Bonnie's eyes fluttered open. She gasped for air and coughed violently, feeling a rush of cold air fill her lungs.
"Bloody hell?" she mumbled as she looked down and saw that the wound was completely healed but the blood remained stained onto her shirt. Her throat was dry and it hurt a bit to swallow.
She found that she was sitting on a chair and her hands and legs were bound to the legs of the seat. Bonnie looked around slowly. Concrete pillars stood every ten feet from each other and the walls were dark except for places where light glowed faintly; she assumed that there were windows covered with gray drapes that matched the walls. Every little noise she made echoed through the empty and cold room.
'Voice? Where am I?' she thought momentarily. A sound of footsteps caught Bonnie's attention and she dared not move.
'Too…Tired…Be careful…' Voice groaned in her head.
Out of the shadows walked a man with a smug grin wearing a gray suit, white shirt, and a black tie. Bonnie's jaw dropped as the sudden realization hit her.
"Hello there, darling." He said in that sing-song Irish accent of his.
"Jim Moriarty…" Bonnie breathed, both excited and terrified to see the genius psycho standing before her. She saw the glint of something metal in his sleeve and identified it absentmindedly as a "Case Hunting Knife" with a slightly serrated edge and…Bonnie was startled.
'How do I know this?' she thought. There were suddenly things about Moriarty's face that she noticed and by the way he stood that made her evaluate things about the serial killer.
"Very good." He purred, fully revealing the knife Bonnie had just been staring at. He walked towards Bonnie and ran his thumb over the serrated blade's edge.
Bonnie searched Moriarty's face, his body language, anything at all, frantically for something to use against him, to make him stop whatever it was that he was going to do to her. She knew he was going to kill her and that it was going to be slow; it was all in his body language, especially that smile of his.
"Why do you want to kill me?" Bonnie asked, cursing when she heard the shakiness in her voice.
"I'm bored." Moriarty said with a shrug of his shoulders, leaning close until his face was only inches from Bonnie's; his breath smelled like caramel and it was warm against her skin.
And idea popped into Bonnie's head.
'This better work…' she thought before thrusting her face forward until her lips met Moriarty's.
Moriarty hummed in an amused way and leaned into the kiss, smiling through it for a moment.
Bonnie was both aroused and worried when Moriarty deepened the kiss, biting her lip gently.
'Oh gosh…oh gosh, oh gosh, oh gosh! What do I do?' Bonnie thought frantically, worried about how much she liked the way he kissed her; he tasted like caramel too…
After another long moment, he pulled away and lowered the knife, giving Bonnie a mischievous grin.
"Oooh, you're fun." He said in a sing-song way, licking his lips. He leaned forward again and slipped something in Bonnie's pocket. He then slowly reached behind her and cut the ropes off of her wrists and did the same to the rope on her ankles. When she was free, Moriarty dropped the knife and pulled Bonnie out of the chair and held her close, his face hovering above hers. Bonnie couldn't think or speak.
"You're a very curious creature." Moriarty breathed; his breath made Bonnie's skin tingle. He slowly walked Bonnie backwards.
"I watched you fall out of thin air…" he continued in a quiet voice, studying Bonnie's face for information.
"I was going to cut you open but you taught me something new."
"What?" Bonnie managed to whisper with a gulp; their footsteps echoed in the room. Moriarty's hands slid down to her waist slowly.
"You taught me how to love…" he replied in a sort of menacing purr.
"And what a funny little thing love is…" he went on, nearing the wall where Bonnie had seen the window. By now Bonnie knew what he was going to do but she knew struggling was futile.
Bonnie felt him press her against the wall, leaning his body onto hers.
Moriarty tilted his head and licked Bonnie's neck. Bonnie's eye twitched slightly when he began to suck on her neck, swirling his tongue on her skin.
'Oh my god. Jim Moriarty is giving me a fecking hickey!' she thought, heart thudding, breath quickening. Bonnie's chest tightened in both desire and disgust. Moriarty pulled away and stared into her eyes.
"Love makes people do crazy things."
Moriarty pushed Bonnie out the window and a rush of cold air hit her like ice on her body. She cried out and flailed her arms and legs before the wind was knocked out of her lungs with the impact of her landing.
"Oh dear, did I startle you?" he taunted from just above Bonnie. She gasped for air and looked around to see that she was lying in the middle of a Scaffold.
Bonnie focused on breathing steadily and getting her heart rate down.
"Now, look," Moriarty said, pointing to the unsuspecting people down on the streets below. Bonnie crawled to the side of the Scaffolding and searched the people for what the psycho was pointing out.
"Sherlock Holmes and his new pet." He continued.
'New pet? John Watson? Wait…is this before…the fall?' Bonnie thought.
'Yes…don't tell though…it would…be bad…' Voice wheezed in her head.
She looked over the edge and sure enough there was one person, who she assumed to be John Watson, looking up at the scaffold, frantically pointing, and talking to someone that was undoubtedly Sherlock Holmes.
Bonnie looked back at Moriarty to see that he now held a gun and was pointing it either at her or something next to her.
"Hold on tight, Bonnie." He said. The gun went off and the bullet hit a lever next to Bonnie's head, making the scaffold free fall, sliding down the wires of the pulley.
Bonnie was too scared and surprised to scream as she fell, clutching tightly to the side of the structure. When she had nearly reached the ground, the wires on the left side of the scaffolding snapped and she went sliding off the side of it and landed on John Watson's chest with a thud.
"Bloody hell!" she heard him say in a muffled voice. Bonnie quickly rolled off of him and panted hard, unable to speak for another moment. Something in her pocket vibrated.
"I'm s-sorry s-sir!" Bonnie stuttered, shaking.
"Ouch! It's okay miss." John said in a slightly sarcastic tone. He stood and helped Bonnie up. Something vibrated again in her pocket. Bonnie pulled out a Mobile phone that Moriarty must have put there and on the screen it read, "New text message."
"Why did you jump onto that scaffolding?" John Watson asked with a look of confusion and concern.
"She didn't jump, she was pushed." Sherlock said in a matter-of-fact tone, his voice deep and soothing to Bonnie. She looked at Sherlock for a moment before opening the text message and reading it:
From: BF 3
"Wasn't that exciting?" –M
"It was her boyfriend." Sherlock continued, after giving Bonnie a once over. Bonnie shoved the phone back into her pocket with a snort.
"I'll say it was…" she mumbled.
"How do you know That?" John asked in a very annoyed way.
"Her lower lip is slightly swollen which could mean that she's either been hit or she's been snogging someone. Then there's the hickey on the right side of her lower neck and her cheeks are flushed suggesting that she had just been engaging in a sexual activity. Observe John." Sherlock explained, barely taking a breath between sentences, all the while studying Bonnie's face.
"Then there's the text message." He observed again. John looked her over and nodded as if he understood what the detective had been talking about. Bonnie looked at Sherlock and saw that he was giving her a peculiar stare as if he didn't believe what he'd just said about her. He studied her for something…Bonnie didn't know what.
Bonnie began to shake and her knees gave way; too much had happened already and it didn't seem like Moriarty was the reason why she was here. John kept her from falling and, with a few rude words, got Sherlock to hold her.
Bonnie closed her eyes and tried to calm herself, not to hyperventilate, and absentmindedly clutched onto Sherlock's coat. She was still shaking; she'd never had a fear of heights or a fear of falling. It was the notion of maybe dying again in a world that was not her own that made her so frightened; and for the first time on all of her travels so far that she had felt so incredibly homesick. The three of them piled into a cab and drove to 221 B Baker Street when John and Sherlock learned that Bonnie was from Dublin.
In the car John Watson explained that while she could stay at the apartment, Sherlock and him wouldn't be home long due to a case they were sorting out at the moment.
"Take me with you." Bonnie said, determined that this was what she was in London for.
"You're a civilian. I can't take you. You might get hurt and you're not mentally prepared for things like this." Sherlock said.
"He's a civilian." Bonnie continued, pointing to John.
"He's a-"
"Army doctor with experience and a desire to help you out on your cases. I know he was deployed in Afghanistan due to the same clues that undoubtedly led Mr. Holmes to the same conclusion." Bonnie said, getting quite used to functioning sort of like Sherlock in the way she observed things, at least when she was thinking straight.
"No, I've never previously heard of Mr. Holmes or yourself." Bonnie said when John gave her a both surprised and exasperated look. Sherlock turned his head and stared at her. After a long moment of contemplation, on Sherlock's part, the detective told the driver to take them to the crime scene instead of their apartment.
Once at the crime scene, Bonnie was able to walk for herself and she followed Sherlock and John as they went for Lestrade. The gray-haired police detective gave Bonnie a once over and looked at Sherlock for an explanation.
"Don't mind her." Was all the tall detective said and Lestrade shrugged and sighed, knowing that protesting would lead to an unending string of rude words to ultimately no avail in either direction. He proceeded to explain the situation.
"This man was killed by…Killer bees, his wife claims." Lestrade said hesitantly.
"Killer bees?" John repeated, incredulously.
"Show me the body." Sherlock said, walking over to the body bag.
Lestrade unzipped the bag to reveal a severely mutilated man with swollen pox all over his body.
"His name was David Reynolds. His wife said that when she came outside this morning she saw a man running from the beehives and shortly after, she saw Mr. Reynolds running about, completely covered in bees." Lestrade explained. Bonnie swallowed the urge to vomit and examined the body. Lestrade and John watched Sherlock and Bonnie in wonder; in that moment they were like clones, looking for the same clues, same expressions...
"Oh god. There's another one." Lestrade groaned.
"There!" Bonnie and Sherlock said in unison. They looked at each other. Bonnie grinned.
"What?" Lestrade questioned.
Sherlock rubbed his finger on a smudge of mud on the deceased man's body.
"Just something to analyze." He said before walking away, refusing to look at Bonnie.
When the three of them had gotten back into the cab, Bonnie could not tear her mind away from the dead man's body, imagining how he died, who killed him, how many other ways he could have died, how many ways there were to kill a person...Bonnie shook her head, scared of where her thoughts were going.
'Why am I like Sherlock Holmes?' She wondered; she didn't remember ever actively imagining herself to be.
'You're not.' Voice said, startling Bonnie.
'What do you mean? Who else thinks like this.'
'Guess who.' Moriarty's voice made Bonnie gasp out loud, earning her a strange look from Sherlock. She averted her eyes.
'Why'd you change your voice? You could have just told me.' You thought, very annoyed.
'I didn't say that.' Voice said slowly.
'Surprised, aren't you Bonnie?' Moriarty's voice continued. Bonnie's heart thumped hard and she didn't move.
'Oh I know this is all just a story...you live in the real world and I'm just a character modified from Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's stories.' He continued.
'Get out of this head, shitwad!' Voice shouted.
The mobile vibrated again and Bonnie quickly pulled it out of her pocket.
From: bf 3
"Voice is very rude." -M
Bonnie quickly texted back:
To: bf 3
"Why am I like you?" - B
"I was the first person you saw when you woke up." - M
"So in my dream state, my subconscious was filled by images of you?" - B
Bonnie wished she could be this observant and smart during school.
"Yup ;)." - M
The winkey face made Bonnie laugh a bit. She looked up to see John looking at her in curiosity.
"A friend." She said, looking back down at the phone.
"What am I to you?" – B
"A distraction." – M
"From what?" - B
"Ciao, Bonnie." - M
Bonnie shoved the phone into her pocket. Moriarty still scared her but she understood him and in a strange turn of events, she even started to like him; she'd already loved him as a character but as a person he was terrifying and sexier than she already thought he was.
They made it to the lab where the timid girl named Molly worked and Sherlock set to studying the smudge of mud that he'd wiped from his finger onto a handkerchief. Molly watched Sherlock longingly and John tried and failed to a have a casual conversation with the detective; he then resorted to talking with Bonnie. They talked about her life before she turned the conversation around so that he was talking about his own life. While they talked, Bonnie distantly rubbed the hickey on her neck.
For hours, Sherlock studied different plants and compared them with the mud smudge. He looked at local foliage and such until he stood abruptly and told John not to wait for him and to take Bonnie to the apartment. John begrudgingly did as he was told and they soon arrived at 221 B Baker Street. John and Bonnie walked inside and drank some tea, continuing their chat from the lab. They got along alright and talked hours into the night before John gave up his bed for her, refusing her refusals to take it, and set down to sleep on the sofa.
'Voice? How long do I get to be here?' Bonnie thought, hoping that it would be Voice who answered.
'You'll have to leave soon, Bonnie. The plan has changed and you can't stay here long enough to figure out this mystery.' Voice replied.
'What? Why?' Bonnie wondered.
'Because Moriarty knows that nothing here is real and that can lead to dangerous things. Things like you never returning to your home if he decides to trap you here.' Voice explained.
'Oh.' Bonnie sighed.
'Did I really die in Middle Earth?' Bonnie finally asked what she had been wondering for the whole day.
'No…sort of. I needed to stop you from imagining your own death and killing you for a moment was the only way to make you stop thinking.' Voice explained, hesitantly. Just then she heard the front door swing open and instinctively she got out of bed and walked out of John's bedroom to see who it was. It was Sherlock, taking his coat off before waking John up and looking at Bonnie with that same peculiar stare from before.
'He's deducing what I am, right?' Bonnie thought.
'Yup. And if he finds out, he and Moriarty could destroy everything in this world.' Voice replied.
"I've solved the case." Sherlock said to John, sitting down exhaustedly.
"What?" John said, sleepy and hardly paying attention.
"It was a fungus. It secreted an artificial gas that caused any insects in the area to attack anything near them." He started. He continued on with how the man running from the scene hadn't meant for the bees to kill the farmer, that he only wanted to ruin his business by making them act up, thinking that the gas would kill them off eventually. Bonnie just listened to him talk, relishing in his voice and the severity with which his voice always was coated in. She thought that she could very much like to stay like that for a very long time but she ultimately knew that what she really wanted was to arrive back home, safe and sound. Bonnie then knew what to do.
She slowly walked towards the front door and looked down, hoping that the detective and his new friend didn't notice. They did, however, and John asked her where she was going.
"Travelling." Bonnie said vaguely. John tilted his head.
"It's 2 Am."
Bonnie shrugged and opened the door; she as going to miss this world very much, even with all its darkness and morbid foundations.
"Wait," Sherlock said, making Bonnie hesitate.
"What are you? And why is it that you seem to know everything about me?" he questioned curiously, almost desperately. Bonnie flashed him a grin.
"Elementary, my dear Sherlock. We'll meet again, I'm sure."
Bonnie opened the door and walked through. A moment later, she felt warm sunlight on her face.
Author's note: Sorry about the abrupt ending to this chapter; not very good at all with mysteries of this sort. Anyways, hope you enjoyed!