Authors Note: Hi, I am FINALLY posting this (Short) chapter... I've been really busy wit exams and studying. I would like to answer a few reviews while I'm doing this...

BlindViolinist: Thank you for your tips :3 I actually just fixed that inconsistency, so thanks for letting me know! As for John, I actually have changed chapter four a bit because I wanted to take your suggestion into account, so you should skim it again to put this chapter into context. Oh, Johns life will be addressed in the upcoming chapters more, as the previous chapters have been focused on Sherlock and John. Now I am branching out into their separate storylines for a while.
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John had no intention of following Chelsea until he felt something sharp against his back. He could hear Sherlock breathing quietly as he watched as John was escorted into the room by one of Chelsea's helpers. He glanced back to see a woman of about 20 pressing a knife blade against his back. She pushed him into the room and shut the door. Now John was alone with the sociopathic teenage genius. Yay. As if reading his thoughts, Chelsea spoke up.

"He's not really a sociopath, you know. He's just special." She said this in a mocking tone. "Don't you think so, pining John?"

"I'm not pining" John protested. "What are you talking about?"

"A little sapling of a crush. That it is for the time being, Johnny. But soon I do believe it will blossom into a tall pine, and then a veritable forest. With my help. I do, of course, ship it." She laughed and flopped back onto her bed.

"Ship?" John asked. Chelsea nodded.

"Like relationship. Get it?"

"Yes. Did you make it up?" Chelsea laughed again, shaking her head.

"No, of course not. Anyway, I love playing games. One of my favorite being god. And since I'm so benevolent, I will help you and my brother to live a long and happy life. As long as you help me."

"I don't have a crush on him!" John said. "But I would like to know the catch."

"You help me escape while Sherls helps me take out the SSSUK. I must honor my dear guardians wishes."

"How would I help you?"

"I'll tell you, John. Nothing's in your control anymore. End game is simple. I get to leave the country on good terms and feel good because I took down a huge web of spying and killing, and you get your Sherly. Agreed?"

"Do I have a choice?" John asked. "And please, don't manipulate Sherlock into liking me." Chelsea laughed.

"Of course not." She said.

"Which?"

"Both." She glanced at the door. "Time's up, love. You won't be seeing Sherly for a little while. Sorry about that one. Don't worry, he'll be head over heels in a few weeks. You'll see him when we get this sorted. See you, dear!" She tossed her hair and hopped up, motioning for John to follow her out of the door. "Now, John, goodbye." John stepped out of the flat and into the afternoon sunlight. He stared back at the door, which now seemed like the portal into some other world. Shaking his head, John started walking home. He wondered again about Sherlock. Chelsea was a genius. It was hard to deny her theories. John let Sherlock enter his brain. There they were, sipping mint tea on Sherlocks couch. Sherlock was smiling at John... John shook his head. This was ridiculous. But there was something pushing in from the back of his mind. A little voice was whispering that maybe, just maybe, he liked Sherlock Holmes.

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"Your turn Sherly!" Piped Chelsea. She disappeared into the small room. Sherlock followed, feeling just a tiny bit strange. The whole thing was too strange. And now John had left. He followed Chelsea into the room and found her standing on her bed with her fingers pressed against the ceiling. "Hey Sherly!" She called.

"My name is Sherlock."

"Sherly suits you." Chelsea said, dropping onto the bed. Sherlock watched her intently. She gave off a confident air but her chewed up fingers told a different story. She obviously had some plan.

"What do you want?" Sherlock asked. It was better just to ascertain the purpose than to participate in Chelsea's mind game conversation.

"You. I want you to work with me and Mycroft to take down the SSUK. It's a four person job, but I'm easily worth two, so don't worry. You and your brother will stay here for a week or so. Meanwhile, your boyfriend out there will be helping arrange my flight to and accommodations in Sweden. I learned Swedish and Russian the other day, but I quite prefer Sweden, so that's my first choice."

"Why would I help you?" Sherlock asked.

"You and boyfriend and brother have no choice, I'm afraid."

"Or?"

"You watch boyfriend die and then spend the rest of your short existence breaking." She was surprisingly terrifying standing over him and hissing this. She was obviously deadly serious. Sherlock filed his fear away and looked into his little sister's eyes.

"He's not my boyfriend." Chelsea said nothing but raised an eyebrow and opened a laptop that was sitting on her nightstand. There was an image which was was displaying a flat. No, a video. It was Johns flat, he was sure.

"You keep an eye on Johnny while I get Mycroft." Chelsea jumped down from her bed and swept out of the room, closing the door behind her. Sherlock was alone. He stared at the screen. In the top corner, it read Locked on to mobile device of: JHW. Sherlock touched the arrow keys. Much to his surprise, the camera responded. He zoomed in on Johns door. He wasn't entirely sure when he fell asleep, only that John was definitely in his dream, as well as his flat.