Chapter 7
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"Can't you just tell us what actually happened?" John asked.
"All in good time, Johnny-boy; patience is a virtue you know? No, this is like Sherlock's death to me. I want to wait and make it special rather than rush into it." Moriarty said.
"You aren't laying one finger on any of my children." Rose said.
"Well I already have. I've strapped a bomb on one of your sons already. Who says I haven't done anything and won't do anything to them? Your sons are very intriguing Mrs Holmes. John, the brave soldier, a soldier is a fighter, a killer. Yet he is a doctor, a saviour. He is both. Isn't that just fascinating? And then the only consulting detective in the world, probably the cleverest man in the world. Listen to Mycroft." Moriarty said.
The television screen changed to Mycroft and John sitting opposite each other in a cafe.
"My brother has the brain of a scientist of a philosopher, yet he elects to be a detective. What might we deduce about his heart?" The recording finished and Moriarty returned.
"Such a clever man, Sherlock Holmes is; my greatest distraction of them all. Someone I can compete with finally. Everyone else is too stupid.
"Do you know why they were separated, Mr and Mrs Holmes?" Moriarty finished.
Hamish and Rose looked away.
Moriarty turned to John and Sherlock "Either of you want to take a guess?" he asked.
John and Sherlock shook their heads.
"Anyone? Sergeant Donavon, how about you?" Moriarty asked.
Sally looked startled but looked over at John and Sherlock and mumbled something, looking away.
"Sorry? I didn't quite catch that?" Moriarty said.
"Because they are scary." Sally said and looked at her hands.
"BINGO! You scare them all, so very much." Moriarty said to the shocked look on John's face and the neutral look on Sherlock's.
"Why would we scare people?" John asked curiously.
"Donavon, do you want to tell us why?" Moriarty asked.
Sally shook her head.
"What about you, Anderson, you don't like Sherlock, so don't be worried about offending, John is too kind to hurt someone who was merely answering a question." Moriarty said.
"B-because... you two are dangerous. We see you work together and you are a force to be reckoned with. Sherlock's clever and John's brave and to be honest that is a horrifying mix. With Sherlock's brains and John's courage you could probably do anything you wanted. If you were criminals nobody would be able to stop you. You are a dangerous pair to be around. People target you for a reason." Anderson said to them.
"But... we are good people. I only kill when someone's life is threatened and Sherlock uses his head to help people, to solve crimes and put the bad people in prison. We wouldn't hurt a good person." John said desperately.
"Yes, you can say that. But what if you turned bad? What would we do?" Anderson asked and received silence.
A few moments later Sherlock looked at John and then his parents.
"So, they feared what we would become if we stayed together. If we grew up together, we would have been much different, definitely braver and more clever. And they were scared that we would be bad people. So they separated us." He said.
Hamish nodded. "Yes."
"But, we had a right to stay together!" John said.
"I'm sorry-"Rose started.
"We had a right. And we had a right to know. To be reminded of each other. You made us forget. Why would you do that?" John asked.
"They didn't have a choice." Sherlock stated.
"Okay. Sherlock, explain, I'm not getting this." John demanded.
"They were threatened." Sherlock said. "Why else would parents agree to separate from half of their children and from each other?" Sherlock asked.
John sighed and looked up at the ceiling.
"They said that if we didn't separate you for good they would kill you both. They were always watching. They told us to make you forget each other and get on with your lives. And then years later you met again! We were so worried you'd just die. But they sent us a message. They would watch you, night and day. If you even went bad for a moment, you would both be killed. And we couldn't warn you so we just had to hope that you were good enough to be good people. We've been watching too, but there isn't much we can do." Hamish explained.
"Moriarty, why did you eliminate the threat?" Sherlock asked.
"I don't want to compete for you. I want to kill you two; I'm not letting anyone else have you." Moriarty said and then smiled. "And I was bored, I'm sure you understand, Sherlock." Moriarty finished.
Sherlock just nodded.
"You know when I said that you felt each other's pain?" Moriarty asked.
John and Sherlock nodded. "Yes, but we would have noticed that, you know, knocking legs on tables or getting punched in the face by a criminal." Sherlock said.
"Oh, well you wouldn't feel that. What I'm talking about is one of you being in considerable pain. One of you was dying. And the other felt it. Can you guess?" Moriarty asked.
"This isn't a game!" Harry shouted.
"When you were shot." Sherlock said, looking John in the eye. "You were shot. I remember." Sherlock elaborated.
"Oh, was that the day we were at a crime scene and you suddenly doubled over, saying your shoulder hurt and when a medic looked at you there was nothing wrong." Lestrade said.
Sherlock nodded "I was in a considerable amount of pain. It felt like a hammer had whacked into my shoulder." Sherlock explained.
"You were the lucky one." John mumbled. "What, so, I got shot; Sherlock feels my pain, just not on such a large scale?" John asked. Moriarty nodded.
"I think it's time to see how you were separated." Moriarty said and giggled. The screen changed to a recording.
Author's note: Hiya! Please review! I hope you enjoyed that chapter. I have exams coming up so I won't be able to update as frequently, sorry. But I will try my best. Thanks!