AN: Oh no I'm breaking my own rules on this one. I'll go back to my previous arrangement of more random snippets later. That said, I hope you like Narnia.
Into the Street
Doctor John Watson had just finished his therapy session with his therapist and he felt that he was still getting nowhere. Write a blog, she had said, write all that happens to you, and she was serious. Even though everyday was unbelievably boring. He shook his head laughing to himself, at the poor woman stuck with helping him, at himself, at the slow moving world-Whoomph. He did not know that the car had been coming until it hit him. The last thing he knew was that the light from the lamppost was rather beautiful.
To be Lost and Cold
He felt a dampness on his cheek, oh no, he had been crying again, it was freezing. He rolled over feeling even colder and a light shone down into his eyes. He blinked and sat up, blinking some more, his hands met with snow, there was so much snow and so many pine trees, his surroundings did not look a thing like London. Except for the lamppost, that was mildly comforting. He was just beginning to panic when the low strain of a violin met his ears.
Welcome to the Hovel
John stood and shakily began walking through the snow following an amazing enchanting melody. Surely whoever was creating that sound could help him. He found a strange little door that belonged to a building that appeared to be about to fall down. He knocked and the door swung open almost immediately. A tall man in a long black coat and a red scarf stood in the doorway, he also had a violin tucked under his chin; he smiled and resumed playing the instrument.
Just like a Christmas Present
The tall man led John into his home, there was not far to go, for the building was very small. Yet a fire was blazing and there were nice chairs sitting before it, John was a very happy man. The stranger sat, never missing a beat on his violin, they had not even spoken or exchanged greetings, but John felt nice and safe. The bow stopped,
"You are human?"
"Of course I am silly." The man looked irritated but his face changed and he chuckled. He gazed at John thoughtfully, "Shall I play another?"
"Please."
No More Music
John had never become so sleepy so quickly. He usually relied on sleeping pills or tea, it must be the violin, he thought. Wait, he did not even know the musician's name. He forced his eyes open, the man appeared apprehensive but he smiled slightly.
"What's your name?" John slurred. The man looked away then his eyes shifted back, "Sherlock." He put the violin in the case at his feet. "Go to sleep human." He said.
"I'm John, you saved my life." He mumbled.
"Did I?" asked Sherlock but John was already snoring.
Dealing with Psychopaths
Sherlock stared at his guest; he never imagined that it would be so easy to manipulate someone to come into his home. He studied the human's face, it looked harmless but there was something about it, it was full of trust and contentment. Lying blissfully unconscious. He cocked his head maybe he should keep it, that way they could become friends. John would never hurt him. He changed his plans, he needed to wake John up, and they needed to leave. Who knew what would happen if he fell into the wrong hands.
Never Ending Snow
Sherlock panted and ran dragging a gasping John behind him, they were fleeing through the snow.
"Sherlock!" Sherlock kept running wondering if all humans were this slow,
"Sherlock!"
"What?" He growled.
"What's happening, where are we going?" John shouted wasting more breath.
"We must hurry." The sound of bells froze his heart. It was too late.
Bad Winter
"Where were you going, Sugar?" Moriarty purred, as his sled with bells hanging off the sides, slid next to where John and Sherlock stood.
"I was bringing you this." He replied pushing John to his knees.
"Nice try Sher-lock." He clicked his tongue on the last syllable and stood in the sled. He easily stepped down frowning at how far his foot sank in the snow. He grabbed John by the hair and forced his head back to see his eyes. "I forgive you." He grinned speaking only to Sherlock. John shivered violently.
Warmth
Moriarty wrapped John in his cloak and pulled John into his sled.
"There, there pet, let's get you warmed up." He crooned as a loving mother would.
"Please don't kill him." Sherlock croaked, watching Moriarty bundle him up. A spell had been cast so that he could not move, only watch, as John was taken from him.
"Kill him?" he shrieked, "Heavens no, not yet anyway." He laughed and John chortled beside him. He too was under a spell but it caused him to act like an idiot. "We're going to have such fun!" The sled took off.
Last Hope
After a good, well bad, three hours the spell wore off and Sherlock was able to move again. He knew what he had to do; he had to find the lion, Lestrade.
Hunters
Sherlock and Lestrade found Moriarty's lair and quickly dispatched of his guard, the wolves didn't stand a chance against Lestrade's savage teeth and claws. They met with adversity when they discovered the evil wizard holding a dagger to John's throat.
"Give us the human, James." Lestrade rumbled.
"I'm only going to bleed him a little." He smiled wide. The dagger moved across John's throat.
"No!" Sherlock screamed,
"Whoops my hand slipped." John's body went limp and Moriarty dropped him. He licked the blood-smeared blade and spat. "That didn't taste very good." Grimacing he kicked John in the head.
Vital Signs
"Stay with us John!" Sherlock shouted pressing his fingers against John's neck. Blood drenched his latex gloves but he refused to let this man die. The emergency vehicle roared as it raced to the nearest hospital. Sherlock kept pressure on the worst visible wound and monitored his heartbeat. He didn't think posing, as a paramedic, would mean he would actually have to save someone. He kept talking to John. He said Christmas was coming and didn't anyone ever tell him to look both ways before crossing the street? John's lips twitched up. Definitely London.
The end.
AN2: I didn't do a very good job of describing Sherlock as a faun because then he would lose his lovely long legs, so he could be any creature really, who knows what John's mind could come up with. Again thank you for reading and happy Thanksgiving!