Friends Protect People (Johnlock)

A Deal is Made

A/N: Hello, here's a chapter, although it's kind of dark. Okay really dark.

Warning: Violence. Seriously. if it makes you uncomfortable to read i'm sorry but this is the last chapter that is going to be like this. Only 5 or 6 more chapters left I think.

I may post another chapter tomorrow or on Thursday depending on how quickly I can finish the next part. It's getting fun writing this now.

Enjoy! :)

(Sherlock’s POV)

            “D-do you li-like my new v-v-v-voice Sher…lock?” John gasped at the end, as if he was in a lot of pain.

            “John!?” I cried. “Are you alright? What did Moriarty do to you? Are you alright?” Questions spewed out of my mouth faster than I could think properly.

            “Oh, J-johnny boy is f-f-fine. He’s a-a-live, th-that’s all you n-need to know.”

            “Moriarty…”I hissed, gritting my teeth as I paced around the small room. I was shaking, so infuriated that I was ready to break something.

            “What Sh-Sherlock? Are you n-not h-h-having fun with this g-game? Pity, I l-l-liked it.”

            “Why don’t you speak to me yourself? Or after all this time do you still need to hide behind another human shield?” Lestrade looked at me impatiently, so I put the phone on speaker, setting it on the counter.

            “I’m actually u-unable to get to t-the phone r-right now, so j-j-johnny boy here is my r-replacement.” John’s voice is still quivering, and it makes my heart clench. Moriarty already has strapped him to a bomb, why doesn’t he leave my John alone?

            “Leave. John. Alone.” I spat, bending over the phone which as much fury as if the spider himself was sitting in its place.

            “J-John is my f-favorite though. You get so… s-so emotional o-over him. It’s a-adorable.” Moriarty’s patronizing banter sounds all wrong in John’s voice.

            “He’s my friend.” I answer simply.

            “Oh, but we both know that’s not quite true.” Moriarty’s own voice is suddenly coming through the line, making me step back a bit in shock.

            “What did you do with John?” I ask. Sure it was scary knowing that Moriarty had John in his grasp and was manipulating him, but now that I couldn’t hear his voice, I couldn’t be sure that he was alive anymore.

            “I’ve been dead for 2 years and all you want to talk about is John? Sherlock, daddy’s missed you.” I rolled my eyes at Moriarty’s shameless flirting. Lestrade however, looked extremely uncomfortable while Anderson just looked at me incredulously.

            “Oh, believe me; I haven’t stopped thinking about you for the past 2 years.” I mutter into the phone, knowing full well how this sounded to the outside world. “However, you didn’t answer my question. Where. Is. John?”

            “Oh, John’s busy at the moment. But Sherlock, I want to play a game.” I froze, Moriarty’s ‘games’ were anything but good. I used to think they were fun, stimulating for the brain, but now they involved people that I cared about. I wouldn’t let Moriarty hurt those people anymore. Especially John.

            “What game would you like to play?” I asked coolly, steeling my mind so that I couldn’t let any more of my emotions distract me. My mind needed to be as sharp as possible if I was to save John.