See right through me - Johnlock

Chapter 27 - Merlock (Mermaidlock) - Part 6

Chapter 27

Merlock (Mermaidlock) - Part 6

James ushered the excited merman towards a large cave. John was completely disorientated, being under the sea was very confusing.

"Can I ask you something?" John murmered.

"Go ahead."

"Was that kissing earlier really nessassery?" He blushed.

"No. But it was fun." James cackled develishly.

John silenced. This guy was a phycopath! And also a really big flirt...

They entred the caves and sat on an old crabbing box. The cave was partly collapsed at the water tasted bitter.

"So where are we?" John wondered allowed.

"My home." Smiled Moriarty.

"Oh." The pair sat in slince for what felt like too long.

A muscular figure entred the cave and swam up to James.

"Is this him Jim?" He askes.

"Yes. Tie him up." At this John paniced and attempted to swim away. He wasn't fast enough however. The muscular merman clutched John's tail and dragged him to the back if the cave.

John struggled as he his hands were tied together and and he was chained to the roof of the cave.

He flicked his red tail violently in an attempt to make his binds more comfortable but he found no relief.

Whilst all of this was happening, only a a few miles further out to sea, Sherlock was trying to rid himself of some pests.

Sherlick sighed as he swam frantically around a corner. He was closley followed but Irene's serveing girl, Molly.

"Please leave me be Molly."

"O-oh, Im sorry Mr umm Sherlock sir uh...." She was a bumbling fool as far as Sherlock was concerned. It was plain to see that she had a thing for Sherlock. In all fairness, she did have to listen to Irene blab about him day in day out.

"Molly, go and help Irene get here wedding garments fitted." Sherlock stopped and placed his hands gently on Molly's shoulders. The nervous mermaid nodded and floundered away in a fluster.

Although she was a tad annoying sometimes, she was a friend in a sence and Sherlock couldn't help but care for her. Even if he was a self proclaimed sociopath, he still had a bit of decencey left.

There were people he sort of cared for, like Molly, the old cleaner Mrs Hudson, John...

Sherlock took a deep breath and pursed his lips. He realised that he truly did have feelings for that human. There was no doubt about that. Sherlock ran his hands through his curls and swam back to his room. Locking the door behind him, he pulled out the drawing from under the coral. He ran a finger along the pencil lines untill it came to he chest. He paused and stared. There beneath the pencil marks, he could see a faint outline. It appeared to have been rubbed out however. It was a heart shape, cloured slightly pink.

Sherlock felt his eyes well up as he realised that John felt the same way he did...John loved him...he loved John...what was he going to do?