Falling For You

The Game

Come and play. -JM

Sherlock looked at his phone, his blank expression forming into an angry one.  A picture was attached to the text which Sherlock opened and saw was the interior of a dark room.  But there was a painting in the back that made Sherlock jump.  He knew where Moriarty was and he wasn't far.  He screamed at the cabbie to pull over and then he quickly throw some money in the driver's direction before quickly darting out of the car.

With each footstep on the pavement, Sherlock's heart beat a little bit faster.  He had to get to John. He was scared that he was already too late or that John didn't even think he would be coming for him at all.  But Sherlock had to think about this like it was a sign.  He knew that he took a great risk in letting John into his heart, by allowing them to be in a relationship.  But Sherlock knew that he had to stop being so damn selfish and think about John.  John didn't need Sherlock in his life.  All Sherlock managed to do was get John in harm's way, and that was obviously not very useful.  So, Sherlock made a quick decision.  He had to choose him or John.  He knew that it would crush John almost as much as it would crush him, but he would have to do it.  John would be alive and safe after that, and that was all that really mattered to Sherlock, anyway.

"Moriarty!" Sherlock yelled as he entered the room Moriarty had sent him a picture of.  John was strapped to a chair in the corner of the room.  There was a small overhead light that encased the room with a weak light, but it didn't matter to Sherlock because John seemed to be pretty okay. 

"Hello again, Sherlock.  Did you like my text?" Moriarty asked in his mad voice.  Sherlock gritted his teeth and checked John's wrist to see if he had a pulse.  It was weak, but he was alive.  Sherlock had to admit that he was grateful.

"What did you do to him?" Sherlock asked, looking back at Moriarty.

"Drugged him a bit.  It was his turn," Moriarty shrugged.

"Is he...?" Sherlock asked, about ready to kill Moriarty if he had even harmed a single hair on his short love.

"He's fine, Sherlock. My God, get over yourself," Moriarty said with a roll of his deep eyes. Sherlock nodded and swallowed the lump in his throat. Moriarty had been able to fake his own death, so that meant he could fake John's life.

"This fight is between you and me," Sherlock said, getting up from John's side. He mentally apologised to his doctor love and turned to face his greatest fear. It was time to lie like there was no tomorrow, but Sherlock didn't mind the lying bit. He just knew the words, even if lies, would kill Sherlock inside. He didn't want to say the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

"Oh, Sherlock. We both know that's not true," a Moriarty said. Just then, John started to come to. He was feeling groggy and his vision was blurry, but he could hear everything. He heard Moriarty laughing. He focused and saw Sherlock standing with his fists clenched, and John tried to scream but nothing came out.

"What? You think I love John Watson?" Sherlock sneered.

John felt himself break. He had been so sure that Sherlock felt the same way about him. He was so sure that they were in love. Why Sherlock lying to him? What had John done to deserve such bad treatment from his so called love.

"Well, yeah. It's a game, Sherlock. You're just playing the game," Moriarty countered.

Sherlock shook his head. "Not this time. I don't love him. If you really do know me, you know that I don't love, Moriarty. I'm incapable of emotions."

John wanted to cry. Actually, John wanted to die. He loved Sherlock so much that it hurt, but it seemed as though Sherlock couldn't care less about John, and that hurt almost more than the fall.

"Really, Sherlock? Then how come I saw you two snogging?" Moriarty asked, refusing to admit his defeat.

"I was playing the game. John liked me. I was... Bored," Sherlock lied, each word burning him like a flame. He couldn't bring himself to say the the horrible things he was saying about John, but John wasn't even awake, or so Sherlock though, so he was in the clear to go on lying to protect the man he loved. The man he wouldn't have been able to live without.

"You're tricky, Sherlock. But you can't always win. The fall's coming, Sherl. You can't stop it now."