Sherlock Fic: 'The Game is on', Sequel to 'Losing'
Title: Home
Rating: PG-13
Charecters: John, Sherlock, Lestrade, Moriarty, Colonel Sebastian Moran, Mycroft
Pairings: Sherlock/John
Summary: John returns home
Disclaimer: I really wish I owned Sherlock, unfortunately I don't. That right belongs to ACD, Mark Gatiss, Steven Moffat and the BBC - how i envy them :)
Previous story masterlist: http://bbcsherlock.livejournal.com/447003.html
Next Chapter: http://221bsherlock.livejournal.com/162163.html
Note: This is my first chapter in about a month - I really hope you like it! happy reading!
Chapter 1: Home
Sherlock grasped John’s arm and helped him out of the taxi, careful not to pull to tightly or move to quickly, he guided John up to the steps of Baker Street.
They were both relieved to be home. John, because it meant he was finally nearing recovery, and Sherlock because it meant he finally had John to himself. He had tried to be patient, but the steady stream of visitors in and out of John’s ward had thoroughly irritated him - what with them and John’s recovery he hadn’t had that much time alone with him.
The distance had had one advantage, however, as it allowed him to filter through all of Mycroft’s information. Untangling the web of Moriarty and his accomplices had been absorbing enough to counter the bleak, dullness of Sherlock’s stay in hospital. After much studying, Sherlock knew the two men he was after: James Moriarty and Colonel Sebastian Moran. He was quite looking forward to the encounter, although he was thinking of keeping it from John, as he was not entirely sure he would approve of his plans.
Sherlock pushed the door to 221B open and held it open as John stumbled in. Immediately, John headed over to the kitchen and turned on the kettle, before flopping down onto his favourite armchair, already tired from the short trip from the hospital. Sherlock watched him cautiously, looking for any sign of discomfort, satisfied, he strode over to the table and plugged in his laptop and brought up the Moriarty files.
In the months since the attack, Sherlock had stayed at the hospital, helping John heal and researching Moriairty. Slowly, he had gathered evidence and formulated links, piecing together Moriairty's plans and plots. He was close now, slowly he was weaving a net around Moriarty and his accomplaces. It was not easy, though, it had taken weeks for him to dig up information on Moriarty’s wingman, a dangerous man named Moran. Sherlock was just bringing up a file on the Colonel when the shrill whistle of the kettle interrupted his thoughts. He got up and wandered over to the kitchen, turned off the kettle and retrieved the 2 non-mouldy mugs from the cupboard. John looked over from his armchair, staring at Sherlock in shock.
‘Are you making tea?’
‘That is the general idea.’
‘But you never make tea!’
‘There’s a first time for everything, John. Besides, you always make tea, it’s my turn. Problem?
‘No… but what brought this on?’
‘Oh, nothing, just being nice’ Sherlock replied, fiddling with the sugar.
John eyebrows rose a fraction higher, but he didn’t comment, only watched as Sherlock poured the boiling water, swirled in the sugar and placed the steaming mug in front of him.
‘There you go.’ Sherlock said, proudly, as if making tea was a great service.
John took the mug, muttered a bemused thankyou and took a sip of the tea. Sherlock watched nervously, anxious at the slightly gloomy expression that was creeping over his flat-mate’s face. John, however, didn’t look up and continued to sip his tea. Sherlock sighed and turned away, telling himself that John was just tired. But somehow, he thought that that wasn’t the whole story.
Next Chapter: http://221bsherlock.livejournal.com/162163.html
Rating: PG-13
Charecters: John, Sherlock, Lestrade, Moriarty, Colonel Sebastian Moran, Mycroft
Pairings: Sherlock/John
Summary: John returns home
Disclaimer: I really wish I owned Sherlock, unfortunately I don't. That right belongs to ACD, Mark Gatiss, Steven Moffat and the BBC - how i envy them :)
Previous story masterlist: http://bbcsherlock.livejournal.com/447003.html
Next Chapter: http://221bsherlock.livejournal.com/162163.html
Note: This is my first chapter in about a month - I really hope you like it! happy reading!
Chapter 1: Home
Sherlock grasped John’s arm and helped him out of the taxi, careful not to pull to tightly or move to quickly, he guided John up to the steps of Baker Street.
They were both relieved to be home. John, because it meant he was finally nearing recovery, and Sherlock because it meant he finally had John to himself. He had tried to be patient, but the steady stream of visitors in and out of John’s ward had thoroughly irritated him - what with them and John’s recovery he hadn’t had that much time alone with him.
The distance had had one advantage, however, as it allowed him to filter through all of Mycroft’s information. Untangling the web of Moriarty and his accomplices had been absorbing enough to counter the bleak, dullness of Sherlock’s stay in hospital. After much studying, Sherlock knew the two men he was after: James Moriarty and Colonel Sebastian Moran. He was quite looking forward to the encounter, although he was thinking of keeping it from John, as he was not entirely sure he would approve of his plans.
Sherlock pushed the door to 221B open and held it open as John stumbled in. Immediately, John headed over to the kitchen and turned on the kettle, before flopping down onto his favourite armchair, already tired from the short trip from the hospital. Sherlock watched him cautiously, looking for any sign of discomfort, satisfied, he strode over to the table and plugged in his laptop and brought up the Moriarty files.
In the months since the attack, Sherlock had stayed at the hospital, helping John heal and researching Moriairty. Slowly, he had gathered evidence and formulated links, piecing together Moriairty's plans and plots. He was close now, slowly he was weaving a net around Moriarty and his accomplaces. It was not easy, though, it had taken weeks for him to dig up information on Moriarty’s wingman, a dangerous man named Moran. Sherlock was just bringing up a file on the Colonel when the shrill whistle of the kettle interrupted his thoughts. He got up and wandered over to the kitchen, turned off the kettle and retrieved the 2 non-mouldy mugs from the cupboard. John looked over from his armchair, staring at Sherlock in shock.
‘Are you making tea?’
‘That is the general idea.’
‘But you never make tea!’
‘There’s a first time for everything, John. Besides, you always make tea, it’s my turn. Problem?
‘No… but what brought this on?’
‘Oh, nothing, just being nice’ Sherlock replied, fiddling with the sugar.
John eyebrows rose a fraction higher, but he didn’t comment, only watched as Sherlock poured the boiling water, swirled in the sugar and placed the steaming mug in front of him.
‘There you go.’ Sherlock said, proudly, as if making tea was a great service.
John took the mug, muttered a bemused thankyou and took a sip of the tea. Sherlock watched nervously, anxious at the slightly gloomy expression that was creeping over his flat-mate’s face. John, however, didn’t look up and continued to sip his tea. Sherlock sighed and turned away, telling himself that John was just tired. But somehow, he thought that that wasn’t the whole story.
Next Chapter: http://221bsherlock.livejournal.com/162163.html