Chapter 13: Changing tides
Notes from ShippingOrange: Hi, I'm sorry that my update is late, I always post my stuff on AO3 and due to college stuff, I forgot my update on fanfiction. I always update my stories here, but it can take a bit longer .. Sorry for the delay, have fun with the new chapter and I hope that it will not happen again.
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Sherlock? I'm home.
The door opened to reveal a bright faced John.
Sherlock swallowed when John stepped closer to kiss him.
"John." He looked into those pretty blue eyes, then he closed the gap between them and kissed him for what could be the last time.
"I have to tell you something."
John smiled. "Ok, what is it?"
He had to look John in the eyes, he couldn't back away from this. "You'll hate me after this."
John cupped his face and stroked with his thumb over his cheekbones. "You know I'll never hate you."
Sherlock nodded and hoped it was true. He walked to the tab and let the water run.
"I'm going to show you my secret John, you know how scared I am of water." He cleared his throat and looked John in the eyes when his hand approached the running water.
"The truth is, I'm not scared of it… I just change when I touch it."
John mad a frown. "Change? Change into what?"
"A merman John" and with one move his hand went through the running water and the change began.
He screamed when he changed, like his insides were on fire. "John? John?"
Where was John? Did he leave? The pain was unbearable when cool hands touched his face. "Sherlock? Stay with me Sherlock!"
John's panicked face came so close that they almost touched foreheads. "Sherlock, you are... in pain. Sherlock?! Sherlock, no! Stay with me!"
Sherlock heard John's panicked cries when the curse took him, the last thing he knew was that he was surrounded by a darkness that only could be dead.
Sherlock breathed in the air with such a fear that it pained his lungs. The air, his thoughts in his mind palace, he was not dead, but had fell asleep in his bath while the water was flowing away.
With the aftershocks of his dream, he stumbled out of his bath. Legs, he had legs!
Tired he took his nightgown and the comfort felt over him when he felt the satin sliding over his skin. How long had he been asleep? John should be home by now.
When he walked into the living room, someone was sitting in John's chair.
"Where is John?"
The man smiled at Sherlock. "I don't know mister Holmes, but what I know is that you are a slippery one. Always surrounded by people."
"You are the killer." Sherlock said with a flat voice "and now you are here for me, of course you didn't take John."
The man in the chair shrugged when he studied Sherlock like he was the most interested thing in the world.
"Indeed" he said. "I had to wait until John stepped into that strange black car. It would be such a shame if I had to kill him."
The man abandoned John's chair and crept closer to Sherlock.
"So you are a smart one, aren't you? It will be so much fun to study you."
"Why don't you just kill me?" Sherlock asked.
The man laughed. "Oh that would be too easy Mister Holmes."
He started to whistle the Benny Hill tune, when he was finished he sang with a childish voice "You can take him guys."
The last thing Sherlock saw was someone sneaking behind him, then a smelly cloth appeared in front of his face… and his world faded away.
When he woke up he was in his merman form, breathing in the water through his gills, he was trapped like a fish in a tank surrounded by water and glass. The killer of his kin was looking at him with triumph and with no escape. The only thing that he could do was stare back and hope that John stepped into Mycroft's car. Hoping that John, who was always there for him would save him.