SHERLOCK STRANGE IMAGINE

10 SECOND [S.H]

“I really don’t think we should be doing this Sherlock.”

“You didn’t have to come with me.”

“Come with-” You huffed, shutting the pool door behind you with a shake of your head. When you spun around, Sherlock was already cautiously looking around the pool. “Sherlock, may I remind you that I was perfectly fine going home but you insisted I come with you?”

He only hummed in response and you sighed, shoulders dropping. Accepting defeat, you walked further into the room, your eyes scanning around the place similar as to Sherlock, only with more fear then curiosity. “This man, Sherlock, is dangerous.” You sighed, adding onto your earlier, short conversation. “And not telling John? Was that wise?”

“You weren’t meant to know either.” Sherlock reminded and you only sighed again - the man was impossible. “But yet, here you are.”

“Which again is because you brought me along!” You exclaimed, falling by his side as you glared. You would’ve been perfectly fine with staying at home, doing nothing but Sherlock had forced you to come, saying he needed you. That, and when you finally found out exactly what he was doing, you couldn’t let him go. Not alone. This man, Moriarty, is a danger, who had managed to best even that of Sherlock. And gazing around the pool, you felt your chest tighten with worry - this didn’t seem right.

“Brought you a little getting-to-know-you present.” Sherlock said allowed, waving a USB stick in the air, and gesturing to Moriarty who he was meant to meet. “That’s what this has all been for, hasn’t it? All your little puzzles, making me dance. All to distract me from this.”

“Sherlock,” you called softly. “Something doesn-”

You were cut off by the sound of a door opening, and alike Sherlock, you spun around in response. Your eyes narrowed at the sight of John… in a winter jacket? stepping through the door.

“Evening,” John said.

“John?” You called, taking a step forward but he only shook his head.

“This is a turn-up, isn’t it, Sherlock?” There was something odd about the way John spoke, almost robotically. Not to mention the coat - your eyes widened, oh God…

“John!” Sherlock exclaimed; “what the hell?”

“Bet you never saw this coming.” You took a shaky breath in as John pulled his hands from his pockets, the winter coat opening to reveal a bomb attached to his chest. Your heart plummeted as you realized your suspicions had been right. “What would you like me to make him say…” You rushed forward along with Sherlock as you noticed a red dot appear over John’s chest - snipers. “…Next?”

You stayed slightly behind Sherlock, your eyes scanning around you for any sighting - but of course, you saw nothing.

“Gottle o’ gear, gottle o’ gear, gottle o’ gear.”

“Stop it,” Sherlock demanded.

“Nice touch this,” John continued. “The pool, where little Carl died. I stopped him. I can stop John Watson, too. Stop his heart.” You felt like you were going to be sick. “And darling over there, beside you.” You felt Sherlock’s eyes fall on you and him step before you, holding a hand out before you. “I can stop Y/N too.” Oh God….

“Who are you?” Sherlock asked, his head spinning around.

Another door opened and your eyes snapped forward, but no one appeared - only a voice. “I gave you my number. I thought you might call.” Then a face appeared, one you had never seen before. But by the expression on Sherlock’s face, it seemed he had. “Is that a British Army Browning L9A1 in your pocket, or are you just pleased to see me?”