TheDarkestShinobi: Next chapter up!

Okay, before you read this, youtube "Beatbox in a car from Ali G indahouse movie" and watch it. I had to throw something in here from that. I just had to.

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"You've been given a medal." Mycroft announced as he walked into the room. John stood at his entrance but didn't offer a salute. He was in his formal uniform, having been summoned that morning, and gently smoothed down the sides. The officer next to Mycroft presented the box of black velvet that no doubt held the aforementioned.

The officer took quick steps towards him and John straightened further as his face set into the Captain. Mycroft took two steps forward and watched the two pivot in sync to face each other. The officer used one white gloved hand to open the box and despite temptation John kept looking straight ahead and not at it.

"No ceremony," Mycroft apologized. "You know why. You don't mind, do you?" He wasn't really asking so John didn't answer. He felt the medal being pinned on his uniform next to his previous one. As soon as it set the box was closed and presented to John. John ran his fingers over the case and nodded his thanks as the officer before him saluted. John brought his arm up.

"Thank you for your bravery and service." John lowered his arm and the other followed. They both shared a smile before the other did a 180 and walked out of the room.

"It would have been nice," John admitted after the other left. "The ceremony" he clarified at Mycroft's glance.

"Ah," but he said nothing else on the matter.

"So, how'd you give a medal to a dead man?" he resisted the urge to see it once again, there would be time for that later.

"Complicated." He said with a sigh as he turned his face away from John. "but it was equally insisted that you receive one" obviously from Alec "and that you remain a secret." John scrunched his eyebrows as his head drew back, who wants his identity a secret?

"Can" he closed his eyes as he swallowed "I ever go back?"

Mycroft paused and John could tell that he didn't know. Mycroft wasn't in control of it. The British government without control?

"I suppose so." John decided to let it go. He was the one who agreed to die. Nasty business that was, the shouting and throwing; it felt great though. The puking didn't, but he knew Mycroft, or someone, left a lot of money for the landlady so he didn't feel too bad about it.

The body they left was so similar to his own that he felt the need to check his own pulse and looked in a mirror. She had been very thorough; maybe too thorough for the British government.

…

He jumped off the dumpster with his jacket fluttering. He shook his head and dug into his pockets to dig out a piece of paper and a pen. Sherlock started to walk away with long strides as he crossed off another location on the sheet of paper with his pen. The wind made his hair fly about and made the paper difficult to hold but he crossed it off holding it against his black glove. There were four other places scribbled out messily above the one his pen hovered over.

There were two more possible places Moriarty could be, they stood out in black pen on the bottom of the paper. He pocketed the paper as he glanced around the yard before pulling his coat higher and the cuffs to cover his neck.

John thought it made him look cool and mysterious.

John…

"I'll find you." He promised as he walked away.

…

The bar was a series of patterns now. Every man in his group, with the exception of Dessler who was no longer with them, had insisted on buying him a drink. It was rude to say no and therefore John had to hold onto the bar for good measure. He was laughing, he was laughing so hard and he can't even remember what the joke was, probably him. The chips and burger in his stomach did nothing to quell the fact that he wanted food. Jesse turned him around on the stool before he could order another meal.

"Alec said you karate chopped 'em real good." Peter said and though John didn't respond a few of the other boys started doing their own impressions.

"Congrats," Jason said again slapping a hand on the other's shoulders. "You are the man."

"Then sing for the man!" John sat up and nodded at that. He started gesturing towards Jason.

"Rap! Do it!" He laughed harder and clapped twice before giving the guy a thumbs up.

"You are gone Watson," Rob said with a roaring laugh.

"Come on" John seemed to whine "do the freestyle!"

"Okay, okay, okay." Jason stood straight up and held his hands outward. He smiled and shook his head, eyes closed "I can totally freestyle, right now, but someone has to give me a beat." John giggles looking down while the others look around. John curls his fingers and brings a hand to his mouth before shaking his head from side to side. The men freeze at the beat boxing before cheering.

"JOHNNY BOY!"

"WATSON!"

"Dude got skills!"

Jason holds up a hand to get them to shut up. John lifted his head with an exaggerated shake as a challenge and Jason laughed before using his hands to tell John to keep going.

"Imma J to the A S" he started as he swayed.

I'm always on

And the sound's from my main man

I call 'im John"

And they rapped and partied, none of them knowing this would be their last night with the good doctor.

…

Sherlock sighed as he heard his phone vibrating from the other side of the room. He lolled his head over to stare in its directions.

"Mrs. Hudson!" he called out before letting out another sigh. "Mrs. Hudson." He groaned and then sighed. "Useless." He rose to his feet and let his robe fall open as he took the few steps to where it was. He picked it up, pressing the button on the side and it lit up.

Checked the location you gave me, Moriarty is not there-M

He dropped the phone onto his bed as he rolled his shoulders and then his head. Then he laughed; a deep dark chuckle that didn't stop until he needed to breathe.

End

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