Fanfiction: Don't be dead (5/11)
Title: Don't be dead (5/11)
Length: 1247 words
Rating: PG 13
Warnings: none
pairing: mild Sherlock/John, but can be read as friendship
Summary: Post "The Reichenbach Fall". John struggles with his life after Sherlocks 'death' and Sherlock wants his life back. But before they must face a new enemy.
Beta: fififolle what would I do without her? Well definetly not this.
All chapters: http://anyrei.livejournal.com/tag/don%27t%20be%20dead
Chapter 5: Some things are meant to be
St. Barts was busy with staff moving around, but as they got closer to the morgue, it became quiet.
"A second attempt to convince me to work here?" John grinned cheekily at Molly.
His mood was a little bit better, now that he was out of the flat. The feeling of being on the move was good for him. Molly laughed quickly.
"I think it would be really nice if you would work here. But there's something else."
"You can tell me now. The agents didn't follow us in the hospital."
She didn't answer, just pulled him down the hallway in silence.
He followed Molly into her little lab. When he entered the room the world suddenly turned upside down. Shocked, John stared at none other than Sherlock Holmes, who stood in the middle of the room and looked at him. John's mind was racing and he felt nauseated. Too many feelings were rushing through him at once.
"John," Sherlock whispered, and walked up to his frozen friend, who didn't dare to breathe, afraid that he would wake up from this dream. John still couldn't respond. He just stared at Sherlock stunned. Sherlock sighed briefly and then pulled John tightly into a hug.
"Sherlock..."
John's voice was low and broken. Sherlock pulled away a little so he could look at his friend, but didn't let him go. John couldn't turn away from his intense blue eyes.
"Yes, I'm sorry, John. I had to do that. I had no choice. "
"But how? I saw when you..."
John wasn't able to bring the sentence to an end. Sherlock was alive! He didn't imagine it, did he? He felt the warm grip of his hands on his arms. John flinched panting and slid down on the floor of the laboratory. Sherlock knelt beside him.
"Are you okay?"
"Am I ..." John looked at him aghast. And then anger joined the chaos of his feelings.
"Am I okay? I thought you were DEAD! You were DEAD IN YOUR BLOOD ON THE PAVEMENT. I had to watch HOW YOU BLOODY JUMPED! FUCK YOU!"
He turned his head away and added quietly, "Of course I'm not okay."
Sherlock put his hand on his shoulder, so that John had to look at him again.
"It was the only way to save you. Mycroft explained to you what happened."
John nodded. He felt inwardly deserted. The anger had subsided and in its place a stunned feeling of calmness spread through him. That was just too much. He had wished that Sherlock was still alive. That it all was a trick. He had stood at the gravestone and pleaded Sherlock not to be dead. And now his wish had become reality.
"I ... I'm so glad you're alive," he whispered softly.
John stretched his back and tried to sit up straight. One way to remind himself that he was a soldier. And very effective to save him from the tears of relief that threatened to pave their way to the top. Molly cleared her throat and left the room with a muttered "I'll be back later."
For a while there was silence between Sherlock and John, then John began to speak slowly.
"Why did you tell me on the phone that you invented Moriarty? Did you really think, I'd buy this nonsense?"
Sherlock smiled briefly. "Of course not. I've tried to tell you that everything is just a trick. I didn't know if my phone was bugged, so officially I had to play by Moriarty's rules. But I was one step ahead of him."
"Why didn't you tell me? You told Molly."
Sherlock nodded. "Moriarty thought, Molly doesn't count for me, so she wasn't important for his game. That was his mistake."
With a slight twinge of guilt Sherlock remembered in this context that he previously had thought the same. But when Molly spoke to him about his sad face and told him that she wouldn't count for him, only then Sherlock got the right idea to develop a strategy against Moriarty. Friends were an uncontrollable variable, Moriarty had no idea of. Something for which Sherlock was very grateful.
"With you it's different. I knew he would try to threaten you again. I wanted you to be safe and not put you into the position to risk your life for me. Unfortunately, Moriarty had already taken precautions. But I was prepared for this case."
Sherlock now sat down next to John on the floor.
"The cyclist got you hard, right?"
John looked at Sherlock in surprise.
"I had it arranged - the passers-by, the other doctors and the cyclist. All of them were from my Homeless Network. They all played their role in this magic trick. The cyclist was the distraction, so that you first wouldn't reach me so quickly and secondly you wouldn't notice the last part of the fall. Infront the hospital there was a lorry parking. On the wall-facing side its hatch was open. So you couldn't see from your perspective what happened behind. Two of my extras had spread a mat behind it on the pavement, and caught my fall thereby. When I was safely down, they had the mat pulled back into the truck and hidden. "
"But all of the blood?"
"It was from the lab here. I don't know if you remember, but one of the doctors has pulled you away from me, when you tried to feel my pulse. That was a close call, which nearly blew everything open. It was important that my death was convincing. The snipers would otherwise have shot you, Mrs Hudson and DI Lestrade immediately."
John sighed loudly and shook his head slowly. He ran his hand over his face and stayed like that for a while.
"I do not know what to say. This is all still so surreal."
He looked at his friend, trying to memorise every detail of Sherlock like he could use it to wipe out the last nightmare. Then he cleared his throat and just looked at his hands.
"When we started to work together, you said to me that it could be dangerous. I followed you anyway. We'll always be getting into dangerous situations. I am a soldier, Sherlock. You don't need to protect me. That's my job. I understand the situation and the motives of your actions, but please never do that to me again."
Sherlock stood up and held out his hand to John.
"It wasn't easy for me, John." John looked at Sherlock, took his hand and let himself be pulled up.
"I need you by my side. You have to keep my back when we go for William Moriarty. We also need to find the whereabouts of these snipers."
John nodded. "Of course. Do you have a plan?"
Sherlock smirked. "Of course I have, but the most important thing first. No one must know that I am still alive. You will be monitored by Mycroft's people, that means we have to be careful. The hospital is a good place to meet. The best is, you'll start to work here, then we can see each other more often. I have a new phone number where you can reach me. We should, however, stick to using SMS. Who knows who overhears in Baker Street."
John smiled broadly, and Sherlock was infected with it. The world was right again: Sherlock Holmes and John Watson were together again.
Length: 1247 words
Rating: PG 13
Warnings: none
pairing: mild Sherlock/John, but can be read as friendship
Summary: Post "The Reichenbach Fall". John struggles with his life after Sherlocks 'death' and Sherlock wants his life back. But before they must face a new enemy.
Beta: fififolle what would I do without her? Well definetly not this.
All chapters: http://anyrei.livejournal.com/tag/don%27t%20be%20dead
Chapter 5: Some things are meant to be
St. Barts was busy with staff moving around, but as they got closer to the morgue, it became quiet.
"A second attempt to convince me to work here?" John grinned cheekily at Molly.
His mood was a little bit better, now that he was out of the flat. The feeling of being on the move was good for him. Molly laughed quickly.
"I think it would be really nice if you would work here. But there's something else."
"You can tell me now. The agents didn't follow us in the hospital."
She didn't answer, just pulled him down the hallway in silence.
He followed Molly into her little lab. When he entered the room the world suddenly turned upside down. Shocked, John stared at none other than Sherlock Holmes, who stood in the middle of the room and looked at him. John's mind was racing and he felt nauseated. Too many feelings were rushing through him at once.
"John," Sherlock whispered, and walked up to his frozen friend, who didn't dare to breathe, afraid that he would wake up from this dream. John still couldn't respond. He just stared at Sherlock stunned. Sherlock sighed briefly and then pulled John tightly into a hug.
"Sherlock..."
John's voice was low and broken. Sherlock pulled away a little so he could look at his friend, but didn't let him go. John couldn't turn away from his intense blue eyes.
"Yes, I'm sorry, John. I had to do that. I had no choice. "
"But how? I saw when you..."
John wasn't able to bring the sentence to an end. Sherlock was alive! He didn't imagine it, did he? He felt the warm grip of his hands on his arms. John flinched panting and slid down on the floor of the laboratory. Sherlock knelt beside him.
"Are you okay?"
"Am I ..." John looked at him aghast. And then anger joined the chaos of his feelings.
"Am I okay? I thought you were DEAD! You were DEAD IN YOUR BLOOD ON THE PAVEMENT. I had to watch HOW YOU BLOODY JUMPED! FUCK YOU!"
He turned his head away and added quietly, "Of course I'm not okay."
Sherlock put his hand on his shoulder, so that John had to look at him again.
"It was the only way to save you. Mycroft explained to you what happened."
John nodded. He felt inwardly deserted. The anger had subsided and in its place a stunned feeling of calmness spread through him. That was just too much. He had wished that Sherlock was still alive. That it all was a trick. He had stood at the gravestone and pleaded Sherlock not to be dead. And now his wish had become reality.
"I ... I'm so glad you're alive," he whispered softly.
John stretched his back and tried to sit up straight. One way to remind himself that he was a soldier. And very effective to save him from the tears of relief that threatened to pave their way to the top. Molly cleared her throat and left the room with a muttered "I'll be back later."
For a while there was silence between Sherlock and John, then John began to speak slowly.
"Why did you tell me on the phone that you invented Moriarty? Did you really think, I'd buy this nonsense?"
Sherlock smiled briefly. "Of course not. I've tried to tell you that everything is just a trick. I didn't know if my phone was bugged, so officially I had to play by Moriarty's rules. But I was one step ahead of him."
"Why didn't you tell me? You told Molly."
Sherlock nodded. "Moriarty thought, Molly doesn't count for me, so she wasn't important for his game. That was his mistake."
With a slight twinge of guilt Sherlock remembered in this context that he previously had thought the same. But when Molly spoke to him about his sad face and told him that she wouldn't count for him, only then Sherlock got the right idea to develop a strategy against Moriarty. Friends were an uncontrollable variable, Moriarty had no idea of. Something for which Sherlock was very grateful.
"With you it's different. I knew he would try to threaten you again. I wanted you to be safe and not put you into the position to risk your life for me. Unfortunately, Moriarty had already taken precautions. But I was prepared for this case."
Sherlock now sat down next to John on the floor.
"The cyclist got you hard, right?"
John looked at Sherlock in surprise.
"I had it arranged - the passers-by, the other doctors and the cyclist. All of them were from my Homeless Network. They all played their role in this magic trick. The cyclist was the distraction, so that you first wouldn't reach me so quickly and secondly you wouldn't notice the last part of the fall. Infront the hospital there was a lorry parking. On the wall-facing side its hatch was open. So you couldn't see from your perspective what happened behind. Two of my extras had spread a mat behind it on the pavement, and caught my fall thereby. When I was safely down, they had the mat pulled back into the truck and hidden. "
"But all of the blood?"
"It was from the lab here. I don't know if you remember, but one of the doctors has pulled you away from me, when you tried to feel my pulse. That was a close call, which nearly blew everything open. It was important that my death was convincing. The snipers would otherwise have shot you, Mrs Hudson and DI Lestrade immediately."
John sighed loudly and shook his head slowly. He ran his hand over his face and stayed like that for a while.
"I do not know what to say. This is all still so surreal."
He looked at his friend, trying to memorise every detail of Sherlock like he could use it to wipe out the last nightmare. Then he cleared his throat and just looked at his hands.
"When we started to work together, you said to me that it could be dangerous. I followed you anyway. We'll always be getting into dangerous situations. I am a soldier, Sherlock. You don't need to protect me. That's my job. I understand the situation and the motives of your actions, but please never do that to me again."
Sherlock stood up and held out his hand to John.
"It wasn't easy for me, John." John looked at Sherlock, took his hand and let himself be pulled up.
"I need you by my side. You have to keep my back when we go for William Moriarty. We also need to find the whereabouts of these snipers."
John nodded. "Of course. Do you have a plan?"
Sherlock smirked. "Of course I have, but the most important thing first. No one must know that I am still alive. You will be monitored by Mycroft's people, that means we have to be careful. The hospital is a good place to meet. The best is, you'll start to work here, then we can see each other more often. I have a new phone number where you can reach me. We should, however, stick to using SMS. Who knows who overhears in Baker Street."
John smiled broadly, and Sherlock was infected with it. The world was right again: Sherlock Holmes and John Watson were together again.