All I Ask Of You (Johnlock/Phantom Of The Opera)

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"John Watson, where is your blue scarf?"

He turned around to see a woman with short blonde hair and a bright smile looking at him. "Miss?"

"Well, I was just 14 and soaked to the skin..." She grinned.

He jumped up from his seat. "...because you had jumped into the pool to get my scarf! Mary!"

She opened her arms for a hug and he obliged, resting his chin on the top of her head. 

"Little Lotte let her mind wander," she started.

"You remember that, too!"

"Little Lotte thought, 'am I fonder of dolls...'"

"'...or of goblins, of shoes, or of riddles, of frocks...'" He joined in with her.

"Those picnics in the basement. 'Or of chocolates?'"

He smiled and closed his eyes. "My mother playing the violin."

"As we read each other ghost stories in the dark," she giggled.

"'No, what I love best,' Lotte said, 'is when I'm asleep in my bed and the Angel of Music sings songs in my head.'"

"'The Angel of Music sings songs in my head,'" they finished together.

He paused. "My mother always said that when she was in heaven, she'd send the Angel of Music to me. Well...Mother is dead Mary."

Her smile fell and she gasped. "Oh!"

He took her hand and led her to the table, sitting with her. "And...and I have been visited by the Angel of Music." I bit my lip, worried she wouldn't believe me.

She giggled. "No doubt of it. And now we go get some dinner." She stood.

"Mary, wait!"

"Mrs. Hudson told me your shift is over. You must change and I must get my purse. Two minutes, John."

And she was gone.

He sighed. I was planning on trying to figure out who's been following me lately, but I guess I have to put that off another day...

His thoughts were quickly interrupted by the sound of a violin. He quickly looked around, attempting to see someone, but he saw nothing.

"Insolent girl, this...slave of fashion," a deep voice scoffed. John whipped around to the left, the direction it came from, and saw no one. "Basking in your glory."

His face paled and my knees buckled. He gripped on to the table for support.

"Ignorant fool, this woman," the same voice growled, this time to his right.

"Angel?"

The voice chuckled. "Flattering." It came from all directions, booming with each word. "Do you wish to know me?"

John nodded quickly.

"Come. See why I hide in the shadows. Look to the mirror. You will see me."

John's eyes slowly drifted toward the mirror just to his left. In the reflection stood a man wearing a white mask covering half of his face. John turned around and saw him standing just in front of the supply closet door. The man chuckled and held out his hand. "I'm your Angel of Music. Come."

END OF PART ONE

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(478 words)

Sorry this chapter is short and kind of shit.

Anyway, I mentioned this on my other story, but in a nutshell, don't expect many updates until after July 16th. Basically, I have a sprained finger, I'm going to Germany, then camping, then to Colorado. Then I'm back and updates will continue!

Also, the video I added to this chapter is the song Sherlock/the Phantom plays on his violin. If you know Phantom of the Opera, you know it's "Music of the Night" and it is beautiful.

~Sam xoxo