One shots (johnlock fluff mostly)

Panic! (At the disco)

Prompt sent by Smol_armin

John sat in the cab listening to his music, the vegas lights by panic! At the disco, it was raining outside making the lights outside splinter and shatter their reflections against the windows.

Oh, if you only knew
What we've been up to
I guarantee you'd keep it secret
So give it to me now
We're lost in a dream now
Do it (5-4-3-2) one more time

John gently tapped his fingers to the beat, almost like a Morse code of the true song, a hidden code.

In the Vegas lights
Where villains spend the weekend
The deep end
We're swimming with the sharks until we drown

John nodded his head ever so slightly to the beat, enjoying the music that sang through his ears. He didn't care of being alone if he had music, the only company he would ever need.

The Vegas lights
The lies and affectations
Sensation
We're winning 'til the curtain's com-- hello! Can you hear me!

A voice broke through, making John gasp. This wasn't part of the song.

"Hello! Can anybody hear me! Please!" The voice was a deep baritone, that was well spoken and the speech was quick and fluent.

"He-hello?" John asked uncertainly, unsure of what to expect.

"Oh thank god! Thankyou, please where are you? I need your help!" The voice called through, relief clearly flowing through every breath.

"Who are you, how are you speaking through my phone like this?" John asked, curiosity overwhelming him.

"I hacked into the nearest phone, at the time being yours, I need help now please will you help me, he's going to kill everybody here if you don't get out of the cab now!" The voice said, finishing on an exasperated tone.

"Can you pull over!" John called to the cabbie in front of him, the cab pulled over instantly and John threw him some notes and rushed out into the cold air, rain splattering his skin and hanging in his hair.

"Right, now what?" John spoke through the mic on the headphones.

"Come to the big old warehouse, the one just down the alley on your left, I need you to find me" the voice sounded desperate and so John raced down the alley and found the old warehouse. He rushed inside through an old broken door and found himself in an old empty concrete floored room.

His feet echoed as he walked his shadow following him but getting lost when the street lights couldn't penetrate the darkness.

"Are you still there?" John asked as he walked through a narrow corridor with many different doorways leading off.

"Yes, I'm--here, arghhh!" The voice sounded pained, "I'm here, your here, we're okay"

John felt his blood run cold through his veins, his heart pumping at an unknown rate, he could smell the danger that smelt like cold murky air and damp.

"Are you okay? Where are you?" John asked in a hushed whisper, he could hear shallow breathing through his ear phones.

"Second door on the right, please,
Come qu-quick" the deep baritone broke slightly and trembled through the headphones, John quickened his pace and burst through the door he had been told of.

It was dark and damp filled the air, "where are you?" John called.

"Over here!" A voice called from the corner of the room, John ripped his headphones out, now dangling from his jacket collar and rushed to what appeared to be a huddled heap, their thin face only illuminated by the now dying light from the broken iPhone held in their hand, glass cutting through their fingers.