[Fic] Come Out (Wherever You Are): Chapter 6 - Sorry (bigbang_mixup, Sherlock (BBC))
Title: Come Out (Wherever You Are)
Chapter Title: Sorry
Rating: PG-13
Chapter Word Count: 1,743
Overall Word Count: 13,103
Spoilers/Warnings: Spoilers for all of Sherlock.
Summary: John Watson is attempting to get on with his life until life is turned upside down - being kidnapped, being tortured - but the light at the end of the tunnel is worth it.
Author's Note: I do not own Sherlock or any of its characters.
I’m sorry
For everything I could have done
Our lives didn’t work the way
They should have…
John coughed as he started to wake up. He was getting tired of the being drugged, woken up, being drugged again. It didn’t seem like Moriarty’s style, but at the same time, Moriarty didn’t seem to have a standard style. He seemed to be more like anything goes. He tried to move his arms and was surprised when he could. He looked down and was surprised when his legs were also free. He tried to stand out and felt the pain in his leg, which made him just sit down again. He breathed through his nose, closing his eyes and biting on the inside of his cheek to forget the pain that was going through the rest of his body.
When he opened his eyes again, he focused more on where he was exactly. It seemed like a storage container, but there was some outside light and there was some sort of air source coming in and out. There was food and drink on the table in front of him, but he just looked at it. He didn’t trust anything that was just there and he didn’t see where it came from. Even though his stomach was growling, he wasn’t going to give into temptation. At least not yet - he didn’t have a death wish.
He heard a door open and turned to the sound. He heard Moriarty come in, carrying a thick envelope, and talking on a cell phone. “After everything is double checked, he’ll be released,” Moriarty said into the phone. He clicked it off as he came to sit down on the opposite side of the table from John. “Not hungry/”
“No, not really.”
Moriarty took half of the sandwich and bit into it before pulling over a napkin. He sat the sandwich down on it, opening the envelope and pulling out the information that was inside. “Turns out that people like you.”
“Do they?”
“At least the Iceman does. A clean slate for you to be alive. He doesn’t even have faith in his brother anymore to find you,” Moriarty said. “Passport and everything. He did not disappoint.”
“You’re going to get caught. Again.”
Moriarty chuckled. “That’s not about to happen anytime soon. Also, there soon won’t be a Moriarty.”
“When am I being let go then?” John asked.
“Not yet,” Moriarty said. “Maybe not ever. The problem is that Mycroft was too trusting. That’s his loss and my gain.” He took another bite of the sandwich. “You should eat.”
John looked at Moriarty for a moment before picking up the other half of the sandwich. He bit into it and leaned back, chewing as he thought. He didn’t have anything to fight with to get free, plus he was at a disadvantage due to his leg and the fact that his hand was starting to hurt. There was a bottle of pain killers on the table as well, but he wasn’t about to take those unless Moriarty did so first. “So, where are we exactly?”
“One of the ports in London. From here, to Switerland, and from there - well, Russia is nice this time of year. So is China.”
“And you think I’m just going to go with you?” John asked.
“Do you really have any other choice?”
“Why are you doing this?” John asked. “To punish Sherlock? He doesn’t care.”
Moriarty smirked. “Do you know why he jumped from that roof, John?”
John thought for a moment and shook his head no.
“I like using snipers. One on you, one on Lestrade, one actually having tea with Mrs. Hudson. If he jumped, then you all survived. If he didn’t… well, then he was going to have to spend the rest of his life knowing that he was the death of all of you. The cute thing though - “ Moriarty chuckled. “The adorable thing, really, is that you were the only name he mentioned. You were the only one that he was truly worried about. Why not keep such a valuable piece to keep Sherlock Holmes away from me?”
“Because it won’t. He’ll keep trying to come after you, trying to find any sort of trace of you. And, the longer you drag it out, the less he’s going to worry about laws and working inside of them. He’s got rules, Moriarty - I know you don’t care - but he does. Not all good men have rules.”
Moriarty smirked. “Take some pain pills, John. I think the pain in your leg is going to your head.”
“I’m fine, thank you. More if you had supplies so I could immobilize my leg if you’re not going to let me see anyone.”
“Those supplies are coming and will be here before we leave,” Moriarty said. “For now, I would sit tight and try to eat some more.” He put his gun on the table, getting up and picking up his cell phone to type out a text message.
John looked at the gun and didn’t hesitate this time. He used his good leg to throw himself out of the chair and grab the gun. Moriarty saw what he was doing and moved to counter but John got in a punch with his good hand, grabbing the gun with his bad one. Moriarty slammed down on the bad hand to make John drop the gun, but it backfired. John lifted the gun, his hand shaking, moving it to Moriarty’s face. The gun was lifted higher into the air as John fought for control of it and the gun fired before Moriarty could kick as John’s bad leg. It made John crumple to the ground and he looked up to Moriarty pointing the gun at him. Now he was wishing he took the pain pills in the first place.
“Stay there,” Moriarty said as he backed up a few steps and finished his text message, keeping one eye on John the entire time.
*~*~*~*
Sherlock got out of the car as soon as it came to a stop. The sun was slowly coming up and ships were making their way in and out of the port. He turned to see all the different cargo bins that were there and quickly calculated how many in his mind.
“This is going to be like a needle in a haystack,” Lestrade said. He took the map given to him and started splitting up quadrents for people to look through.
Sherlock moved over and looked at the map as well. “Which is mine?”
“Ours,” Lestrade said and pointed it out. “I’m not letting you two out of my sight.”
“Thank you,” Irene said as Sherlock turned away from the map. “We might need the help.”
“Let’s just pray that we find him soon. I can’t keep all of the ships in port and there are some who have already left,” Lestrade said.
“Let’s go then,” Sherlock said as he set off in the direction that Lestrade pointed out on the map. He could hear that Irene was close behind as he turned the corner and started to open doors to all the containers that he could. He was about to kick in another when he stopped and turned to a sound.
“Was that a gunshot?” Irene asked.
“Yes,” Lestrade said. “Sherlock?”
Sherlock wasn’t sure when Lestrade joined him, but he was glad about it. He turned to the sound of the gunshot and just ran to the general area it was in. He saw that Irene was about to ask something and held up a hand for her to be quiet. The only sound, aside from the natural ones, was the beep of the cell phone in his pocket.
“You don’t put your phone on silent?” Lestrade asked.
“He likes being able to hear things,” Irene retorted.
Sherlock looked at the text and showed it to the other two - extremely hot - was all it said. He opened a reply, not sending it, but showing it to the others - look for cameras. He started to scan the area they were in, walking a bit further in. “Lestrade.”
Lestrade came over and looked up, seeing the camera. He tried the door, finding it locked and motioned Irene and Sherlock behind him. He shot twice at the lock before kicking it in.
Moriarty looked up as the three came in and smiled. He kept the gun aimed at John. “Well, now this I didn’t see.”
“Considering the camera, I doubt that,” Sherlock said as he moved up to be at the same level as Lestrade.
John turned his head towards the sound of Sherlock’s voice, but kept his eyes on Moriarty.
“Put down your gun and give yourself up. It’s over,” Lestrade said.
“Oh Inspector - you should know that it’s never simply over,” Moriarty said. “Didn’t Sherlock teach you that? Back from the grave and all - along with Miss Adler. I wonder if John has the same supernatural properties that the two of you have.” He cocked the gun.
“Wait,” Lestrade said. He put down his gun and kicked it away from himself. “Now put down the gun. We’ll be able to get you out of here.”
Moriarty chuckled. “What makes you think I want to leave?”
“There’s a backdoor behind you that you could sneak out of,” Sherlock said. “Considering your own resurrection, I don’t think you want to waste your new life.”
“Or we could all listen to John beg for his life,” Moriarty said. “You’re never going to be able to save him, Sherlock. Not from your enemies.”
John took a deep breath before he moved. He struck hard at Moriarty’s knee and rolled, the gun going off and hitting where he had been. Another reason he was glad he got out of the way is that Sherlock was there in a blink of an eye and beating Moriarty as hard as he could. “Sherlock!” he yelled.
Lestrade moved over quickly, pulling Sherlock off before cuffing Moriarty. “I’ll call for an ambulance,” he said.
Sherlock looked down at John and kneeled down next to him, taking the non injured hand. “Are you alright?” he asked, even though he knew the answer was no.
“No,” John whispered, using the last bit of his strength to curl up against Sherlock. He felt a soft kiss on his forehead as they waited for the ambulance to come and held tightly to Sherlock’s hand.
Chapter Title: Sorry
Rating: PG-13
Chapter Word Count: 1,743
Overall Word Count: 13,103
Spoilers/Warnings: Spoilers for all of Sherlock.
Summary: John Watson is attempting to get on with his life until life is turned upside down - being kidnapped, being tortured - but the light at the end of the tunnel is worth it.
Author's Note: I do not own Sherlock or any of its characters.
I’m sorry
For everything I could have done
Our lives didn’t work the way
They should have…
John coughed as he started to wake up. He was getting tired of the being drugged, woken up, being drugged again. It didn’t seem like Moriarty’s style, but at the same time, Moriarty didn’t seem to have a standard style. He seemed to be more like anything goes. He tried to move his arms and was surprised when he could. He looked down and was surprised when his legs were also free. He tried to stand out and felt the pain in his leg, which made him just sit down again. He breathed through his nose, closing his eyes and biting on the inside of his cheek to forget the pain that was going through the rest of his body.
When he opened his eyes again, he focused more on where he was exactly. It seemed like a storage container, but there was some outside light and there was some sort of air source coming in and out. There was food and drink on the table in front of him, but he just looked at it. He didn’t trust anything that was just there and he didn’t see where it came from. Even though his stomach was growling, he wasn’t going to give into temptation. At least not yet - he didn’t have a death wish.
He heard a door open and turned to the sound. He heard Moriarty come in, carrying a thick envelope, and talking on a cell phone. “After everything is double checked, he’ll be released,” Moriarty said into the phone. He clicked it off as he came to sit down on the opposite side of the table from John. “Not hungry/”
“No, not really.”
Moriarty took half of the sandwich and bit into it before pulling over a napkin. He sat the sandwich down on it, opening the envelope and pulling out the information that was inside. “Turns out that people like you.”
“Do they?”
“At least the Iceman does. A clean slate for you to be alive. He doesn’t even have faith in his brother anymore to find you,” Moriarty said. “Passport and everything. He did not disappoint.”
“You’re going to get caught. Again.”
Moriarty chuckled. “That’s not about to happen anytime soon. Also, there soon won’t be a Moriarty.”
“When am I being let go then?” John asked.
“Not yet,” Moriarty said. “Maybe not ever. The problem is that Mycroft was too trusting. That’s his loss and my gain.” He took another bite of the sandwich. “You should eat.”
John looked at Moriarty for a moment before picking up the other half of the sandwich. He bit into it and leaned back, chewing as he thought. He didn’t have anything to fight with to get free, plus he was at a disadvantage due to his leg and the fact that his hand was starting to hurt. There was a bottle of pain killers on the table as well, but he wasn’t about to take those unless Moriarty did so first. “So, where are we exactly?”
“One of the ports in London. From here, to Switerland, and from there - well, Russia is nice this time of year. So is China.”
“And you think I’m just going to go with you?” John asked.
“Do you really have any other choice?”
“Why are you doing this?” John asked. “To punish Sherlock? He doesn’t care.”
Moriarty smirked. “Do you know why he jumped from that roof, John?”
John thought for a moment and shook his head no.
“I like using snipers. One on you, one on Lestrade, one actually having tea with Mrs. Hudson. If he jumped, then you all survived. If he didn’t… well, then he was going to have to spend the rest of his life knowing that he was the death of all of you. The cute thing though - “ Moriarty chuckled. “The adorable thing, really, is that you were the only name he mentioned. You were the only one that he was truly worried about. Why not keep such a valuable piece to keep Sherlock Holmes away from me?”
“Because it won’t. He’ll keep trying to come after you, trying to find any sort of trace of you. And, the longer you drag it out, the less he’s going to worry about laws and working inside of them. He’s got rules, Moriarty - I know you don’t care - but he does. Not all good men have rules.”
Moriarty smirked. “Take some pain pills, John. I think the pain in your leg is going to your head.”
“I’m fine, thank you. More if you had supplies so I could immobilize my leg if you’re not going to let me see anyone.”
“Those supplies are coming and will be here before we leave,” Moriarty said. “For now, I would sit tight and try to eat some more.” He put his gun on the table, getting up and picking up his cell phone to type out a text message.
John looked at the gun and didn’t hesitate this time. He used his good leg to throw himself out of the chair and grab the gun. Moriarty saw what he was doing and moved to counter but John got in a punch with his good hand, grabbing the gun with his bad one. Moriarty slammed down on the bad hand to make John drop the gun, but it backfired. John lifted the gun, his hand shaking, moving it to Moriarty’s face. The gun was lifted higher into the air as John fought for control of it and the gun fired before Moriarty could kick as John’s bad leg. It made John crumple to the ground and he looked up to Moriarty pointing the gun at him. Now he was wishing he took the pain pills in the first place.
“Stay there,” Moriarty said as he backed up a few steps and finished his text message, keeping one eye on John the entire time.
*~*~*~*
Sherlock got out of the car as soon as it came to a stop. The sun was slowly coming up and ships were making their way in and out of the port. He turned to see all the different cargo bins that were there and quickly calculated how many in his mind.
“This is going to be like a needle in a haystack,” Lestrade said. He took the map given to him and started splitting up quadrents for people to look through.
Sherlock moved over and looked at the map as well. “Which is mine?”
“Ours,” Lestrade said and pointed it out. “I’m not letting you two out of my sight.”
“Thank you,” Irene said as Sherlock turned away from the map. “We might need the help.”
“Let’s just pray that we find him soon. I can’t keep all of the ships in port and there are some who have already left,” Lestrade said.
“Let’s go then,” Sherlock said as he set off in the direction that Lestrade pointed out on the map. He could hear that Irene was close behind as he turned the corner and started to open doors to all the containers that he could. He was about to kick in another when he stopped and turned to a sound.
“Was that a gunshot?” Irene asked.
“Yes,” Lestrade said. “Sherlock?”
Sherlock wasn’t sure when Lestrade joined him, but he was glad about it. He turned to the sound of the gunshot and just ran to the general area it was in. He saw that Irene was about to ask something and held up a hand for her to be quiet. The only sound, aside from the natural ones, was the beep of the cell phone in his pocket.
“You don’t put your phone on silent?” Lestrade asked.
“He likes being able to hear things,” Irene retorted.
Sherlock looked at the text and showed it to the other two - extremely hot - was all it said. He opened a reply, not sending it, but showing it to the others - look for cameras. He started to scan the area they were in, walking a bit further in. “Lestrade.”
Lestrade came over and looked up, seeing the camera. He tried the door, finding it locked and motioned Irene and Sherlock behind him. He shot twice at the lock before kicking it in.
Moriarty looked up as the three came in and smiled. He kept the gun aimed at John. “Well, now this I didn’t see.”
“Considering the camera, I doubt that,” Sherlock said as he moved up to be at the same level as Lestrade.
John turned his head towards the sound of Sherlock’s voice, but kept his eyes on Moriarty.
“Put down your gun and give yourself up. It’s over,” Lestrade said.
“Oh Inspector - you should know that it’s never simply over,” Moriarty said. “Didn’t Sherlock teach you that? Back from the grave and all - along with Miss Adler. I wonder if John has the same supernatural properties that the two of you have.” He cocked the gun.
“Wait,” Lestrade said. He put down his gun and kicked it away from himself. “Now put down the gun. We’ll be able to get you out of here.”
Moriarty chuckled. “What makes you think I want to leave?”
“There’s a backdoor behind you that you could sneak out of,” Sherlock said. “Considering your own resurrection, I don’t think you want to waste your new life.”
“Or we could all listen to John beg for his life,” Moriarty said. “You’re never going to be able to save him, Sherlock. Not from your enemies.”
John took a deep breath before he moved. He struck hard at Moriarty’s knee and rolled, the gun going off and hitting where he had been. Another reason he was glad he got out of the way is that Sherlock was there in a blink of an eye and beating Moriarty as hard as he could. “Sherlock!” he yelled.
Lestrade moved over quickly, pulling Sherlock off before cuffing Moriarty. “I’ll call for an ambulance,” he said.
Sherlock looked down at John and kneeled down next to him, taking the non injured hand. “Are you alright?” he asked, even though he knew the answer was no.
“No,” John whispered, using the last bit of his strength to curl up against Sherlock. He felt a soft kiss on his forehead as they waited for the ambulance to come and held tightly to Sherlock’s hand.