A/N: Possible and definite future plot points. Enjoy!
• more Lestrade
• John's book launch
• disguises
• more of Jim and Seb
• Magic
• Sally and Andy
• The Final Confrontation
• Fall 2.0
If you figure out what Sherlock meant in the previous chapter PM me and Ill tell you if you are correct or not.
They say an invisible scarlet thread joins those destined to meet, regardless of the time, the place or the circumstance. The thread may tangle or stretch but it will never break. My best friend, to whom this and all books are dedicated once told me, "There's a scarlet thread of murder running through the colourless skein of life, and our duty is to unravel it, and isolate it, and expose every inch of it"
Two threads of scarlet bound us together and although one has broken, the other will never break or snap. Even though he is gone, we will still be forever bound by this invisible scarlet thread. I used to worry what people would think, I'm not gay but I did love Sherlock Holmes. He was my flatmate, my best friend, my brother and I am not ashamed to admit that.
This was the hardest book to write. Because of the final story. The final problem, puzzle for Sherlock Holmes. I hope I have done both it and him justice.
Till Hounds,
John H. Watson.
"What did the publisher say, John?"
"Not much, she cried mostly. She's looking forward to Hounds, which I better finish, god knows Memoirs has taken me forever" Mary moved to sit next to the love of her life. "Understandably, it was an emotional story. When you read it to me the other night, I cried too. Oh John..you must miss him so much. You write about him so beautifully and with such emotion." John felt tears sting his eyes and pulled her close. "Yes I do miss him, very much. Though this whole book thing, he probably would have hated it. I mean he hated my blogging."
"Yes I remember you saying"
John gave quiet chuckle. "And yet he was constantly interested in what I was writing. I think he was flattered. But annoyed that the cases came through my site and not his. Though.. I lied" Mary looked up into his eyes, content in her position against John's chest. "About what?" John looked away, smiling, sadness in his eyes. "I told him no one reads his blog. Well, people did obviously. But I read his blog. How else would I know about his 240 types of tobacco ash. No..wait 243." Mary caressed his arm.
"Do.. do you mind?"
"Mind what?"
"When I talk about him, write about him. Do..do you mind? You aren't jealous? I mean we weren't a couple, no matter what anyone else thinks but..whenever I tried to have a relationship with a woman, it never lasted, because, well I guess because my friendship with Sherlock Holmes was stronger."
"Oh John" Mary turned in his arms and kissed him, wrapping her arms around him. "Of course I don't mind. You cared about him so much, the sort of friendship you two had was very rare. How could I ever hate you or be jealous of such a thing? You love me don't you?"
"More than anything"
"Than thats all that matters, my brave soldier. So stop worrying."
"Is that an order?"
A smile, a cheeky grin. "Thats right soldier" She tapped his nose. John saluted her with his free hand and then stroked her cheek. "Permission to snog?"
"Granted."
Sebastian constantly worried about the mind or rather sanity of his employer. Day by day, week by week he seemed to be unravelling, his mind fraying. His empire was falling, taken down piece by piece, brick by brick, till soon only the foundation would remain. But all Jim was concerned about was Sherlock Holmes. Sebastian had hoped, turning him over to the Black Lotus would be the end of it. Yes, he had agreed that they might take him in once he was throughly broken and then decapitate, or slash his throat, in front of his friends. But that had never happened. No, Jim got distracted and Sherlock got rescued. Sebastian could only hope he never recovered from his ordeal.
There was a loud smashing sound, coming from the living room. The sniper put down his rifle, and polishing cloth, and took out his hand gun, running towards Jim. The television lay smashed against the floor, the consulting criminal sitting cross legged in his chair in front of it. Completely calm, despite the blood that trickled down his cheek.
"Jim?"
"Oh hello Seb, could you get me another glass of wine?" Sebastian took the empty glass, pouring his employer his desired drink and handing him back the glass. "What did you do with the telly?" Jim's hand went up to his cheek, one finger wiping away the red liquid. He then placed said digit in his mouth, sucking off the blood. Jim then sipped his wine and smiled sweetly.
"I disagreed with it"
Dear Normund,
I haven't heard from you in some time. Your blog is still regularly updated but you have not sent me any new mail. Have I offended you? I can't think how I could have but sometimes things can get lost in translation. I hope you aren't ignoring me or have given up on writing. I hope that you are simply busy or even better that perhaps you have found your friend.
Im not sure if you got either of my books. I hope you did, I would love to know what you thought. Feedback is always helpful. I have just finished my third. It was supposed to be The Hounds of Baskerville but I had been working on another at the same time. Writing a little story here and there. But it was never able to be finished. Until now. Cause the bloody final story, I just couldn't write it. Every time I tried something stopped me.
But it's done now. When it's published, do you want me to send it to you? Please let me know you're ok. I worry, I lost one friend and Im not willing to lose another.
John Watson.
"He's sent you another email. Do you want to reply to this one?" Sherlock glanced over at the computer sitting on the desk. "What does it say?" Mycroft quickly read out the contents. "He's worried about you, or rather Normund, think's he's offended you." Oh John I should never have contacted you. "No." Molly looked surprised, as did Mycroft and Irene.
"You're just going to ignore him? He might suspect something!"
"Relax Mycroft, theres a box on the bedside table. Get it for me." Mycroft stood, striding over to the bedside table, pleased his brother was talking more and beginning to sound like his old self. Still quiet, still soft spoken but his stubbornness and rudeness was beginning to seep through. Mycroft picked up the small deep red box. It was covered in fabric, a rich tapestry of colour stitched into the red. Obviously Chinese and the strange chiming that he heard as he walked, told him what they were.
Irene's eyebrows rose. "The monks gave you those.."
"Give them to John. Write a note or something. Package them as if they were from China...please Mycroft."
"Are you sure about this?"
"Yes." No.
"Very well"
A few days later John received a package in the mail. It was from China. Excitement and confusion swept through him. He wandered inside with the parcel, Lily and James jumping up and down asking him what was inside. The whole family, because it felt like a family to John, crowded around the doctor as he opened the package. A small red fabric box lay inside with a note sitting on the top.
John,
Thank you for the books. I hope this will do in response. They are from an old monastery and at least one hundred years old. Well loved and well used.
N.S
:)
John smiled and put the note in his jacket pocket before opening the little cloth box. Nestled inside on smooth red velvet, were two Chinese worry balls. Silver, decorated intricately with dancing dragons. John picked one up, listening and feeling it chime in his hand. Thanks Normund, these are just what I needed. How on earth did you know? But you always seem to know the right thing to say to cheer me up.
Well, it's done, I finally wrote it. The Reichenbach Fall. The story about Sherlock's..fall. About his death, finally the true story has been told. It will come out in The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes, it's the last story in the book. Once this is released I'll finish Hounds. My publisher has talked about a book launch, thats something to look forward to.
Thanks for your kind words and support and hope you all enjoy reading the books.