John awoke around 7am the next morning, expecting to be awoken to the sounds of Sherlock's violin however the flat was oddly quiet.
The doctor yawned as he ran a hand through his hair and slid out of bed, reaching for his slippers but they weren't there and that was when he realized what was wrong.
This wasn't their flat at all.
And this wasn't John's room which explained his missing slippers.
The man stood silently just staring around this strange room for a few moments before he finally worked up the courage to explore the house.
It turned out the house was quite small and plain yet John found it almost cozy. However he smiled as he saw the large Christmas tree in the living room which added a splash of colour to the whole room. They didn't have one in their flat; Sherlock had said it was too much of a mess for just one season, much to John's disappointment.
However that smile soon disappeared as Sherlock came running in, not looking happy "What is going on John?" he demanded as if John had any more of a clue than he did.
"I have no idea…maybe we've been kidnapped?" he suggested
Sherlock walked over to the windows and pulled back the curtains, revealing scenery that definitely was not London. Now they appeared to be in some small, English town that looked nothing like their home.
A sign caught his attention which told them their location.
'Coventry' it read.
"John…"
John stopped looking at the Christmas tree and went over to stand at the window beside Sherlock, his mouth dropping open as he looked outside.
"Something is…very wrong here."
This prompted Sherlock to start pacing "How could this have happened?" he suddenly paused, his pale eyes widening with realization "Moriarty. He's the only person with enough power to do this."
John gave a snort "Of all the things he could have been doing, you think he decided to relocate us in the middle of the night to Coventry. What's the point?"
Sherlock wrung his hands together thoughtfully "Yes, what is his motive? What does he get out of this?"
"Amusement?" John suggested as he went to have a look in the kitchen, hoping whoever normally lived here had some decent food.
"No. My brother is the kind of person to derive pleasure out of my discomfort. Moriarty however is above that. If he did this then he must have a reason." Sherlock mused to himself "But what is it?"
A few minutes later John returned to the living room with a plate of toast and two cups of tea.
"Cuppa?" John asked as he sat down on the brown sofa near the Christmas tree and put the plate and cups down on the coffee table.
Sherlock looked up from his thinking for a moment and nodded, moving to sit beside John and picked up a cup.
The two men were quietly content for a moment whilst John ate and Sherlock drank his tea however Sherlock soon stood up again and started snooping around for clues on who was supposed to be living here.
Minutes later a joyful Sherlock returned, carrying a bundle of papers in his hands.
John looked up "You look happy, you didn't find a corpse did you?"
"No. But I found some paperwork which is rather intriguing." He pushed the stack towards John and sat beside him.
John put down his tea and picked up the papers, surprised to find that he couldn't read them. His vision appeared to be blurry.
"Something wrong?" Sherlock questioned as John rubbed his eyes and blinked repeatedly.
"I…I don't understand. I can't read them."
A small smirk appeared on Sherlock's face "Didn't you go to school John? You learn to read there." He teased
John scowled "I mean I can't physically see them you smart ass."
Sherlock's eyebrows furrowed and he got up again and searched around the house until he returned with a pair of black glasses.
"Here. Maybe Moriarty impaired your vision whilst he was doing whatever the hell this is."
"I've never needed to wear glasses in my life." John said however he picked them up anyway and put them on, incredibly surprised when he found the pages in his lap to now be crystal clear.
He pushed this odd discovery to the side and focused his attention on the pages and soon wished he hadn't.
On the first page was a name of a casting company and then right in the center was a large black and white picture of John.