Chapter 3
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Moriarty smiled at all of them.
"Did you know that you don't only do the same things or say the same things? One time, you have felt the other's pain. But that is a tale for later. You two used to do everything together. Much like you do now, you didn't always like the same things but you were always together." Moriarty said.
Moriarty looked out at the audience for a moment and then straight at John and Sherlock.
"You two are wrong, you know?" Moriarty said.
"Excuse me?" John asked.
"Separated you are wrong. Together you are right again." Moriarty said.
"I don't understand." Harry said.
"Then listen. Before John and Sherlock were reunited what were they like? Were they different? I'm not asking you about their college years. I'm talking about a week before they found each other again. No? No one wants to be so brutal as to tell them the truth?" Moriarty asked.
"Well, let us start with John. He had been serving in Afghanistan and been shot in the shoulder. Yet he returned with a limp and a hand tremor." Moriarty stated.
"Stop it." John said.
"No, you need to understand. The brain is a delicate thing, but even more so in Doctor Watson's case. The limp wasn't an injury. It was psychosomatic. It was in your head. As was the hand tremor. What happened when Sherlock returned to his life? They went away. Let us watch." Moriarty whispered the last three words.
The screen changed to an image of John walking through a park with his cane and limping badly. Then the image changed to John holding coffee while sitting on a bench and having to change hands because the left one was shaking. Then there was a new image. He and Sherlock were running. John didn't need an aid. And finally John held a gun and his hands were completely steady.
Moriarty reappeared. "You see? Now, let us move along to Sherlock. Before John came back into his life he was a 'highly functioning sociopath'. That means that he shouldn't be capable of empathy or caring for someone. But he cares for John, you've all seen it, he never had a friend before and never got along with anyone... until he met John. John made Sherlock better and Sherlock made John better." Moriarty finished.
"What does that matter?" Sherlock asked.
"Listen." Moriarty whispered.
The screen changed to a recording of 4 year olds Sherlock and John, they stood side by side and John said "He is my head" and then Sherlock said "And he is my heart."
Moriarty reappeared.
"You two are a puzzle. Everyone had tried to solve you. Psychiatrists in John's case and generally everyone in Sherlock's case, you fixed each other. John is Sherlock's heart and Sherlock is John's head." Moriarty said.
Some people in the room were actually nodding as they thought about the pair.
"How could a genius miss all of this? Sherlock, you need to use that brain more." Moriarty said.
"Stop insulting us and get off the TV!" John shouted.
Everyone stared at him; they didn't know that John had such a temper.
"Sorry... just, I can't take all this at once." John said, rubbing his temples.
"It's not hard, John, we're twins, separated at age five and now we're going to find out why." Sherlock stated.
John stood up and stared down at Sherlock.
"Yes, I know that, Sherlock, but for us ordinary people it can be a lot to take in, in five minutes. Don't you find this even a little mad?" John asked angrily.
"No, it makes perfect sense. We were just too distracted to see what was right in front of us." Sherlock said.
John scowled and stared at Sherlock.
"Stop staring at me like that." Sherlock ordered.
"No, damn it, Sherlock! Feel something! They say I'm your heart, so damn well feel something for once!" John said.
Sherlock stood up and tapped John's forehead twice.
"And I am your head so damn well calm down and think rationally!" Sherlock said.
They scowled at each other for a few moments and then their breathing calmed down.
"I understand that you are confused but we need to find out what is going on. You are usually rational in these situations." Sherlock said.
"Yes, well, this isn't a crime scene or a chase, this is about everything we have ever known being a lie." John said.
"Give me your phone." Sherlock said.
"What?" John asked.
"Your phone." Sherlock said more urgently.
John pulled his phone out and gave it to Sherlock.
Sherlock scrolled through John's phonebook and then scrolled through his own phone's contact list.
"What are you doing?" John asked.
Sherlock showed him the screens of the two phones. They were both open in text message boxes and the contact that they were sending to were Mum and Dad. John nodded in understanding and smiled.
"What shall we say?" Sherlock asked.
"How about 'Come to 221b Baker Street. Urgent.'?" John suggested.
Sherlock smiled and quickly tapped it into both phones and sent it.
"What have you two done?" Mycroft asked.
"I want this explained by my parents." Sherlock stated.
"Yes, I don't think I trust the local psychopath." John added.
"Dad will be here in 30 minutes." Sherlock said as he read the reply.
John's phone beeped too.
"Mum will be here in 20." John said.
"You two just don't understand what is going on. They haven't been allowed to see each other in 32 years. Of course they wanted to, but you don't understand what happened. I don't even understand what has changed. You two were never to know who you really were to each other. And now we are all going to be back together." Mycroft exclaimed.
"I have eliminated the threat that was placed over you when you were younger." Moriarty said.
"How?" Mycroft asked.
"I'm a specialist." Moriarty said.
"Why would you do that for us?" Sherlock asked.
"Oh, you will understand one day, Sherlock. Now sit down and wait for you mummy and daddy like good boys." Moriarty cooed.
Sherlock frowned but they sat down anyway.
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