All They Needed: A JohnLock High School AU |NaNoWriMo|

Chapter 23: Blocked

A/N: Listen to the goddammed song and you will be like...... Sherlock singing about Moriarty???? And then the speaking part is John talking about Sebastian........ theme song perhaps??

Chapter 23: Blocked

Sherlock

Sherlock was a bit tired from staying up all night, which was unusual, since he often stayed up even longer.

So he pulled up at a cheap motel and spent the night there. The beds were uncomfortable and hard on his back and for once, he thanked God that he had lived a nice life with a proper upbringing.

But his thoughts constantly strayed to John.

He was worried. Who wouldn't be worried if a mass-weirdo-killer was after them? And possibly his friends too. Scratch that. His only true friend.

"Oh, John," Sherlock said sadly, shifting in the horribly uncomfortable bed.

His phone buzzed. He picked it up and looked at the bright screen. There was a new text message from a blocked user.

He swiped it open and quickly read it.

Sherlock! Just wanted to notify you that I know where you are, and that I have taken your precious John Watson! Leave your dumpy motel tomorrow and try to find him! You have a week.

xoxo Jim

Sherlock wanted to throw his phone away, but before he could, Moriarty sent him a picture of John Watson's unconscious form strapped to a chair. It didn't look like he'd been harmed, but Sherlock knew there was something fishy about the parka John was wearing.

"Dammit!" Sherlock realised that there was a bomb strapped to John.

Sherlock threw his phone away, not caring if the expensive phone would break. He sank into the scratchy sheets and fell into a deep sleep that was void of dreams, but filled with nightmares.

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The first thing Sherlock tried to do in the morning was identify the background of the photo sent to him. Luckily the phone hadn't broken during his burst of rage the previous night.

It looked like a basement, stacked with endless boxes. It was dimly lit, but there was a faded poster advertising that a circus would be coming to some city during the 90's.

Sherlock sighed and decided that the photo was useless. There were no clues aside from the poster. And the poster was not helping much either. Though it did look vaguely familiar...

Sherlock narrowed his eyes as he tried to remember. Then it hit him – indeed, he had seen that poster before. It had been a long time ago, during his childhood. An unimportant piece of information he would have usually deleted, but it had been so boring that it stayed in his mind unnoticed, like dust beneath a book one disliked. He even recalled calling it 'stupidly boring' back then.

He knew the circus had appeared in London at a park. It would most likely be the one next to his old school, the London Academy of the Special.

Sherlock grimaced knowing he'd have to walk through memory lane to save John. But it didn't matter. He knew something was wrong with him to need to protect and save John Watson at all costs, but he didn't know what it was.

He would find out soon, though.