Chapter 19
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The moment Moriarty told John he could go to Sherlock he wasted no time in getting to him. He silently willed the taxi driver to go faster as he seemed to creep through the streets of London. "Can't you go any faster?" he eventually asked unable to contain himself any longer.
"Going as fast as possible mate, traffic this time of day is a nightmare. You either sit and wait or you get out and walk," the driver snapped.
John sighed but forced himself to say nothing logically he knew it would take much longer if he attempted to walk or even run there. He jumped as his phone rang in his hand. "Hello?" he asked urgently.
"Hello Doctor Watson. Have you spoken to my brother? Perhaps you can tell me what he is hiding from me as he wont speak to me. I don't like it when he doesn't speak to me. We have had too many insistences of that in the past. If you could kindly tell me what is going on it would be most appreciated," Mycroft said.
"Everything's fine Mycroft look I've got to go I'll talk to you later okay," he said making to hang up he couldn't deal with this right now.
"Tell me what is going on Doctor Watson. You know I always find out so spare me the trouble of finding out and tell me," he said with a bit of an edge to his tone. After what he had witnessed outside the hospital he knew something had happened between the two of them. He knew better than most the many shortcomings of his little brother but he had tried as best he could to shield him from the world he claimed to know so much about yet Mycroft knew understood so little of.
"We had a bit of a falling out but everything is fine, not that it is any of your business," John said evenly as he looked out the window suppressing a groan as they were still too far away.
"It is always my business Doctor Watson. Where it concerns my brother's welfare it is always my business. Do not tell him I said that. I would never hear the end of it, he would become if possible even more insufferable. Sort things out with Sherlock, you are good for him and amazingly I think he is good for you too. Good day Doctor Watson," he said hanging up.
John couldn't help the wave of frustration that washed over him. He hated that both Sherlock and Mycroft told him what to do. He hated that Mycroft interfered in things that had nothing to do with him but he had to admit his concern for Sherlock was nice to see. He couldn't help but think the Holmes brothers were more alike than they realised as neither had quite grasped the correct way to handle their emotions.
"Thank God," John muttered when they eventually got to the warehouse. He threw the fare at the driver not caring about the change. He could have sworn he heard the driver telling him to 'fuck off' as he drove off, bit of a cheek John felt as he'd given him at least a fiver tip in his haste to get out. Not that it mattered, nothing else mattered apart from getting to Sherlock.
His stomach churned as he saw Moriarty waiting outside the warehouse. "There you are, thought you had finally given up on our favourite consulting detective. You certainly took your time. I suppose you just got here when you could, he said shrugging.
Anger blazed in John's eyes. He only just managed to refrain himself from punching him as he didn't want to do anything that would make it take longer than absolutely essential to get to Sherlock. "Why are you still here?" John asked forcing himself not to shout.
"The door locks automatically behind you so I need to open the door but I can go if you would prefer," he said with a smirk.
"No, just, let me in," John asked not sure where it was going to go from there. His heart raced faster as he tried to imagine what was waiting for him in there.
"Bye, bye Doctor Watson, it's been my pleasure truly it has and say what you want you have enjoyed the thrill and the excitement of this. Too bad it was your supposed best friend and or lover, still not convinced there is nothing going on there got to say, that paid the price," Moriarty said as he opened the door for John before walking away.
John ran into the room blinking as the flickering lights that made it hard to focus on the room. "Sherlock?" he yelled trying to work out where he was. "Sherlock?" he yelled again his heart racing as he got no response. Where the hell was he? Why couldn't these lights stop flickering? The lights...of course the lights! Why was he being so slow when it was so crucial that he thought and acted quickly? "Sherlock can you hear me? I'm going to turn the lights out okay. Can you hear me? If you can could you shout out so I can find you?" he asked in a calm tone. He ran towards the light switch turning it off plunging them into darkness.
He pulled his phone out pressing any button on it to light up the screen to try and give him some light to search the area with.
Sherlock felt very shaky he had come round from the mild fit the lights had caused, he felt better now that the lights were out. "Go away John," Sherlock said coldly.
"Sherlock where are you? Let me help you? He asked.
"John I told you to leave me alone," he repeated, his tone cold and detached.
"Don't talk that way, come on lets get out of here," John said moving closer to Sherlock trying to tell himself it was the epilepsy making Sherlock act this way.
Sherlock moved towards the exit grateful that his mind was quickly clearing. After he and John were able to navigate their way out the warehouse John moved towards Sherlock. "Thank God you are okay, how are you feeling? We can get a taxi back to the flat," he said.
"John I have told you to leave me alone. You have made your thoughts and intentions clear now leave me alone," Sherlock hissed.
"That was, what I said, I didn't mean any of it. I am sorry really I am. I hated even having to say it but you have to know I didn't mean it. I was doing what Moriarty told me to do I was trying to keep you save. I didn't mean it, you have to know that," he said quietly.
"Perhaps, but that's nor just it," he said with that chilling distance he'd heard him use with so many others.
"What do you mean?" John asked carefully.
"You let it happen. You knew what allowing him to do that would do to me and you let it happen," he yelled.
"I didn't let it happen, I was trying to save you," he said quietly.
"You let it happen, you knew what letting that happen would do. You should have done anything to stop that from happening but you didn't you let him do it. You claim to be my best friend and I might not know a lot about friendship but I do know that friends don't let things like that happen but you did!" he hissed.
"Sherlock, please i'm sorry I know I never wanted to, it wasn't like that it wasn't i'm sorry," he pleaded with him.
"Just leave me alone John, you have more important things going on right now anyway so leave me alone," he said icily.
"What are you talking about?" he asked.
"You haven't told me so it must mean it matters, so come on tell me her name," he said coolly.
John stared at him in horror how could he know? Why was he doing this now? "Sherlock it's not like that, please can we go back to the flat and talk about this?" John pleaded.
"What is her name, don't I at least get to know the name of the girl you are planning to move in with?" he asked his cold eyes meeting John's.