60 Ways to Say Goodbye - A Johnlock Fanfiction

Chapter Twenty-Two

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Chapter 22

My head ached and my throat was sore.

Had I been sleeping? No. I didn't remember going to bed. I didn't remember being home at all.

I opened my eyes. I was in a dark room, or what I thought was a room. I wouldn't know, as I couldn't see a thing. There was a single hanging lamp somewhere in the space. The center? Maybe. Who was to say that this place had a center?

"Sherlock?" I croaked out. It hurt a bit to talk.

A smooth voice laughed. "No, John, Sherlock's not here, but he will be soon. Very soon. Shouldn't you be thanking me, Dr. Watson? I didn't even tie you up!"

I remembered what had happened in the graveyard. I had no idea how long ago it had been, and i didn't know what time it was now. But I could see the man stepping into the light and I knew that it was Sebastian Moran.

The man was now dressed in a suit and had his hair slicked back, reminding me of Moriarty. He was thin, like a snake. That's what he was too. He was sleazy and horrible, just like a snake.

"Why is he coming? What did you say to him?" I asked feverishly.

"John, you poor ignorant man," Sebastian coaxed in his sleek voice. "I simply texted Mr. Holmes, telling him that I had you, and for him to come and retrieve his pet. Thank you for leaving your mobile in your front pocket, by the way. It was very helpful."

I laughed, making Sebastian scowl. "Why laugh? I'm going to kill your lover!" he yelled.

"I just expected more from Moriarty's right hand man," I said. "Some master plan. But you. You're just a big disappointment, Sebastian. You're doing all the work. Sherlock doesn't have to think at all. Moriarty would disapprove."

Sebastian sneered, obviously upset by what I had said. "I don't care whether or not I've made Sherlock think. I'm only here to make sure he never thinks again."

"He won't die tonight," I said, trying to convince myself of the fact more than anything. "You're just wasting your time."

"Am I? Because my minion has just informed me that Sherlock has arrived!" Moran laughed.

I felt my face fell. The one time I want Sherlock to forget about me and he still doesn't listen.

"You know I won't let you hurt him," I argued.

"Is that so?" He laughed.

"Yes. It is so!"

Sebastian laughed. "John, there is nothing you can do to stop me putting a bullet through Sherlock's heart."

He patted his coat, gesturing to the gun that I could see lining the inside pocket.

"Moran!" I heard Sherlock yell as he strolled into the space. He couldn't see me. I wasn't under the light, off to the side. He didn't know I was here.

"Ah, dearest Sherlock Holmes," the man said with a coy smile.

"What have you done with John?" Sherlock got straight to the point.