I Think We Need Counseling

Chapter 3

POV Sherlock

Monday Morning

Purple or white? I thought to myself as I rummaged through my clothes. Usually I didn't care what I wore, but John had insisted on counseling and today was the first day. He told me I should dress nice and make a good impression, like dressing nice would help!  I finally decided on my purple, John's favorite, and slipped it on.

I went to the kitchen to make tea, it was 8:00 and I had gotten up an hour before I needed to. I was nervous, I couldn't help it! If I didn't do this I could loose John, so I had decided to be on my best behavior. John told me that we would meet twice a week with a girl named Kelly Stanford, every Monday and Friday. I thought  about looking her up but decided against it, where's the fun in that? I could hear John waking up, I had been careful not to wake him when I got out of bed. So I went to make another cup of tea.

He was wearing my sheet and scratching his head when he came into the kitchen. He came up behind me, wrapped me partially  in the sheet and mumbled something resembling a good morning. I handed him his tea and we went into the parlor. I sat on the couch and John was snuggled up next to me.

"Are you okay?" he asked as I was staring off into space, predicting the questions I would be asked.

"Fine." I answered flatly. I wasn't going to pretend to be happy in front of John, he knew me too well.

"Nervous?" I was expecting this but still didn't have an answer.

"Yes." I told him. He slipped his hand in mine and gave it a little squeeze, I then kissed him on the forehead.

"Almost time to go," I remarked, glancing at the clock. John silently got up and went to go get dressed. When he came back out he was wearing his white sweater and was texting someone. I didn't ask who because it was probably Mycroft.

We went to grab our coats and my hand froze on the door knob. John saw what was happening and took my hand in his.

"It's okay Sherlock, I'll be there with you." I bent over and kissed him softly, then together we opened the door and walked out onto the sidewalk.

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POV Lestrade

We were waiting in a black limousine in front of their flat. Myc had suggested we pick everyone up and go together. He was still having a bad hangover but was slowly starting to understand I wasn't going to leave again. John was not as surprised as Sherlock when he opened the door and got in.

"Should have known you'd be coming." said Sherlock as he settled himself into his seat.

"We're not the only ones, we still have to go pick up Molly and... Jim" Myc told him as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. At this Sherlock tried to stand up like he was going to do something to Myc but John was faster. His arms were struggling to hold Sherlock down.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you but I knew what you would say if..." John trailed off as Sherlock stared angrily out the window. He looked hurt and when Sherlock realized this he slipped his hand into John's.

We were approaching Molly's when I saw Sherlock tense up. John was still holding his hand and let out a yelp of surprise when Sherlock began to squeeze it, hard. Sherlock saw what he did, quickly let go and mumbled an apology. I shot a glance at Myc who had a worried look on his face. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea...

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POV John

Molly opened the door and she and Jim got in. Molly turned a bright shade of scarlet and Jim looked surprised but said nothing. I quickly reached for Sherlock's hand, he was staring at Jim with an intense look of hatred. I mean he wasn't hiding it he was just full on glaring at him. Molly could see that Sherlock disapproved but couldn't do anything. How could she pick between the man she loves and the man she loved? I stared at Moriary and thought...

JOHN: Hello?

SHERLOCK: John.

JOHN: Hey, Sherlock, you okay?

SHERLOCK: Turn around and walk back the way you came now.

JOHN: No, I’m coming in.

SHERLOCK (frantically): Just do as I ask. Please.

JOHN (turning back and looking around bewildered): Where?

SHERLOCK: Stop there.

JOHN (stopping): Sherlock?

SHERLOCK: Okay, look up. I’m on the rooftop.

JOHN: Oh God.

SHERLOCK: I ... I ... I can’t come down, so we’ll ... we’ll just have to do it like this.

JOHN (anxiously): What’s going on?

SHERLOCK: An apology. It’s all true.

JOHN: Wh-what?

SHERLOCK: Everything they said about me. I invented Moriarty.

JOHN: Why are you saying this?

SHERLOCK: I’m a fake.

JOHN: Sherlock ...

SHERLOCK (his voice becoming tearful): The newspapers were right all along. I want you to tell Lestrade; I want you to tell Mrs Hudson, and Molly ... in fact, tell anyone who will listen to you that I created Moriarty for my own purposes.

JOHN: Okay, shut up, Sherlock, shut up. The first time we met ... the first time we met, you knew all about my sister, right?

SHERLOCK: Nobody could be that clever.

JOHN: You could.

SHERLOCK: I researched you. Before we met I discovered everything that I could to impress you. (He sniffs quietly.) It’s a trick. Just a magic trick.

JOHN: No. All right, stop it now.

SHERLOCK (urgently): No, stay exactly where you are. Don’t move.

JOHN: All right.

SHERLOCK: Keep your eyes fixed on me. (His voice becomes frantic.) Please, will you do this for me?

JOHN: Do what?

SHERLOCK: This phone call – it’s, er ... it’s my note. It’s what people do, don’t they – leave a note?

JOHN: Leave a note when?

SHERLOCK: Goodbye, John.

JOHN (shaking his head): No. Don’t.

JOHN: No. SHERLOCK!

(Sherlock spread his arms to either side and fell forward, plummeting towards the ground. I stared in utter horror.)

JOHN: Sher...

My thoughts were interrupted when Sherlock squeezed my hand, signalling that we were here.

"It's show time," he whispered as he opened the door, the bright sunlight streamed through and we slowly left the car. I froze on the sidewalk but Sherlock was still holding my hand and gently pulled me into the office.