Chaos(wholock)

Chapter 8

(Johns POV)

The next few days were fairly normal. We settled into a routine. Molly watching Sherlock play violin. I would listen to the Doctor complain like Sherlock about being bored but wouldn't leave because he said he was afraid he'd miss something. But there was something different this morning. I walked into the living room to see Molly and Sherlock arguing.

"I don't want to put myself in danger.. but I need to get out.. get some fresh air."

"...I want you to be safe.."

I stepped into the living room.

"Both of you go then." I said as I sat down.

Sherlock and Molly Looked at each other. "I'd still prefer something safer." He said but grabbed his jacket. Molly grabbed her jacket and Followed Sherlock but took a moment to smile at me.

The Doctor burst out of the TARDIS.

"What if Chaos is bluffing!!" The Doctor burst out.

I looked at the Doctor. "Moriarty doesn't bluff." I explained.

He sighed and sat in the chair opposite of mine. "I suppose that's true." He looked around. "Where's Molly and Sherlock? He asked.

"Went on a walk." I replied. Before we could say anything more, a bullet shattered the window. Instinctively, I pulled the Doctor down to the floor away from the window. We waited but there wasn't another shot fired.

The Doctor ran to the window. "Oh I think I see the shooter." He exclaimed. "Come on John!" He yelled as he ran out the flat. I quickly followed him. Catching up to the Doctor I could just see the back of a leather coat turn a corner as the Doctor followed.

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(Sherlock's POV)

After walking a bit hand in hand we stopped to get dinner. Molly was in the bathroom. I took a sip of water and nearly spit it out when Moriarty sat down across from me.

"Hii." Moriarty said smiling.

Frowning, I glared at him and said. "What do you want?"

"Just to talk. I've enjoyed this little game of ours. 'I owe you.' But I did more than just pay up. So now, Sherlock. You owe me."

"I owe you? What do I owe you?"

Moriarty smiled. "A life Sherlock. Not your, own mind you. But someone..."

He took a breath like he was thinking. "Someone special."

He smiled again. I've learned to hate that stupid smile.

"You owe me a life. You have a month to chose who dies. Molly..."

I can feel my face pale as the dread and terror sets in.

"...Or John." Moriarty finished.

"And what happens if I don't choose?" I asked.

"Then I'll choose for you. And trust me you won't like my choice. You choose one, or I choose both understood?"

I nodded.

"Good luck Sherly."

He smiled and got up."Oh and uh you might want to check on Molly. She's probably going to be a while. dinners on me." he said and left money on the table.

Running to the back of the restaurant, I see Molly stumbling back.

"Molly!"

"Sherlock!" She said as she fell down.