ACT I
Six Months After…

Chapter 4 – Belief in a Fallen Angel

The next day was an important day. Not only was it John's first mission for the Order of the Deerstalker…

…but it was going to be the first time that John visited Sherlock's grave.

John was unable to attend Sherlock's funeral, punching that superintendent ensured that, and he emotionally couldn't bring himself to go there. Thinking that, if he did go, Sherlock would really be gone.

Mrs. Hudson joined him, and he told her there that he would be leaving Baker Street for a while. He did not tell her the real reason why.

Once she left, John began to talk to the grave, as if Sherlock could listen. He told him all the things he wish he could have, taking back some of the last things he ever told him.

He also broke down and begged for Sherlock to not be dead. He soon began to cry, but soon regained his composure. He stood up tall, gave a quick nod and left.


That night; Sophia and John met, both clad in black.

"So what is our mission?" John asked

"Tonks should be calling us right about…"

"Wotcher you two!" Melody's voice chimed

"Hey Tonks!" Sophia said "What is our mission?"

"To raise some hell!" Melody explained "Tonight there is a fancy dinner going on to honour the work of one Kitty Riley"

Through no one could see his face, both Sophia and Melody knew John's face grimaced at that name.

"Your mission is to crash said party" Melody instructed, relaying the address to them.

"How are we going to crash it?" John asked

"We have given you a few items to assist, a recording of violin playing, voice disguisers, spray paint just go wild. Scare the hell out of them!"

"Alright, Tonks!" Sophia smiled as they turned a corner

"And remember" Melody said, "CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" she then signed off.

Sophia then led John to a motorcycle and tossed him a helmet.

"Hop on!"


Sophia raced through the streets of London, with John holding on to her for his life.

"I am guessing you've never ridden a motorcycle before!" Sophia said as she turned into an alley.

"Not recently"

"You better get used to it again," Sophia smiled "when you are with me, you will usually be getting around on a motorcycle"

The soon arrived at the small restaurant where the fancy dinner was being held. Sophia parked the bike in some nearby bushes and got off.

"Alright, so first things first," Sophia opened a compartment on her bike and took out two black bags; and handed one to John, "we need to sneak in"


Kitty smiled, she was finally where she wanted to be in life, renowned, famed and having a dinner for her work in journalism. Sure she lost all of her friends, but she could make new ones. She had no regrets.

Suddenly, the music stopped. A voice echoed throughout the room.

"I hope you enjoy this dinner, you certainly don't deserve it!"

The lights suddenly turned off. Kitty freaked out. No one had any idea what was going on.

The lights flashed back on, and each plate now had a note.

Believe In Sherlock Holmes

Jim Moriarty Was Real

Richard Brooke Is a Character

Don't Just See, Observe

The Paper Is Just a Fairy Tale

Kitty was terrified. Why must she be attacked on the day she was being recognized for her work? So what if it is a lie? Sherlock refused an interview with her!

Then, violin music began to play.

John and Sophia left and hopped on the bike. They sped off towards a motel.

"Well, how was your first mission?" Sophia asked John

"It was great to get Kitty like that." John said with another almost-smile, "are all missions like this?"

"Some are, others are more dangerous though." Sophia explained, "Mum usually makes a raising hell mission the first one for the agents."


Sophia and John entered the motel room. It was simple, a small bathroom and a bed.

"Mum thinks it is less suspicious if there is one bed" Sophia said.

John only nodded as Sophia went into the bathroom to get changed. John was left to his own thoughts. On the mission, what Sherlock would think of everything going on, and of Sophia. He had never seen anyone like her.

Sophia exited the bathroom, wearing a pair of short shorts and a t-shirt. John then entered the bathroom to prepare for bed.

Later that evening, when both were in bed, Sophia heard whimpering. Looking at the space beside her, she saw that John was crying in his sleep. She could hear him softly cry, "No…Sherlock…"

"He must be having a nightmare…" Sophia thought. Then, without second thought, she wrapped one arm around the man and stroked his back with the other. She softly whispered in a soothing voice

"Its ok, everything will be ok"

End of Act I