_*_*_John_*_*_
John had been sitting blind folded, alone, and bound to a chair for some time now. Moriarty had left without warning and John was left in silence.
How long have I been here?
John wondered though of course he had no idea since he had been unconscious most of the time. His best guess was about a day. John's thoughts drifted towards Sherlock, curious if his friend was actually looking for him or just sitting on the couch at the flat still suck on solving the murders.
He'll come for you…
I know, that's what I'm afraid of.
He sighed knowing that Sherlock would be coming and that he would be putting himself in danger on John's account. That didn't suite well with the ex-soldier since John felt it was his job to put his life on the line not the other way around.
If Sherlock got seriously hurt…
Even the thought made John sick. He didn't want images of a bloody or a lifeless Sherlock drifting through his head. John shook his head forcing the thoughts away hoping by some miracle Lestrade will figure it out before Sherlock.
A door opening sounded to John's left and the echo to many feet announced the arrival to several people.
"Well Dr. Watson," Moriarty's voice purred, "It seems we've had a change of plans."
John's hands were roughly untied and his jacket was pulled off. It was replaced by what felt like a vest it fell heavy and familiar against his chest. John had a sinking feeling we knew exactly what it was as his jacket was forced back on. The sound of Velcro could be heard as the vest was tightened around his chest.
"You my dear are in for a treat," Moriarty spoke cheerfully, "Out little detective is very near to solving my little riddle and I would hate for him to get to the punch line too soon so I've added a little surprise," John felt something prick his arm, "You won't pass out this time Doctor I want you awake through the whole thing. Wouldn't want you to miss the grand finally!" Moriarty giggled.
John began to feel foggy and found it hard to concentrate properly. He barely registered his hands being untied and forced behind his back or begin partially carried. Distant sounds of vehicle doors being opened grabbed a small amount of interest but John's eyes were still covered and that faded quickly. He was pushed on to a seat where he remained his face pressed into the soft material.
"Where, go?" he managed his tongue felt fat and award in his mouth making forming words hard.
"Tisk, tisk pet that is a surprise as well, don't want to spoil that." Moriarty answered his voice slow and drawn out in John's ears.
The vehicle they were in began to move, it's gentle movement lulled John unto a doze. He didn't think, he just drifted even felt a bit safe though it was more like a state of uncaring. It felt like forever before the vehicle finally stopped abruptly waking John.
"Now Doctor listen well," Moriarty spoke it took all of John's focus to concentrate on the words coming at him, "You have a wee bit of explosives attached to you but don't try to remove them or you and dozens of innocent ants will go up in flames," John was vaguely aware that his instincts had been right about the weight on his chest.
John's blind fold was pulled off and dull sunlight attacked them forcing John to close them. Vehicle doors were opened and John was pushed from it strong hands gripped his arms. John kept his eyes closed letting the person lead him. He was aware that he was outside the quiet buzz of people talking could be heard, a slight breeze played with his hair as they walked over flat ground.
They stopped and John was pushed down "Doctor you sit here, be a good boy," Moriarty spoke softly zipping John's jacket up, "And don't leave or you will miss your visitor." John cracked his eyes open seeing a blurry face drawing closer. Suddenly lips brushed his cheek burning his skin "For luck pet," Moriarty hissed almost fondly before he moved away his dark form leaving John's vision.
And now we wait…At least Sherlock isn't here
John's thoughts formed slowly closing his eyes. He wasn't scared. John had been in enough life-threatening situations that he had become numb to them. What did he have to be scared of? The bombs weight against his chest made John think of the people he could hear near him. The people just enjoying the time out. He felt sorry for them. They were going to die because of him and he had time to mourn these strangers.
"John!" a distant horrifying voice cut into John's thoughts. He froze.
Sherlock!
"No, no, no," John began muttering hoping it was his drugged imagination but the gentle hands on his face were far too real, crushing that hope.
"No, no, no, Sherlock, no," John said trying to get his arms to work. Sherlock was talking but John caught bits "Alright…found…you."
John concentrated using all his energy to focus on Sherlock "No, Sherlock, go, way, bomb," John managed wishing that the man would simply go away and save himself.
He wanted nothing more in the world than for Sherlock to be safely far away. Sherlock seemed to understand as he unzipped John's jacket "Take…off…bomb," Sherlock's words said.
John panicked spurring some strength to grip Sherlock's wrist "Can't, remove, boom," the doctor said feeling a little less foggy. Sherlock's eyes stared at the bomb and for the first time in knowing the consulting detective John watched as all of the fight go out of the man. It broke his heart.
"Sher…lock," John breathed lifting a heavy hand to touch his friend's face. When Sherlock looked at him John saw the tears. The soul wrenching sight burned into John's mind "Love you," he spoke words that he had kept to himself for so long.
Sherlock laughed, not a mocking sound but a joyous and fearful noise that sounded strange but good coming from the man. "I love you too John," his friend said making John's heart flutter he even managed a smile. Sherlock then hugged him. John felt everything in that embrace and the thought of losing Sherlock again terrified him completely. John felt tears on his face not noting a quiet beeping just felt Sherlock hold him tighter.