Printed // Sheriarty AU

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•Sherlock's POV•

"So Sherlock, what time should everyone come? Mary's been asking." John places a cup of tea on the table next to where I am on the laptop. I'm updating my blog, it's quite fascinating really: the different types of tobacco. John finds it ridiculous, but it's one of the ways to stop my cravings.

I'm one day clean. So much progress.

"I don't really care John, I have more pressing matters I need to attend to." John sighs aloud frustratedly, but I really cannot think about that right now!

"Sherlock it's your birthday! You've not even organised anything! People have been questioning me about what's happening, and I don't even know!" John rants back. I slam the lid of the laptop and I turn to face John properly. He stands like a mother would to a child, his chest protruded forward, and both of his hands on his hips.

"Well John, organise it yourself if it's really that important to you! Some people would think im organising a wedding with all of this frustration your emitting!" I reply loudly, which takes John a little off guard. He raises his hands in a surrender position, and then leaves to head to his room, frustration venting off of his body.

I slouch in my chair and I rub my face with my hands. Why does this have to be so important? I'm turning 26, so what? It's not like its a milestone like 50, so why does John take this so seriously? Perhaps he's right, with these kinds of things he mostly is. I see John as my humanity you see. I straighten my posture in my chair and I reopen the laptop. Let's organise this stupid party and make John relaxed again, shall we?

Now who have I invited? Ah, yes, John of course and Mary will be there too. I doubt Mycroft will show up, but I'll force him. My friends Tom and Eddie will probably show up too. I did invite Greg, as I recently got in touch with him again, he's tried to reach Mycroft but as he is the British government, he hasn't been able to. I hope he comes, but I think he invited his colleague Anderson, and I really dislike him, but that dont matter, 'the more the merrier' is what John quoted.

I'll get John to organise when and where, as he'd probably do a better job of it than me, as I really cannot be bothered to do anything right now. I've been like that a lot lately: doing nothing. Hell, I haven't even been on a case recently, I'm surprised I'm not gasping for a cigarette! Oh wait, I am, but I'm trying to keep clean, well, at least for another day or two.

I close the lid of the laptop again, and I sit completley still on the chair, as all I can hear is the ticking of the clock. It's so quiet around here... Isn't it hateful! I turn my head to look at the clock.

It's 5:03.

It's that time again.

I rush over to my grey, leather armchair and I search for the remote which had managed to be squished down the side of the cushion on the armchair. I switch on the TV and the news flashes onto the screen.

turned the TV on at exactly 5:03, preparing myself for today's news. It usually comes on at 5:05 - the reports on him. The news presenter groaned on about environmental issues and birds being hit by planes or something...I don't know I wasn't really concentrating, for what seemed like forever. I just assumed that nothing was new...

"Breaking news"

The words break me out of my hazy state, as I knew the news I was waiting for was about to be announced. I felt my heart quicken in pace...I wonder what's new.

"John! It's on!" I shout keeping my eyes glued to the TV screen. I heared John thump his way across the flat to stand next to my grey, leather armchair, spilling tea across the floor on the way over. I don't know how he managed to boil the kettle without me hearing it! I must've been in one of my states of mind where I cast everything else out, including sound.

"I wonder what's happened!" John states, his eyes becoming glued to the screen along with my own.

"Most Wanted criminal Jim Moriarty was spotted earlier today arriving in London. Police are searching the streets to find the culprit."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Jim was here. Jim was in London. It's been 10 years since I've seen him and I've never stopped thinking about him. The boy who protected me. The boy who beat up my bully. My media partner.

The boy I fell in love with.

"I can't believe it! It's Jim, he's actually here!" I hear John gasp at the news on the TV screen.

Ever since that day he shot up a school, the police have been on the lookout for him. Over time hes done crimes worse than the one prior and he's made the people of England scared to leave there own homes.

But not me. I've been waiting for the day he came back.

"I need to see him." I whisper mainly to myself, but John heared me and slapped my shoulder.

"You are not going to look for him Sherlock! He's a murderer, he'll kill you!"

"No he won't. I just need to see him. Just once."

"Sherlock you don't know what you're saying! You are not going to see him! I doubt you'd even find him anyway, no-one has been able to." John tries to convince me otherwise but I don't listen to him, I cast his voice out.

Do you think he would even remember me? Probably as it has only been 10 years since I've seen his devilish brown eyes. Do you think he thinks about me? No, he can't. Hes had more pressing matters like arranging murders and keeping on the run! He wouldn't think about me...would he?

Eventually john leaves me with my thoughts alone in the room. I guess he's going to message people about details of the birthday doo and tell me about it afterwards.

I really hate birthdays.

Hey guys! Okay so first chapter is up woooo! Next chapter will be at the party, but it will be split into 2 parts, one in Sherlock's POV and the other in gregs!

Hope you enjoyed this update!

-darcie