In The Dark No One Can See Me Fall

Chapter 5: Exploiting One's Vulnerability

SEBASTIANA
That night I not only discovered how much a life is worth to someone else but also how much a machine could be human.
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I remember cold was the night that I arrived on the door steps of the famous 221B Baker Street. I had bundled myself up in a red over coat and neatly wrapped a pink knitted scarf around my neck. Anyone that would have come across me would have thought me nothing more than as an adorably innocent and tender hearted spirit. I prepared myself by trying to look as helpless and miserable as I could be. Only to be welcomed in by the land lady who was taken by my distress, patting my hand assuring me that everything would be alright. That's when he came through the door he ushered the old lady to the side. She immediately ran up the stairs going on about making tea. He faced me motioning that whatever I had to say next must be uttered quickly and clearly. Initially, he did not believe me my story insisting that I was just over reacting but then I showed him my phone. He grabbed my phone reading the text that was sent from an "unknown" source.

"It's a skip code", I told him, "see". He glared at me with such intensity, bewildered by the fact that I knew of the sort. I layed my back on the wall pleased with the turn out, I made a mental note to thank Moriarty for this brilliant setup. I smiled knowing Sherlock would not disappoint for he was able to register the real message that lied behind the preaching text.

"We need to go.",he said,"We don't have much time".

"Much time for what?", I questioned.

"To save him", he responded his voice slightly escalated. I feigned horror placing my hands to my cheeks. We stepped out to a hustle bustle of cabs zooming by, I wave a cab down not really trying though. He shook me stating a cab wouldn't be fast enough that we we're being timed, we needed something faster. We bolted down the road and Sherlock stopped a youth on his motor bike. He yelled, "Police", and we both climbed on.

As we rode I hollered, "Where are we heading too?". He hollered back his voice fighting aganist the wind, "Saint James the Less, a church". I nodded. In my mind agreeing, "Yes. That is exactly where will find John". Another text received letting us know how many more minutes until we were to late. One minute.

Bonfires. Sherlock threw the bike on the curb leaving me far behind. The whole time calling out John's name.When I finally caught up with him we heard the faint sound of "I'm here". Instantly, we both fell to the ground of course I let Sherlock do most of the work. Lifting up the pieces of lumber one by one, there his feet. His pulse was rapid and his breathing uneven. His demeanor was replaced with one that was on the verge of death,barely holding on. Once he managed to pull John out it was as if all the walls he had put up had fallen down. In the midst of high hysteria still yelling out John's name. I reached out to John to see if he was still with us, I whimpered. Sherlock fought with me, not persuaded, not willing to let John go. I patted him on the back to convince him of my concern. Although, I knew John was very much alive I just wanted a genuine reaction from Sherlock. A glimpse to determine whether he was as cold as they said he was and from what I saw I had my answer.
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His behavior was awfully cute I thought. Moriarty appeared returning from his meeting with Sherlock at his flat. "How did it go, Jim?", I said making small talk. He ruffled his eyebrow, "As usual another way to relieve boredom. Still it is amusing to poke fun at him from time to time".

"It's nice, isn't it?", I sighed happily. But suddenly the more I thought of it the more tired I grew. No longer satisfied with the results of our little games, Sherlock was no different than the rest of them. He's no challenge. He's not even a worthy distraction anymore. He's weak. And to be honest the dates with John were getting old as well. How long has that been there? I mean I recognize that my affections toward John haven't gone away. If they had then all my efforts would have been in vain. No, I do hold John in the highest esteem but for crying out loud I want romance! The real kind that comes from being in a relationship. That idea of spending the rest of your life with that special someone. And then it hit me, "Jim?".

Moriarty trudged to where I was polishing my shot gun and sat beside me, "Yeah. Seb". I took aim at the target on the other side firing, "I can hear the bells".

JOHN
Just recently we were in 221B devising a plan to set things right and clear Sherlock's name. Moriarty had completely soiled Sherlock's reputation and had pulled it off in drilling into the entirety of England that Sherlock was a fraud and a murderer. All were tricked except for me I knew the truth and I was going to stick with Sherlock to the very end. Sebastiana's advances might knock me down but they won't keep me there not for long, not forever . Now we we're in hot pursuit all the officers of Scotland Yard except Lestrade who had alerted us earlier and remained a faithful ally, we're scouring the streets. We had become fugitives and what was more unsettling was we had become a sort of retirement fund for Moriarty's goons. When aganist uncertain calamity one of his goons would jump in out of nowhere to shield us. To protect the investment I suppose. At that point, Sherlock and I took a a demented course of action. "Where gonna drop in front of a bus?"

"What?!"

SEBASTIANA
"What are they doing now?", Moriarty paced as he watched the clock. I looked over my shoulder to the monitor "looks like there heading to that reporters flat. Kitty Riley". He brighten up, "That's my cue Seb. I'm off to my next performance".

"Good luck", With that he went to change his attire and was off laughing merrily to himself. Seconds after I contemplated and then grabbed my phone.

Next Date: Tomorrow afternoon you know were to find me. I've got something very interesting in store for you. With Love
-MM

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