All Around Me

Chapter 13

(This chapter and some of the next is partly based off the episode of Sherlock called 'The Reichenbach Fall', I have NOT seen it so my version ends sort of differently. So, bear with me!)

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John sat in the armchair in the living room, sighing. It's been a few weeks since Claire was declared dead, and Sherlock's literally going insane. All he's been intent about it finding Moriarty and getting revenge. Period.

John has tried persuading him to drop the case, but Sherlock won't give in. He's been having mood swings, major ones. He would be silent, solitaire, then he would break out and start ranting about how it was his fault she's dead, how he had to find Moriarty, he trashed his room and part of the living room so many times John lost count. And not only has Sherlock lost sleep over this, but John has too, worrying for him.

Today, Sherlock left unexpectedly, only saying he was going out. John offered to go with him, and Sherlock declined. John even thought of following him, making sure he didn't get to any trouble, but maybe all Sherlock needed was some fresh air. He doubted it, especially since it was Sherlock Holmes he was talking about.

It had been almost an hour since he had gone, and John was getting worried. He stood up, walking to the window and looking outside, sighing. All the sudden there was a knock on the door. He turns around, walking towards it, well, almost jogging.

"Sherlock, we need to talk about this-" he began, opening the door, but froze.

Claire smiles, her radiant blue eyes shining brightly, "Hello, John. Miss me?"

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Claire was sitting across from John at the kitchen table, facing forward, listening to John. "I didn't know he would be that bad." she whispers, shaking her head, John just got done telling her about Sherlock. She ran a hand through her hair, sighing.

"So, how'd you do it?" he says. "Do what?" she mumbles.

"Die then come back." he says.

She laughs weakly, "I never died, only passed out for a while. After Moriarty pushed me into that table, I was already fading because of the huge cut he gave me. I'm fine now, of course. And when he shot me, it only hit the bullet proof vest I had on, courtesy of my dad."

"So, you knew Moriarty was going to shoot you?"

She shook her head, "No, but I always come prepared. And Moriarty may be smart, but he's not smart enough to see what's right in front of him."

"We need to find Sherlock, he needs to know you're alive." John says, standing up, all the sudden his phone rang, he picked it up, getting a text.

"What does it say?" Claire says, pulling on her jacket.

" 'Meet me at St. Barts. SH' "

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-K