.
"I'm serious." Sherlock starts taking longer steps so John will have to start jogging soon. "Sherlock!"