Two chapters in a night, that's some kind of record here. We're hoping to post the third chapter today so, until then, enjoy.
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"Sherlock, why do you have the need of going after him?" Phil asked as he sat down on one of the plane's chair, his head hidden by his hands, tired of the discussion, which didn't seem to have an end.
"I need my doctor. He's the only person I have around to compliment me during my work; everyone else is so buried in grief and sadness. They're boring." Sherlock rolled his eyes and motioned with his hands dramatically as he walked back and forth through the private's plane small hall.
Phil only sighed, it's not as if he could discuss with the man. That was the exact reason why he was being called to be a part of the Avengers Initiative "Alright, alright, you win. We're going to get John." The wildest grin was on Sherlock's face. Phil had to admit, it scared him to no end.
"But we might, have a problem" Sherlock went on.
"And what would that be?"
"He, like the rest of the world, thinks I'm dead."
"Great."
Just what Phil needed, drama and explanations, but who was he to complain, if John Watson was the price of having the most brilliant mind working with SHIELD, then he would pay it. "Where is he?"
"221B Baker Street. I'd put your seatbelt on, Agent Coulson, we'll be landing in two minutes and a thirty six seconds."
John was just leaving his therapist, because even after a year Sherlock's death still bugged him. He could never bring himself to believe his friend would commit suicide just to keep his friends safe, he always has a plan, he's never reckless, even when he seems to be, every single step of his is completely planed out, so, no, no one will ever make him believe Sherlock didn't have a plan.
He walked to his apartment that he now shared with his girlfriend, Mary, just to find the door open and a man in a suit that seemed to be discussing with someone else.
"Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my house?!" John inquired as he stumped inside the house.
The man turned around looking at him surprised and another man, a taller one got into John's sight, making him go wide eyed and his legs feel weak. "Sherlock?" he whispered.
"Well, who else would you expect? And John, we've got to have a serious conversation later. Why on Earth did you leave Baker Street?! Do you know how hard it was to find you?! We had to ask for Mycroft's help, do you know how that feels to me?! It's Mycroft, John!"
John seemed at loss of words, his mouth opened and closed several times without knowing what to say, so he said the only thing that he went through his mind, "Sherlock", it was quiet, the man in the suit seemed to know better than talk in such a sensitive situation. "How?"
"Long story."
"Mrs. Hudson?"
"I went to Baker Street first, looking for you, she was there. Why did you leave her?"
"Why did you leave us?" Me.
Silence. John knew Sherlock wouldn't answer, but he had hoped he would. So he did what anyone sensible would do. Punch Sherlock.
"I suppose I deserved that." And much more, that's for sure, idiot.
John turned to the other man, "Who are you and what are you doing here?"
"Was expecting you two to take longer, but, anyway," the man rumbled to himself as he came closer to John and shook his hand "I'm Agent Coulson, I work for SHIELD and I'm here to recruit you to our Avenger initiative." The man - Coulson, John told himself – smiled kindly.
"What?" was the only think that came to his mind, which made Sherlock roll his eyes.
"Everything will be explained on the way, John. Now, let's go, I can't wait to leave this house. I don't like it here, couldn't you pick a better place, John? If not, stay?"
Watson only glared at his friend, making it very obvious that he'd better shut up or he'd be punched again.
"Don't wanna talk, that's fine by me, but let's move, because I won't stay stuck in this house for one more secon-"
The poor genius didn't even see it coming. He blacked out as John's fist hit his face.
"Thank you" Was all Coulson said.
"Believe, that wasn't even the beginning of what he is going to get later." John replied annoyed, Sherlock wasn't back for five minutes and he had already gotten him in the middle of another mess. Typical Sherlock. Oh God, he had missed the blue-eyed sociopath.
"Where's the car?"
The Agent left the house while saying, "The plane is on the roof of St Bartholomew's Hospital."
John lifted his thin and consequentially light friend and carried him outside. "I'm going to kill him when he wakes up"
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