Sheriarty

Sebastian

....silence....

"Yes..." Sherlock whispered pressing his lips against Moriarty's cheek.

"Thank you, Mr.Holmes."

~St Bart's Hospital~

Sherlock calculated all his possible escapes just in case Moriarty was using him. Moriarty was playing a song. A certain lyric lingered in the air:

'Brake down your walls, hack down your brain, move through your vein's, I'm going to move like a soldier'

Moriarty grinned as Sherlock approached him.

"Mornin' Sherly! Nice weather today...?" He asked as if they where here by coincidence.
Rain plastered Sherlocks hair to his forehead and his purple shirt was soaked. He didn't bring a coat to ally Johns suspicions.

Moriarty shrugged his coat of his shoulders placing them gently round Sherlocks. He diddnt know how to react.

"You could at least feel happy about the situation Sherl! We running away!" Sherlock smiled ever so slightly and swiftly brought him into a hug.
"I'm happy in my own way."
"Good, now let's continue on our new journey together!" Moriarty exclaimed dragging Sherlock of the building down the steps and into a cab before anyone could see them.
"Head for the underground." He said never letting go of Sherlock hand. They occasionally glanced at each other smiling as Sherlock wandered where they where going. The taxi pulled up outside of the underground train station and they paid heading out towards the escalators.
"Sherlock!" Sherlock whipped his head round studying the crowd, an old friend did amongst the many people, Mike Stamford. Sherlock felt a strong feeling of guilt.
"C'mon we're going." Moriarty huffed and dragged him through the many people until they reached there train.
They stood in the middle awkwardly holding onto the bars as the train moved forth. On the next stop, a seemingly drunk man stumbled on with s beer in one's hand. He harassed a few passengers before noticing the two holding hands.
"Woah, I'm not staying on a train with a pair of faggots." He slurred and caught Sherlock eye.
"Mind you, you're pretty cute..." He pressed his body against Sherlock making Moriarty his with rage.
"Lay off my fucking boyfriend before I make you into shoes..." He growled almost scarring Sherlock which he no doubt liked.
"You don't scare me! I'll do what I want!" He cried and smashed his mouth against Sherlock' s. He kneed him in the crotch and Moriarty elbowed him in the neck making him collapse to the floor in a crying mess. The partners around them either looked pleased or horrified and they hoped of the train in order to stop gaining looks.
"It seems we can't escape London!" Sherlock mumbled making his other laugh.
"Aye that's certainly right." Suddenly he got the feeling that they shouldn't leave but just shoved it to the back of his dark mind.
"We will be there soon."

<221B Baker Street>
John was day trading his newspaper happily drinking his tea when he heard miss Hudson's horrified cries.
"Miss Hudson what's wrong?" He asked concerned for the old woman. There was a sudden burst through the door and a 30 looking manwalked through with a shotgun and dirty blonde hair and a cigar handing out the corner of his mouth. Looking really pissed.
"Where Holmes??"
"E-excuse me-"
"Where the hell is he?!" John began to quake with great as he held his hand up in defence.
Than he thought, where was Sherlock? He hasn't been home in a while...
"I don't know, note please door down I'm sure we can sort this out..." He gestured towards a seat and the man cocked the gun.
"If I found out you helped him escape.... you'll regret it..." He warned taking a seat with his gun firmly by his side.
"W-what's your name..?" There was a slight pause before the man started at John in his eyes.
"Sebastian..."