Robert Downey Jr X Reader *EDITING

SOLVING MYSTERIES 5

*Y/N

~MORNING~

When I woke up, I heard chirping sounds from the birds. I turned to look at my back and saw Sherlock still asleep. His lips are slightly open and soft snores are coming from him. A couple of hairs were covering his face, I softly swiped them off from his face. Then, I saw his hand hold mine and let it rest on his cheek. 

"Trying to stare at me won't work." He said softly without opening his eyes. 

"Is it against?" I asked softly. I heard him chuckle and finally open his eyes, staring at me.

"This is a beautiful way to wake up in the morning." He said and I blushed, hiding from him. 

"Stop it. You know how to make a woman flutter."

"Don't hide from me." He said as he raised my chin to look back at him. "Good morning, darling."

"Good morning too." He leaned in and captured my lips in his. I smiled at the kiss as he held my cheek in his hand to deepen the kiss. 

"Can you please shut up..." We heard John's voice. We broke the kiss and we looked behind Sherlock. It was John, still with his eyes closed. I giggled and I went back to cuddling with Sherlock. I felt him kiss my head and I smiled.

"Watson, we need to get up." Sherlock said without letting go of the hug. 

"No, you two get up. I need more time." John groggily said through his pillow.

"I told you, it was going to be the death of you." Sherlock said as he lay another kiss on my head and began to stand. We heard John groan. I chuckled at John as Sherlock helped me stand. 

"We'll be outside." I said and we walked out.

~NIGHT~

We all went down the carriage and followed Simza and some French men. We passed the kitchen and some men began to pat us to check for weaponry.

"Hey, watch your hands to the lady." Sherlock warned the French man who was starting to pat me.

"It's okay, Sherlock." I said as I was cleared from the patting. Then, we began to walk down the stairs and saw a man whose back was facing us.

"Still hiding in basements." Simza asked the man. I began checking the place and it was pretty much the same since I last went here, to deliver some message from my father. Then, the man began speaking in French as we all went near his table.

"I'm not here to see you." Simza replied. The man continued eating. Simza and I approached the table and we faced the man. It is indeed Ravache. Now that Ravache and I are face to face, I can see how shocked he was to see me.

"1789. A seminal vintage." Sherlock said as Ravache drank his wine.

"The year of our glorious revolution---" Ravache said.

"Is he here?" Simza asked.

"---When freedom has triumphed over tyranny."

"Is my brother here?" Simza asked raising her voice.

"I haven't seen him... For a long time."

"You're lying." Simza asked.

"Sit. Please." Ravache commanded. Sherlock, Simza, and I took a chair and sat.

"A letter was received from Rene, using the same paper." John began.

"Of course, he took it with him wherever he went." Sherlock began. "He's telling the truth, Rene isn't here." 

"He was given another assignment---"

"---By an anonymous benefactor?" Sherlock interrupted.

"Another Englishman, with money, power... who supported our cause. And now, he dictates our every move." Ravache said. He drank from his wine and wiped his mouth with a napkin. I dragged the chair away from the table and immediately stood. I face my back behind them and sighed in distress.

"I believe it was her superior." Ravache said, directly pointing at me without pointing a finger. I sighed shakily knowing that this time would end negatively.

"I do not allow myself to be a part of his games." I told Ravache.

"Demanding I take responsibility for his acts of terror. I made the deal with the devil. But after tonight, it will be over." Ravache's words struck me. I sucked in the air and looked at the ceiling knowing that my father might win this round.

"My job is almost done." Ravache said.

"He's had you plant another bomb. Hasn't he?" John realized.

"Claude, please. These men and lady can help you." Simza pleads.

"I wish they could." 

"What has he got from you?" I asked.

"You see, Gentlemen and Lady. He has my wife and children." Ravache said and I held my head in my hands, couldn't comprehend that my father would go beyond this kind of monstrosity.

"If you tell where the bomb is, I'll find a way to help your family." Sherlock made a deal.

"That's already taken care of. We have a deal. He and I, no loose ends." Ravache said while looking at me. "There's only one thing I can do to keep my family safe. You have less than ten minutes." Ravache began to get his gun and point it at his temple.

"Don't." Sherlock said but it was too late. I gasped as I began to take hold of the wall beside me and panic. I couldn't comprehend what was happening in the background, all I hear is the sounds of gunshots firing and the voices in my head. 

"...No loose ends..."

"...No loose ends..."

"...No loose ends..."

"...No loose ends..."

That's right. Escaping from my father would be such a terrible way of making freedom, but death will be the only option of freedom if it means letting go of my father. If death will be the only option for me to stay away from my father, then so be it.

"Darling!" I heard Sherlock's voice. I saw him in front of me cradling my face in his cheeks. "We have to go." He said and I only nodded at him. 

"Quickly as we go." Sherlock told everybody, leading me inside the secret exit from the furnace. "You know what to do with that sandbag, Watson." Sherlock said as we entered. Sherlock lit the touch from the wall and began observing the room, that was full of bombs.

"Doctor, could you secure that lever." Sherlock said. Then, John began working on Sherlock's request, making the room a little brighter.

"Could've told me." Simza began. "Ravache was strong. He lived for liberty. He would never take away his own life."

"Calm yourself." Sherlock said. I went to Simza and held her arms.

"My brother he--- he's weak." 

"Sim! You have to calm down." I said.

"I need you to take a deep breath and follow us." John said.

"To the opera." Sherlock announced. Then, he began leading us further as we reached the end of the passage. Sherlock opened the gate which leads us up the stairs and the opera house in view. The four of us began running to the opera house and snuck inside the backstage. Sherlock made his way towards a prop that was slowly rising to the stage above us when I sensed a silhouette from behind. I looked at it suspiciously and followed it without John and Sim noticing me gone. 

As soon as I followed the silhouette, I was grabbed by another strong hand into a dark room. I tried to fight the man, but I felt something stuck in my neck, which made me lose consciousness and my vision faded as I fell collapsing on one's arms.