Revenge //DISCONTINUED//

Chapter One

The clock ticked on the wall. There was almost silence in the room. James Moriarty sighed loudly.
"Well," he said. "Welcome to the offical "faked your death" club."
Next to him Irene Adler rolled her eyes.
"I told you not to invite him, Sherlock."
"And I told you not to invite her." Irene sighed.
Sherlock looked at both of them, bored.
"I didn't invite either of you."

John Watson woke and stared at the ceiling for a long time. What the hell was that? John sighed. That was probably the strangest dream he'd ever had. He looked sideways at his wife, Mary. He smiled. Her hair was all over her face and her mouth was slightly open. He loved her dearly but there were some things that he didn't know about her. He tried not to let that bother him. They loved each other. That was all that mattered. He slipped out of bed quietly and padded into the kitchen in bare feet, pants and a T-shirt. He put on some coffee and checked the time. 6:30. He didn't have work today so he could do something else. Maybe see Sherlock. He poured himself a cup of coffee. The smell washed over him, already waking him up a bit.
He saw Mary walk into into the kitchen and smiled.
"Morning." She said smiling back.
"Morning." Said John, "Coffee?"
"Mm, love some thanks." She murmured leaning down to kiss him.
They both sat for a while drinking coffee in a comfortable silence, when John's phone rang. He picked it up quickly and looked at the number. Lestrade. He couldn't help but feel excited as he pressed answer.
"Hello?" He said.
"John, it's Sherlock. Sorry my phone's in my bedroom. Lestrade's here, he has news on Moriarty. Please come. See you soon."
And then he hung up.
John put down his coffee mug with shaking hands. Mary was staring at him intently.
"What is it?" She asked.
"Moriarty." Said John. "Sherlock says they have news one Moriarty."
It had been six months since Moriarty escaped the prison. There hadn't been any news since.
Mary looked shocked. "Oh, God." She said. "I hope he hasn't come back."
John wished he could hope Moriarty hadn't come back too. He really did.
He stood up. "Well, I'm going over to Sherlock's. Coming?"
Mary nodded, drained the rest of her coffee and stood up too. They walked out of the house, locking the door behind them. John sat in the driving seat and Mary sat in the passengers, and they drove to Baker Street.

A/N- Hello everyone!
So this is the first chapter of the sequel to Unplanned, which I'm calling Revenge. Hope you enjoy it! There's just one thing I want to mention- I've just realized I completely forgot about John and Mary's baby. Even in the first book, it doesn't exist. This annoys me because I like making things realistic, but I guess we'll just have to pretend Mary was never pregnant, sorry.*Sigh.* Oh well. Anyway, enjoy!
-Sarah
P.S: The start of this chapter is from a comic I saw on Instagram. Sorry I don't remember who made it.