"Mary? Mary? Jesus Christ, Mary!" John felt her lifeless wrist for a pulse. There was a slight beat under his fingers. He let out a sigh of relief.
Behind him the door flew open and Sherlock was adjusting his coat. "Don't drink the tea."
I should have known! "Sherlock?" John's voice warned as he followed Sherlock into the kitchen. On the couch there was Mr Holmes, out like a light. Sherlock brought his hand in front of Mr Holmes's nose to test if he was breathing at all.
In the kitchen, the figures of Mycroft and Mrs Holmes were slumped onto the table in almost a comical fashion. Wiggins was leaning against the sink in the most nonchalant posture that would occur in a situation like this.
"Sherlock, did you just drug Mary!?"
"Don't worry." Sherlock said as he tested the breath of all of the other members. "Wiggins is an excellent chemist."
"I calculated her dose myself. It might have affected the little one. I will keep my eye on her."
Sherlock turned to John, straightening his coat. "He will monitor her recovery. It is more or less her day job."
John felt a little jolt of anger shoot through him. "What the hell have you done?"
Sherlock's face turned a slight shade paler. There really was no turning back now, and that frightened him a bit. This whole situation frightened him. He knew that this had to be done; he just wished that there was another way of doing it. His eyes stared into the middle distance.
"Deal with the Devil." He then began to tell John what he had done. About the meeting with Magnussen all those weeks ago, where he met with Magnussen and made his terms: swapping his brother's laptop filled with government information to get a private tour of Appledore. He told him about the phone call a few days back where they both agreed on the finer terms of the agreement over the phone.
Once Sherlock had finished, John flung his hands up exasperatedly. He stormed out of the room to fully process the situation clearly. "Jesus! Sherlock please tell me you haven't gone out of your mind!"
Sherlock put on leather gloves and bent down to remove the laptop from under Mycroft's head. "I will have to keep you guessing." He called out. Not a second later there was the familiar sound of helicopter blades whirling.
He couldn't help but to smile. The time was upon them.
"Ahh there is our lift." He tucked the laptop under his arm and turned to Wiggins.
"I suggest you also pretended to take the tea. If you are found out, you will be sent to prison for an infinite amount of time for leaking government secrets."
"No problem, Mr Holmes."
Sherlock gave him a curt nod and walked outside to join John, his heart pumping wildly in his chest. This was extremely dangerous. So dangerous in fact that he shouldn't have included John, but, as we all know, he would be totally lost without his blogger. It is amazing that within these past years he had become more dependent on him, less able to cope on big cases without his short friend throwing in sarcastic remarks and obvious questions to mix things up.
Sherlock pushed past his fiancé towards the helicopter.
"Coming?" He asked.
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Appledore was much bigger than he thought. Much, much bigger. And somewhere in there was a whole room filled with blackmail that could screw up every person's life on the planet. Somewhere in there was probably a whole bookcase of information about Sherlock alone.
They both stared out of the window, not a single word exchanged between them. Sherlock could feel John tense and absentmindedly linked fingers with him. John squeezed Sherlock's hand hard.
They descended a few minutes later, onto the perfect green lawn. The lower the helicopter came down, the tighter the knot in Sherlock's stomach tense up. It was show time.
The landed on the ground and a tall dark bodyguard came up to the door and opened it for them. Sherlock barely acknowledged the man as he got out.
John came beside him and they both walked towards the house. John had to resist the urge to clasped Sherlock's hand, because he just knew that Magnussen was probably watching them right now.
And he was.
He stared these two idiots walking towards him from his pristine, cold room, on his bright white couch. He could not help but to smirk. They had no idea what they were about to do. They were about to be the catalyst into his last phase. With this last bit of information he could finally bring down not just the British grip on the world, but all of its allies and maybe some of its enemies. Like usual, people seem to forget the power of information. Information is not like having weapons or an army, because there is no way to defeat it once it gets out.
The only way is to kill the holder, like Rosalind…sorry Mary and we saw how that panned out. He suppressed a chuckle. Oh she is going to regret that. After today she will wish she pulled that trigger. I am going to slowly drag her reputation through the dirt.
He turned his head back to the screen where that scene with the fire played over again. He loved the part where you could see the distressed look on Sherlock's face when he sees where Watson was. It was so filled with terror and stress to see the near death of his friend. It was how he imagined John's face when Sherlock faked his own death.
Magnussen heard the footsteps coming towards the room. Through the door were two of his guards, Mr Sherlock Holmes and Dr John Watson. They both had an indecipherable stare and the computer that had to have the dear information he was dying to get his hands on.
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Sherlock sat down next to Magnussen, the laptop sliding off his body to the space between them. Sherlock glanced up and his heart nearly stopped when he saw the screen.
Oh of course it was him! Why am I not surprised?
Sherlock decided the best way to play this was to play it calm and casual. So he started to talk about the scene.
He was grateful that when John turned around and saw it that he didn't have a panic attack, but he could see the anger and frustration take a hold of him. John's whole stance showed just how much he would have liked to hit Magnussen right there, but he restrained himself.
"Just look how you care about John Watson." Magnussen started. "Your damsel in distress."
At this John spun around to face him. He had to let off some of the steam that was building up inside of him.
"You… put me in the fire for leverage!"
"Oh I would have never let you burn, Dr Watson." He put his glass down and looked him in the eye. "I had people standing by. I am not a murderer…unlike your wife."
John felt his face burn and his hands beside him clench into fists. He was not going to reply. He was not going to reply. He glanced over at Sherlock, who was giving him that look that said 'Cool your temper. This plan will go to hell if you say anything.' But John though that maybe that look was more for him than anyone else.
Magnussen followed John's line of sight to Sherlock. He smiled his creepy, stomach churning smile as he realised what had happened in the past months.
"Oh this is interesting. It does seem that she is back to Ms Morgenstern. Tell me, Mr Holmes, is being with a man as good as it is made out to be?"
Sherlock started to shake visibly, his face turning red as John's, out of embarrassment and anger.
I need that information! He is trying to mess with you. He is just trying to throw you off course.
He stared Magnussen dead in the eye. "Mr Magnussen, let us not waste any more time." He pushed over the laptop to him. Magnussen grabbed the laptop.
"Here is what I am getting for Christmas."
"It is not a gift, it is an exchange."
"Forgive me," he started to stroke the machine in a loving way. "But it seems that I already have it."
"It is password protected." Sherlock got up and straightened his coat. "In return you will give me every material pertaining to the woman I know as Mary Watson."
John looked at his friend in surprise. He thought that they were still there for the letters from Lady Smallwood. He would give up his case for a woman that he gave up. John felt a twinge of guilt strumming in his chest. No matter what happened, Sherlock will always protect her, as if she was a dear sibling, but John was not that…loving. It does seem that Sherlock for once still had more love in his heart for Mary than John would ever have again.
"Oh she is bad that one." Magnussen replied, his mind running through the profile of her. He had done it many times before, but it was fun reading through all of her exploits. "So many dead people. You should see what I have seen."
"No." John replied instantly. In reality, he really didn't give a fuck about her past. She was still someone he respected and her past is her past. "I really don't need to see."
"You might enjoy it though. I did." He clasped his hands together, contemplating what he should say next. He could ruin her once and for all for payback on that little stunt she pulled. He grinned. He could make this fun.
"There are so much more sections besides her just killing people. My personal favourite was how she got pregnant. In fact it is my favourite of all the stories."
John froze. "What. Did. You. Just. Say." He said through gritted teeth.
"Oh you heard exactly what I just said."
John was so close to punching him in his stupid idiotic face. "What do you mean that you liked the story where she got pregnant?"
Magnussen ignored his comment, continuing from his side. He was enjoying this fully. "Do you know why it is my favourite story?"
"Humour me." John's voice was deadpan.
Magnussen leaned forward. "It is my favourite because for the first time in my life, I was the one who also took a part in the act."
Hi ho my bokkies
I am so friggen tired at the moment, so I apologise if I had made any mistakes. It's just been a hectic week since I am back for my last year of school (yay!)
So YEAH. I need to say that I have no idea when I will publish again. Hopefully it is next week sometime.
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