Hello! As promised, here's the new chapter. A few information: every time that the text is in italic it means that the characters are talking in the "real life", not in the TV; every chapter will be separeted in two parts with different titles - one about the TV show and another about texts changed between Sherlock and the others; finally, I would love for you to give me ideas. I'll try to choose the best ones and write about them. Do not forget to review and leave a comment!
I still don't know how to answer to the comments so:
James Birdsong: The first review! Thank you! Glad you like this! Please, do not forget to give me ideas! I'm counting on you :-)
Disclaimer: Bla bla bla, Sherlock's not mine (yet), bla bla bla...
Enjoy!
"One less."
"You're always so positive John. In case you didn't notice, it was the SECOND day. There are, at least, a hundred more episodes to go."
"You take this as the half empty glass. I take it like the half full glass."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"It's just an expression. I don't expect you to understand."
"Of course I do! I am-"
"-the brilliant Sherlock Holmes! Blah blah blah..."
"I'm more than brilliant. I am amazing! I am awesome! I am a genius!"
"Alright genius, what do you think about turning on the TV and watch today's episode?"
"Since there's nothing else to do…"
06:30 AM (John's Bedroom)
"Rise and shine Mr. Watson! Today's a big day! Brand new cases! New adventures!"
"Get your ass out of my room! All of you!"
"Mr. Watson, we are already filming. Do you really wanna start screaming? Everyone in England will watch it."
"This show is about showing people who Sherlock Holmes and I really are, isn't it? Well then, this is John Watson in the morning!"
John started to push everyone out of his room. As every single member of the team was out, John sighted and moved to the bathroom. Taking a quick shower, he felt all the pressure leaving his shoulders. However, as soon as he finished it, the pressure hit John once again. 'Everyone in England will watch it.' Those words scared him. The entire nation would finally know him for real. The question is: did he want people to know John Watson as the old John Watson? After leaving so many years with Sherlock and his cases, experiments and everything else, he actually believed that his old self was no longer there.
"Well, well… Why were you taking so long in the shower John? Anything… inappropriate?"
"Shut up Sherlock!"
"Just wondering…"
"I told them to leave my room! Why didn't they?"
"D'you actually believed that?"
06:35 AM (Sherlock's Bedroom)
"Rise and shine Mr. Holmes! Today's a big d-"
"I seriously think that that 'scheme' didn't work out with John, did it?"
"N-no."
"Then why did it cross your mind that it would work with me?"
"I-I didn't…"
"Leave. I'm feeling rather sick and I'd like to spend my time in bed."
"But… What about the cases?"
"John made me promise I wouldn't take any while I'm ill."
"And the chases?"
"None today."
"Experiments?"
"All of them have blown up."
"What do you mean 'blown up'?!"
"John, I don't find this moment the most appropriate, although I find that situation rather amusing."
"Ah ah! This is a sarcastic laugh by the way!"
"I'm not dumb, John."
"Oh really?! Really?!"
"…"
"…"
"Yes."
07:00 AM (Kitchen)
"Morning Sherlock."
"Only if it's for you."
"Agree. Not a good morning."
Both Sherlock and John sat at the kitchen while taking breakfast. John put is fork on the bacon and took it to his mouth, savouring it slowly. Sherlock, on the other hand, was reading the newspapers of the day. Looking over the papers, Sherlock noticed John's eyebrow arch a bit. Ignoring it, he kept reading the murder's section.
"So, how did they wake you up?"
"The same way as you."
"Not creative, then?"
"Nope."
Taking lots of time, Sherlock and John finished their meals and moved to the living room, where John turned the telly on. Buffing, Sherlock jumped to the couch and waited for John to join him.
"What's going to be today? Mr. Bean? Downtown Abbey?"
"I never watched Downtown Abbey."
"I swear I saw it somewhere. Oh! How obvious!"
"Where?"
"Mycroft. He's such a drama queen."
"Funny, he said exactly the same about you."
"Copycat."
"Moving on, we're gonna watch… Doctor Who!"
"No."
"Yes!"
"No, no, no, no, no, NO!"
"Yes, yes, YES!"
"Why?!"
"Because I want to!"
"Sorry, I thought you were kidding when you said that today there were no cases."
In that moment, the detective and the blogger turned their heads and stared at the cameras and the entire team which was filming all their moves. Looking icily at the man who dared to interrupt his dialogue with John, Sherlock got up of the couch and analysed the poor guy up his head down his feet. Concluding there was anything useful to say, he moved back to his bedroom.
John felt anger bowling inside him. How could it be possible this people were so stupid? The previous day Sherlock was so sick that it was amazing that he could stay out of bed. Finally, when Sherlock put some sense in his head and understood it was better for him not to go outside this earlier in order to not get ill again, this bloke appears and destroys all the progress.
"Great job."
"What did I do?"
"Oh, I don't know… Perhaps convincing Sherlock to leave this house!"
"I…We just wanted to see you in a normal day…"
"This is how a normal day looks like! Do you actually believe that every day there's a new case? There're not! Most of the times, when they exist, Sherlock ignores them because they're not interesting!"
"So, if someone's life depends on it, Mr. Holmes won't help that person due to the fact he doesn't consider it important?"
"N-no! I didn't say that! I… Sherlock… He…"
"He ignores people's needs for his own entertainment."
"Shut your mouth! That's not what I meant! Sherlock has his own method of choice."
"A particular method indeed and it is none of your business." Sherlock walked in the living room already with his Belstaff Milford coat dressed and his blue scarf on his left hand. "John, we must go now, Mycroft just called me. Some "top-secret" thing of the British government has been stolen in the last 2 hours. He's getting slow."
"What about Doctor Who?"
"I am deeply sure the alien won't mind if you miss one episode."
"Today's the marathon! I'm gonna miss ten episodes! Important ones!"
"It's 7:25 of the morning, John. You'll see, we'll be back home before you can even see how fat Mycroft has got this weekend!
"Not helping…"
"I know. C'mon! We have to go before my brother manages to threaten me with a title of saviour of the nation. Again!"
"Sherlock, the previous night we talked about your illness!"
"I'm no longer sick, John. Move on!"
"We agreed you'd stay home for three days! To be sure you wouldn't have to go to the hospital."
"Yeah yeah! Go get ready!"
09:00 AM (Confidential Location)
Everybody but John was ecstatic. A case! An actual case! All the British people would finally see how the amazing detective was going to solve a good puzzle. Sherlock and John, centre of the attentions, walked a few feet away from the cameras. The team had orders to keep out of the way of the consulting detective and his blogger, so they wouldn't disturb the progress of the case.
"Here we are. At the-"
"SHUT UP!" John shouted at team. He wondered how many idiots there were on the team. What part of 'confidential location' did they not understand?
"Don't worry John, you're not the only one who thinks like that. However, I can confirm that most of them are exactly what you think they are. How hateful."
"I'm not even going to ask how you know what I was thinking about."
"Good choice."
They got inside an old factory. No light and dust everywhere. The walls of brick kept the plant cold. Sherlock moved straight ahead until he reached a door. It was locked. He moved to the next one. Also locked. Only a door was left. Turning the knob, he heard a click and the door opened. The detective got inside followed right behind by John and the TV show team. Inside the room, there was a long bench where fifteen people at least could sit. Walking slowly to the bench, Sherlock and a stressful doctor observed the room. Filming the detective and the blogger analysing the entire room, there was no way the team could be more pleased with themselves. They were filming Sherlock Holmes in action!
The pair sat on the bench. Looking at each other, John and Sherlock understood right away what was crossing the mind of the partner. 'What's next?'
"It seems that Mycroft forgot us."
"You just couldn't keep your mouth shut, could you John?"
"What can I say? Karma is a bitch!"
The door suddenly close and got locked. Giving a collective scream, the people who made part of the team started to run, each to his own side. Sensing that Sherlock was going to quickly take the control and make everyone get more frightened with himself than the fact that all of them were locked in an abandoned factory, John got to his feet, hold Sherlock back and handed the situation on his own. It took a great amount of time, but John Hamish Watson dealt with it calmly and bravely.
"Well done, Dr. Watson. Very well indeed."
Turning their heads towards the sound, everybody stopped.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
"I don't know. I'm not the one who lives daily adventures with a certain consulting detective, am I, Johnny Boy?" Moriarty stepped out of the darkness with a big despicable smile on his face. He started to laugh as soon as he saw everyone but Sherlock flinch.
"So, what do you say Sherlock? The game is on?"
"The game is on." Sherlock's eyes were flaming with excitement.
"Sherlock, don't! There are people behind us right now. You can't just give a response to him like that. In front of everyone. People will-"
"People will what?"
"Don't you get tired of cutting me? I want to talk!"
"I like it that way."
"Oh! Look at you boys! So much cuteness in the air. How adorable! Can I join?"
"Piss off!" John shout and looking at the team, he stopped.
Sherlock and Moriarty fixed the other ones in the room. Astonished. The entire team was working promptly, trying to capture every scene with the cameras. They had one single objective: give England the best overturn of the century! It was not every day that a criminal mastermind would appear (especially when that person was dead!), instead of someone of the government. Not that this guy was someone who showed up a lot either.
"Oh my God! The TV thing as already started! Why didn't you tell me?"
"Why should we?" Sherlock wondered. "You weren't supposed to be here."
"Boy, my good Westwood suit is at my house. Damn!"
"It's just a suit."
"Just a suit? Just a suit?! Do you know how much do I love those clothes?"
"You mean, if I destroyed it, you'd die at once?"
"Ah ah. Very funny lapdog."
John was nearly jumping at Moriarty. Who did that bastard think he was to give him such nickname? Sherlock grabbed John, pushed him back towards the cameras and left him there. "I'll be right back."
05:13 PM
"'The alien won't mind', you said. 'We'll be back home soon', you said."
"Wrong. I said we would be back home before we saw Mycroft, and I was right. He wasn't even there!"
After a busy day (it was revealed that all of it was a scheme of Moriarty), everyone was returning home. Not very happy. Sherlock and Jim managed to talk a lot and no one heard a word of what they were saying. Besides, it took more than eight hours!
"I didn't ask you. What did you say to take so long?"
"Oh, nothing important."
"I believe we'll see the results sooner?"
"Yup."
"Something big?"
"Very big."
Sherlock took the key of the pocket of his coat and unlocked the main door. The living partners went inside and saw Mrs. Hudson waiting at the door.
"Where were you boys? You were gone so soon that I haven't given you the usual biscuits and now you return at these hours?"
"Oh Mrs. Hudson, it's not even seven. Besides, we are grown men. We leave and we arrive whenever we want."
"I know. But it is not nice leaving me here alone, wondering where have you gone. One day, you'll be really missing and I won't call the police that time."
Sherlock seemed to wake up that moment and joined the conversation. "You…You mean you called the police?"
"Oh! Yes, yes I did."
"Great job! You just manage to humiliate yourself in national television!"
"National… Oh no! I am not properly dressed! Turn way! Turn way!" Martha left the hall and moved back to her house, closing loudly the door.
"Please, the last one to get in closes the door." Sherlock climbed up the stairs. John did the same shortly after. Once inside, both men took off their coats and gloves and fell on the couch. John grabbed the remote and pointed it towards the telly, turning it on. He buffed when he heard the credits of the last episode of Doctor Who. He missed them all.
"I'm starving. Fancy a dinner?"
"Sure. Angelo's?"
"Certainly."
The TV team that just now has sat had to get up again, to follow Sherlock and John to wherever they go. Going down the stairs, Sherlock opened the door and let John pass first. John suddenly jumped backwards. The detective looked outside and saw the street full of police cars. DI Lestrade strode of one of the cars and, as he reached Sherlock, punched him in the nose.
"Never, but never do it again!"
"Dum uat?" Sherlock, with a hand pressing the nose, looked alarmed at the DI.
"That! Disappearing from the face of the Earth! Mrs. Hudson called us in, saying you and John were missing, that someone had kidnapped you and… Hell! Do you know the stress I went through? I was just about calling your brother!"
"Yu know main laifesteinle, don you? Then, whai boder seaching afte me?"
"Because we care, Sherlock! I care!"
Sherlock stopped. He wasn't used to this. Since the Fall and after his return, everything was so different. Everyone was always after him. He was never allowed to be left alone for more than a couple of hours. When he was in the same room as Moriarty that day for more than seven hours, John got so scared. He didn't want to lose his best friend again. Sherlock just returned from the dead, back to John, thinking that Moriarty was gone for good. It seems that Sherlock wasn't the only one who had a trick inside the sleeve. While one lives, the other cannot die. 'Typical hero story' John thought.
09:30 PM (Police Station)
They had dinner at the police station. After reporting the supposed 'kidnap', Sherlock promised he would never leave again to a dangerous case without warning anyone besides John. Apparently, that day both of them had their phones with no charge, and Mrs. Hudson, trying to call John and Sherlock and receiving no answer, called the police officer she knew due to Sherlock's cases: the Detective Inspector Lestrade.
John, tired of cameras following him all day long, asked the team to finish today's episode and tomorrow they would start again. Nodding, the person in charge of the second episode ordered to pack up the cameras and supports and they left soundlessly. Thanking God, John grabbed Sherlock's arm and lead them home. 'Carpe Diem' he thought.
If you don't know what carpe diem means, please watch Phineas and Ferb. They made a whole episode just about it (so-so)