The Thrill of the Chase (Johnlock/Mystrade Teen!Lock)

Chapter Twelve

Chapter 12

John’s POV

I woke up in the middle of the night, immediately knowing something was wrong. Sherlock wasn’t in the bed next to me, and after I checked the rest of the room and the house, I even stupidly checked under the bed, I pulled on my coat and stepped into the cold corridor. I locked the door as silently as I could and began to head outside.

Often Sherlock would go out into the forest where he ran that day of the rugby practise in the middle of the night to smoke, but he’d always wake me up because he knew I liked to come along. Why was tonight different, then? Why didn’t Sherlock wake me up to come with him?

I stepped into the brisk night air, slowly and quietly making my way to the area where Sherlock and I usually sat. As I approached the area, I heard two voices, belonging to Sherlock and… Anderson?

I stopped and listened in, covering my hand over my mouth to stop myself from making any loud noises.

“So you think you can stop me, O Sherlock the genius?” Anderson was saying.

“Oh, I know I can. And by the way, flattery won’t help in your situation.”

“And just what is this ‘situation’?”

“I have a network of people, people who have found out about your little late night pleasures.”

Anderson scoffed. “And what might my ‘little late night pleasures’ be?”

“I know you break into dorm rooms occupied by females and grope them. I have heard all about it, and surely you know everyone else in the school has as well.”

“Oh, really? And what else do you supposedly know, huh?”

“I know that you like to play around. You’re cheating on your girlfriend of several years with Sally Donovan, and she’s not the only one. I know you like to take girls virginity, and that’s why you’re never in your dorm room whenever I’ve popped by as of recent times, and Lestrade makes enough comments on it himself.”

I heard a gasp, then a struggle. I snuck a look around the tree from where I was standing and saw Anderson get Sherlock in a headlock, leaning over him. “Oh, Sherlock, Sherlock, Sherlock,” Anderson sighed. “Don’t think I don’t know about you, either. I’ve heard about you, too. Irene Adler calls you ‘The Virgin,’ why don’t I help you change that?”

I knew exactly what he was implying. I came around the corner as Anderson began pulling at Sherlock’s coat, and I tackled Anderson to the ground, punching his disgusting face repeatedly, before getting off of him, and kicking him in the side. “John,” Sherlock said softly as Anderson coughed up blood.

“Don’t you ever touch him or anyone else ever again!” I shouted at Anderson, as he groaned and rolled onto his side. “I swear I will kill you if I ever see your hands on him again, you disgusting piece of shit!”

“John,” Sherlock pulled me aside, and stepped up to Anderson.

“Who are you working for?” Sherlock asked, as I stood silent, watching the scene before me, with bleeding knuckles.

“You’ll never find out!” Anderson coughed.

Sherlock pressed his foot down on Anderson’s stomach. “Tell me!”

“J…M…” Anderson muttered, before he passed out.

Sherlock hastily pulled his phone out of his breast pocket and tapped in a number, before putting the phone to his ear. “Yes? Yes, Mycroft, I know it’s late. Yes, yes, I have him. He’s unconscious. He took a bit of a beating. John came at the wrong time,” Sherlock laughed as he spoke, “yes, just unconscious. Mycroft, I assure you. Yes, alright, goodbye.” Sherlock hung up and looked at me, before coming over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist, his head resting in the crook of my neck.

“What just happened?” I mumbled into Sherlock’s chest as we stood over the unconscious boy whose face was completely swollen.

“I was in the middle of a case and you just so happened to save me from being possibly sexually assaulted.”

“A case? What do you mean?”

“I do cases for the school. Did I not tell you that?” I shook my head. “Oh, well, when Mycroft gets out of his depth, or can’t be bothered putting in legwork, he sends me in to do it for him. I help find hackers, stealers, gropers, even, such as that one down there,” Sherlock nudged Anderson with his foot.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because things can get potentially dangerous and I don’t want to put you in any danger at all.”

“Come on, you’re telling me you leave me out of all the fun?”

Sherlock chuckled. “Do you really want to help?”

“From now onwards, yes.”

“Alright. You can be my sidekick then, how about that?”

“That’d be perfect.”

We heard the sound of steps approaching us, and we pulled away to see Mycroft walking towards us, with a flashlight in hand. He sighed as he came up to us and saw Anderson on the ground.

“How am I supposed to explain this to the board?” Was the first thing Mycroft Holmes asked, getting on his knees to check Anderson’s pulse.

“Tell them he was caught attempting a despicable act and got bet up,” Sherlock said.

“Yes, I suppose I’ll have to.” Mycroft scratched at his stubble, and looked up at us.

“Sherlock, take John back to your dorm room and get his knuckles cleaned up. I’ll stay here and get this sorted out. It’d be a bad look if John was recognised as a violent person, regardless of the events leading up to it.”

Sherlock nodded, and we both thanked Mycroft before going back to our dorm room. We saw Greg coming over on our way back.

“Hey guys,” Greg said, as he came past.

“Gavin,” Sherlock said in acknowledgement.

“It’s Greg,” Greg and I said in unison.

Sherlock shrugged and pulled me along. I sent Greg an apologetic smile and sped up to meet Sherlock’s fast pace. When we got into 221, we stripped off into nothing but our boxer shorts and got into Sherlock’s bed. Sherlock wrapped his arms around me, and our bodies radiated warmth off of each other, as I bare torsos pressed together. “I love you, John,” Sherlock whispered.

“I love you too, Sherlock,” I whispered back, before falling asleep.