Him, Sherlock Holmes

Chapter 31~ Skills Take A Toll

-------John POV--------

Willow is full of anger at those five words. She glares at him with fire. She pulls out a gun from her trench coat, pointing it at Moriarty only.

She whispers something, but I cannot hear her. She says it again and again, louder and louder.

"Why do you have to ruin everything!?" She yells. Her voice echoes. It's almost ear piercing. Moriarty just stares. He smirks.

"Because it's fun." He laughs. Willow walks closer to him.

"When we leave this building." She pauses. "If I ever see you again, or if you ruin any of our lives." She pushes the gun between his eyes. "I will kill you and your network. I will make you suffer, James Moriarty."

"Is that supposed to make me scared?" He say taking a step forward. Pushing the gun harder against his skull.

"Just stay out of my life." She pulls the gun away and walks away. Out the door. And out the building. Her brother follows. Soon Sherlock pulls me along. Chara comes as well, but goes her own way once we're out.

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"I don't think I caught your name." I say catching up to Willow's brother. I fell like I know though.

"Alistair." He says not look away from Willow who is walking ahead of us. I nod. "Say, where are even going?" He asks confused, following Willow.

"Our flat." I say, but add something. "Probably."

"Oh. Okay."

We enter 221 B Baker St. The walls are still dusty. Books and papers lay every where. Personally I think it's the messiest thing on the planet. Sherlock disagrees strongly. Willow sits in my chair and sits forward. Placing her head in her hands. Sherlock sits across from her, examining the situation. Alistair and I stand there, unknowing what to do.

"They're together, right?" Alistair whispers to me.

"God no, I wish." I respond. They are perfect together.

"We should leave them be. Willow needs to talk with someone." He says to me. I nod. I lead him downstairs to Mrs. Hudson.

"Mrs. Hudson? Can Willow's brother use 221 C?" 

"Oh of course he can." She says popping her head around the wall. "Let me just grab the keys." She say going back from where she came. Soon she comes back with dangling metal in her grasp.

We head to the smaller flat.

"It's a little dusty, but it'll do." She says opening the door.

Alistair gently grabs Mrs. Hudson's hand pulling it to his mouth. He kisses it.

"It's an honor to be granted with your hospitality." He says smiling brightly. Seems like the opposite of Willow. Mrs. Hudson laughs and walks away.

I raise my eyebrow. "Quite the charmer." I say to him.

"It's helpful at times." He winks walking into his flat.

I go back upstairs and into my room.

-----Willow POV---------

Sherlock and I sit alone. The world spins. My mind wanders.

"What are you afraid of?" He asks, his voice deep and calm. I drag my hands through my hair.

"Moriarty." I say staring at the designed carpet below me.

"No you're not."

I sigh. "Then what am I afraid of?" I ask looking up at him agitated.

"You tell me." He shrugs. My mind searches for the right answer.

"I'm not afraid," I realize. "I'm ashamed." I say frowning up at Sherlock. "I'm ashamed of myself for being emotional and sentimental."

"Why?" He asks again.

"Same reason you would. It gets in the way."

"Of what?"

"Can you please stop being my councilor." I say sternly. He laughs a little. I smile and close my eyes. I soon fall asleep. After a while I can feel myself being lifted.

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I wake up in a jumble of sheets. They feel different. And there is a warmth next to me. I open my eyes to bright sunlight. If I didn't know better, I would've thought that I was dead. It's a beautiful sight. There asleep is William Sherlock Scott Holmes. He looks peaceful. I'm not surprised and I don't know why. His pale face contrast from the white sheets. His hair more black than usual. I don't bother getting up. I'm too exhausted. I just edge a little closer. I fall back into slumber.

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