I really don't have much to say about this chapter... More than it was unexpected it turned out like this. Wow. Hope you will like it. Please remember to review, I love reviews. They are the best thing in the world. (;
edit: Shit, I forgot to put up warnings! Well here they are: Mentions of sex and a lot of swearing!
xoxo ~ erithwolf
John pushed his way through the large crowds of people in the small pub. He hadn't been at a pub for five or six years. The last time he had been at a pub, he had been so depressed and so drunk that he had passed out. Tonight he promised himself he wouldn't do the same thing again. He would just take a beer or a glass of wine and sip on it.
"You can sit here if you'd like..." a woman's voice said to John and he felt a soft hand grip his arm. He turned around to her, she was around his age, short-light blond hair and a very cute face with inviting, blue eyes. She patted an empty barstool beside her and John sunk down on it.
"My name is Mary." she said with an outstretched hand, smiling cutely. Her hair curls bounced slightly when she reached out her hand. John thought she was the cutest woman he had ever seen. John took her hand and shook it slightly.
"The name is John." he said with a smile and sat down beside her and ordered a beer. "Thank you for giving this seat to me. This pub sure is crowded." he said and took a sip of the beer. She took a few sips of her raspberry drink, then she smiled at him.
"No problem. This pub's always crowded on Fridays. But... What are such a handsome man as you doing here on a Friday night? I mean, by the looks of you, you should have someone to be with." Mary said with her cheeks a bit flushed. John blushed a little and cleared his throat before answering.
"Thank you. And don't worry. I have my reasons for being here." he replied, thinking of Sherlock for a second before letting the thoughts of him go away. He didn't bother to care about Sherlock right now, he just wanted to take a rest from him... Maybe he didn't do it the right way. Ah. Whatever. They were not exactly married, so to speak... Though he missed Astrid. Ah, whatever (again) He would go home later - right now, he was going to focus on having fun without worries.
"I see. So, what do you do for a living?" Mary asked while she poked in her drink with those small, decorative umbrellas. John drank of his beer.
"I'm a companion to a private detective, but I work as a nurse as well. Former army doctor in Afghanistan." John replied and gave her a flirty smile. He didn't intend to flirt with her, but she was so cute so it was hard to resist.
"Wow. Seen a lot of war then?" Mary said with her eyebrows perked.
"Yes and death too." John added with a shrug, thinking of an old army mate. "I saw my friend dying." he added, more quiet.
"Oh no. That must have been horrible for you. I am so sorry." Mary said with a sudden stroke on his shoulder. John shrugged again.
"It is alright. It was seven years ago, I'm doing fine now." he said softly and smiled at her.
"Still, it must have been pretty hard." she said.
"It was hard at the beginning and some years after that, but I have come over it." he said and sipped at his beer again. "Actually, I haven't been at the pub since I came home from Afghanistan." he added.
"Oh, I see." Mary said, moving closer to John with a cute smile on her lips. John drank up his beer, feeling a bit fuzzy in his head but still not too much to call himself drunk.
"Would you like another?" Mary asked and John nodded.
"Why not." he smiled and she ordered a beer and a bowl with peanuts to them. John took a handful of peanuts and put them in his mouth, savouring the salty taste.
"What are you going to do after this evening at the pub?" Mary asked. John drank some of the beer.
"I don't know. Go home probably." he said.
"Where do you live? Mind if I join you?" she asked, John almost choked on his beer.
"Wow-er-well... No, I don't think that's a good idea. My companion is a bit... grumpy at times." John said nervously and shifted on his seat.
"Grumpy? In what way?" Mary asked.
"Shit, she probably thinks I'm gay now... Wait... I'm bisexual, since I have had sex with a man. Oh well." John thought, biting his lips.
"Well, he doesn't like visitors." John said, trying to change subject to talk about something else than Sherlock.
"Okay, but, uh... Maybe we can go to my apartment then instead?" Mary suggested and John nodded.
"Sure. Why not." he said and Mary raised herself from the seat. "Shall we go then?" she asked.
"Already?" John asked with a frown.
"Yes. Why not? I find it hard to talk here without screaming." she said and John laughed.
"That's true." he said and got up from his seat, wobbled a little by doing so.
"Did I take too much drinks after all?" he thought irritated. Mary gripped his hand and they went out from the pub to catch a cab.
"Would you like to have wine? Or cider?" Mary asked as she walked around in the kitchen, looking for the said stuff.
"Cider sounds good." John said, he was sitting in the expensive leather sofa in the enormous living room. Mary was rich, very rich. He could hear her mess around in the kitchen, looking for the cider and glasses. Eventually, she returned to him and served him cider.
"Thank you." he said politely and she just smiled at him.
"No problem John." she said as she sat down beside him, faced towards him.
"So, what do you do for a living?" John asked Mary and she giggled.
"I work as a lawyer." she replied, drinking the cider.
"Lawyer? Wow. Not bad." John said, frowning impressed.
"Ah thank you." she said, apparently flattered and took a sip of the good tasting cider.
"No problem." John said, scratched his nose – unsure of what to talk about. He didn't want to tell her anything about Sherlock, since it would destroy everything.
"Everything? What the hell have I intended with this anyway?" John thought, cursing himself.
"So... Do you have someone dear to you?" Mary asked softly, blinking with her long eyelashes at John.
"Fuck." John thought. He had hoped to avoid this question.
"I do, though... we have been fighting." John said, really trying to avoid the whole thing but Mary looked more interested than before.
"Oh. So that's why you went to the pub?" she asked.
"Yeah, that's right." John said.
"I see. How long have you been together?" Mary asked.
"Not that long." John lied. Truthfully speaking; they had been together almost a year now.
"How long?" Mary asked, playing with her finger at the edge of the glass.
"About a month or so." John said carelessly.
"So not that long then..." Mary said thoughtfully, putting the glass to her lips, drinking the liquid.
"No." John said shortly, thinking of Sherlock's dark curls and sweet smile. What was he doing, really? Hadn't he been in love with the lanky man?
"Would you like to try someone new?" Mary asked, twinkling with her eyes.
John swallowed and looked at her.
"I don't know." he said, speaking the truth. She sighed and drank more of her cider which John did as well.
"What's her name then?" she asked a bit jealously.
"Oh... Uh... Her name is Sherlotte." he replied, scratching his chin and feeling his brain going even more fuzzy. Maybe he should stop drinking alcohol and go home instead of being here at this random woman's house...
"Sherlotte? That's an unusual name." she said.
"Yeah, uh, she is from... Italy." John lied.
"Wow okay. How did you meet?" Mary asked curiously, moving closer to John.
"I met her at the tub." John said, quickly coming up with a lie. He would be an expert at lying after this...
"Cool. Well, love come in different shapes." she said, sighing a little.
"Yeah... It does..." John said awkwardly, thinking of how much right it was. His love had come in two shapes, a human and a wolf. Darn, he missed Sherlock. What was he doing here?
"Would you like to try something new instead of Sherlotte from Italy?" Mary asked, twinkling with her eyelashes again.
"Er... I don't know. I should go home." John said, trying to raise himself up from the sofa but Mary stopped him.
"No please, don't go. We don't have to do anything. Just... cuddling or something. I don't know." she begged.
"Cuddling? By God woman, you are desperate." John snorted, quickly going up from the sofa. Mary got up as well and stopped him from going anywhere.
"No please!" she said with tears in her eyes. "Don't leave me. I'm so lonely." she added and John felt empathy tugging at his heart. He knew what it was to be alone.
"If you are lonely, why do you want to get laid? Find some other hobby." John said before shaking her off. Mary gritted her teeth.
"Wow, that was nasty of you!" she hissed but grabbed his arm again. "But I still want you to stay. Please."
"Why? Get someone else." John snarled, wobbling a little, but she still held his arm.
"You are too drunk to go anywhere anyway." she snorted and brought him back to the sofa. "I don't think Sherlotte would be happy to see you drunk." she added and filled his glass with cider.
"I don't want to drink more." John tried to say but his words came out as slurs. Damn, the alcohol had started to take over him. Mary leaned over him and carefully kissed his cheek. She sure had soft lips... quite inviting to speak the truth... John thought, feeling his pants harden. Had she stopped something in the cider? Viagra? His member started to hurt awkwardly as it got harder and harder. He let out a moan when her hand suddenly touched him there.
Shit...What's happening... he thought when he automatically started to undress himself. She did it as well and suddenly they were lying naked over each other. He felt hypnotized by her, although he had no idea why. It was like his whole world revolved around her. The alcohol clouded his mind as he started to kiss her whole body, and then his world was filled with a bright, white light...
Beep... beep... beep... beep... beep... beep...
"John... Where... are... you... John... Come... back... please..." Sherlock thought over and over again while the beeping noises kept ravaging his fragile mind. He tried to take a deep breath but his lungs ached when doing so. Instead, he held his breath and slowly felt how his heart started to beat irregular.
Beep!Beep!Beep!Beep!
Someone pushed a defibrillator against his chest, making his body jump by the sudden electricity and his heart to toss around in his chest. Someone screamed his name - beeping noises everywhere – a shout – hurry hurry hurry! - don't give up!
"Yes... I want to give up... John isn't here with me... He is gone... Away... He won't come back..."
Revive him – Use this, use that! - Don't let him go away again! - BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP! - CRACKLE CRACKLE BZZT – SHERLOCK COME BACK!
Darkness everywhere. A sudden light. Silhouette of something... Of someone... John... No... That's not John... Or... Is it? John... John with... Astrid and... with... the baby... His baby... Their baby... Their children. So beautiful... So young... Laughing... Astrid is laughing... Daddy I love you... Daddy come back to us please... We don't want you dead...
"But I don't want to live... I don't want to live without him. He is my being... My whole life... My heart can't beat without him..."
"But daddy... You got to live... For me, and for my sibling... Please... Live for us?"
"No... I can't... Without John... There is just no point... No point in breathing... No point in staying alive... He is my beat... The beat that keep me alive... And.. Now he is.. gone..."
BZZZT BZZT! - His body can't take more of this, if we don't revive him with this last blast... I'm afraid we will loose him... Forever. - BZZTZTT!
John woke up, grunting at the exploding headache. He smacked with his tongue and felt like throwing up when he tasted the foul taste of old alcohol in his mouth.
"Good morning sweetie." Mary said to him as she laid right in front of him.
"I'm.. not your sweetie." John grunted, his words sluggish as he tried to get up from the bed and hurry the hell out of there, but something stopped him. Something soft that was wrapped around him. A tail. A white tail with grey spots. What-the-sodding-fuck.
"What the hell are you? A fucking werecat or what the fuck?" John cursed and struggled out of her grip.
"I am... That's why I'm so lonely." Mary said, purring and licking John's cheek.
"For fuck sake. Get away. I have my man to get back to." John growled and pushed her away while wobbling up from the bed.
"Oh no, you're not going anywhere my Johnny." Mary said and wrapped her tail around his legs.
"Oh hell yeah I am!" John snarled and tried to punch her, but she easily avoided the attack.
"How do you things even exist? I don't fucking understand!" John shouted and fell down on the floor, hitting his butt badly.
"Ouch! Damn it!" he cursed and Mary giggled.
"You're so cute... You remind me so much of a hedgehog." she smiled and helped him to get up.
"I am no hedgehog, sod it! Just let me go!" John snarled as he remembered everything from the last night. Shit. He had... had sex with her. Hell.
"No, I won't let you go. You're my tiny little hedgehog pet now." Mary giggled and kissed his nose. John pushed her away.
"No!" he shouted angrily, fumbling for something to hit her with and find a pot. He threw it in what he thought was her head and she fell down unconscious on the floor.
"I need to get out of here..." John thought as he hurried with putting on his clothes. Then he wobbled out of the house and found himself not knowing where the hell he was. He put up his phone and called Anderson. The other man answered in one second.
"Why in hell are you calling me, you piece of shit?" Anderson hissed angrily on the line.
"Oh-er... Sorry Anderson but... I uhm... I think I got raped tonight.. and uh... I don't know where I...!" the call was cut off.
"Shit!" John thought a bit panicked, staring at the screen before putting it back in his pocket. Anderson had seemed very upset, his voice had cracked up too. Was the man crying? John didn't know and he couldn't care less now. He needed to get home. A cab drove by and he screamed after it. The car stopped and John hurried his way in.
"221B Baker Street, London." he said to the driver and they instantly drove away.
John ran into the apartment and up the stairs.
"Sherlock! Astrid! Mrs. Hudson!" he shouted as he entered the apartment with his breath still in his throat.
Mrs. Hudson came out from her bedroom with Astrid in her arms.
"What are you doing here, you monster?" she shrieked and John stared at her. "Get out! Get out! We don't want you here!" Mrs. Hudson screamed between her sobs and chased after him with a broom. John ran out from the apartment with millions of questions running around his head. He put his phone up again and called Anderson.
"Just tell me where Sherlock is. Where the hell is Sherlock?" he babbled.
"Hospital, and it is all your fucking fault! I hate you John, I hate you!" Anderson shouted and then cut off the call, once again. John dried sweat off his forehead before catching another cab, he knew exactly which hospital it was.
"St. Barts hospital." he said to the driver. The driver nodded, gave him an insane smile and looked at him through the rear-view mirror. He had very black, empty eyes. Eyes with the colour of death and hatred. John's stomach twisted and his heart started to beat frantically as he recognized those eyes. Moriarty. Moriarty had returned.