All property is theft!
The chapter after next has a proper plot, I've been working on it all day, but I have to get there, so there will be these two setting scenes first.
Lucy however has gone back to work, so I should have time to work on it over the weekend.
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Jas xx
The moment Mycroft stopped talking, Keridwyn started hissing. She glared at the two brothers with horrified fascination. She had seen many battlefields, many war-zones, but she had never seen anyone as calculating as the Holmes brothers. She knew she needed to find John, warn him how dangerous his friend was, and beg him to leave Baker Street before they both ended up in the fridge or microwave.
She stretched out and changed to her demon form, it was easier to escape, and frankly she didn't think it mattered anymore. Keridwyn registered the shock on the faces of the Holmes brothers, then she charged towards Mycroft, travelling straight through him, and out of the car. Her now non-corporeal self-starting the search for her master.
"Well, I'm not ashamed to admit I wasn't expecting that" Mycroft told his brother a few stunned moments later. "Would you like to take a small wager on how long it will take her to locate Dr Watson?" he asked.
"You know I don't bet Mycroft, I will however take the game for fun, what is your assumption?" Sherlock replied, fixing his brother with a lopsided grin
"Given that little display of winged power, I would make it approximately thirty minutes" Mycroft sat back pleased with his deduction.
"Personally Mycroft I would guess about 2 or 3 minutes" Sherlock corrected in a self-important tone
"Really, how did you deduce that?" Mycroft asked genuinely puzzled
"Because she dived through the notebook in your jacket pocket." Sherlock smiled.
In reality it took Keridwyn more like an hour to get to John. She had indeed dived through Mycroft's bulging jacket pocket, collecting a myriad of information in the process, including an address of a warehouse in Bermondsey that Mycroft believed Sherlock had no knowledge of. However she didn't know whether her escape was another Holmes brothers bluff to get their hands on John's magical powers. She wasn't even sure if that's why they had kidnapped John in the first place. Or whether they had done it just to find information on Sherlock's flat-mate. She had felt she needed help, but was unwilling to go to the family, who would over react. She instead found some of her fellow demons, and sprites, normally they would be unwilling to help her in any mission like this and she was pleasantly surprised so many were happy to come and help her search for her wayward master.
However when Keridwyn reached the warehouse, she realized her precaution in bringing reserves had been over kill. No guards stood over John, and Sarah was missing entirely, her master sat blindfolded and gagged, tied to a chair in the middle of the empty warehouse. Sharp magical shocks were travelling out from his chair, probing each corner of his massive cell. Keridwyn changed to her normal form, the dexterous fingers better for this work, and carefully removed the gag and blindfold.
"John, Mr Holme's brother did this to you." She informed him, carefully untying his bonds.
"I know Keri, I know, what did you tell them?" John asked wearily standing, and massaging his wrists.
Keridwyn gave him a rundown of her adventures in the last 2 hours. Causing John to chortle and the confused look on Mycroft's face as she changed. As they walked out of the warehouse, they saw Mycroft's black Mercedes, parked nearby.
"Should we just walk in the opposite direction?" Keridwyn asked.
"Bugger that, they brought us out here, they can take us home again" John snapped, marching to the car and taking his seat, followed by the angry sprite.
John and Sherlock's argument had now lasted 5 hours, when they had returned to Baker Street, John had checked on Mycroft's assertion that Sarah had been returned to her own flat, unharmed minutes after the kidnapped. She hadn't been happy with his phone call, and even less happy with the Holmes's ridiculous games, but John was assured that she was unharmed. Then he had started shouting, Keridwyn had seen no reason to vanish tonight, Sherlock knew the worse about her, and frankly it was interesting. They had covered John's trust issues, which had led to Ella and her diagnoses, and Sherlock's opinion she was an idiot. That had led to Sherlock's belief that everyone but himself was an idiot, and after a very short time his constant experiments with John's feelings. However the tempo of the argument was stilling and Keridwyn was beginning to get bored. She had been lying flat out on the sofa still in her human form. However she was uncomfortable and so decided to prowl in her demon form for a bit, she had assumed the flat-mates had been ignoring her, but as soon as she changed, Sherlock leapt a foot in the air.
"And what is she?" he yelled again, pointing at Keridwyn
"Sherlock! 'She' has a name, you've spent the day with Keri, don't be so rude" John admonished; however all he earned was the demons attempts at affection, as she rubbed against his legs in a cat like way.
"I'm a battle sprite Mr Holmes." She explained, leaping up onto the back of John's chair, practicing with the idea of being a domestic pet. Sherlock flopped down in his chair, opposite her, his argument with John forgotten.
"Explain it to me?" he asked swapping his vision between demon and master.
OK you know where the next chapter is going now.
TBC
Loving you all
Jas xx