Slave (OC x Sherlock Holmes)

Chapter 4: Damn The Consequences

Annoying sunlight filtered through my blinds. I turned over to avoid it, only to find a letter on my nightstand. I sat up, moaning. I had not fallen asleep easily last night, and I now felt horrible. I read it, studying it closely. Turned out, it was from John. He said he was sorry for being so blunt, and wanted to know if I would like to meet him for coffee at Speedy's, the cafe that was below our flat. He said if so, meet him at 12:00.

Glancing at my clock, I saw that it was 11:45. I took a very quick shower, threw on some old clothes, grabbed my purse, and bounded downstairs. I soon saw him near the back.

I bought a latte, and sat next to him. He smiled warmly. "Now, Candace, before I ask anything else, what exactly happened between you two?" I sighed.

"Well, it all started when I was getting in the shower. He stopped me with a kiss, and asked me if I wanted it. I said yes, as I try to be as honest as possible." I looked up to see how he was taking it. I noticed a smirk tugging at his lips. "Continue," he said.

Sighing, I said, "And he told me to meet with him in his room. When I got there, he was ready, and we...um, did things." John was chuckling, now. Irritated, I said, "And afterwards, I asked if I could sleep with him, like, actually sleep. All he said was, 'I hope you're not mistaking this for a relationship.' Or something like that. Point is, he said he was just experimenting." John's face fell.

"Candace, I'm so sorry. But Sherlock is a complicated man. If he said you were just an experiment, then you were." Tears formed in my eyes. "But John, that was my first time. I lost myself to Sherlock. What do I do?" John sighed and rubbed his eyes.

"Honestly, I say damn the consequences. Let Sherlock be a drama queen. Except..." I knew what he meant.

"Except we didn't use a condom," I choked. John took my hand. "Candace, this doesn't mean you are going to get pregnant. It just means you most likely will. I would take a test. If it's positive, you have to tell him." I laughed darkly. "Pardon my disbelief, but Sherlock doesn't strike me as the fatherly type."

To my shock, John actually laughed out loud. "No, he really doesn't." I chuckled. John was a good friend. And at a time like this, I needed that.

I grazed the aisles with my eyes. The nearest grocery store didn't carry pregnancy tests, so I had to drive to one that carried everything. Ironically enough, they'd been placed right next to the condoms. "Could've used those earlier," I spat bitterly. Grabbing a box, I pages and ran out, grabbing a cab.

I sat on my bed, eyeing the test. I didn't want to take it. Both answers would shake me. I didn't really want a kid. At least not with Sherlock. He was too cruel. Too dominant. He could never be a father. And I could never be a mother.

It had been five days since I last saw Sherlock. Since that night. He had mysteriously disappeared, and even John couldn't imagine where he could go. I hadn't taken the test. I was too scared. Sooner or later, I would have to. But what if it cane back positive? What then? I didn't know, and I didn't want to think. As I sat wallowing in despair, John burst through my door. "Come on in," I muttered. John was breathing heavily.

"Candace! Quick! It's Sherlock! He's in trouble!" My heart rate picked up. "How? What's happened?" "No time! Come on!" We raced outside, got a cab, and John gave him directions to a place I didn't know. When we got out, I followed him until a homeless man stopped us.

"Please? Please? Money? Please?" John threw cash at him, and we continued running. I noticed that the man was following us. I tugged on John's sleeve. "Uh, John? John, that guy's following us." We looked back, and our eyes widened. He was right behind us, and he grabbed me by the arm, pinning me so I couldn't move.

"John! John!" I screamed. He placed a hand over my mouth. I tried to bite him, but he was like stone; he wouldn't move. John pulled out his gun and pointed it at him, before he gasped. I tried asking who it was, but John didn't speak. I heard the man laugh. "Now, give me the gun, John. Don't make this difficult. Give me the gun." I struggled, but it made no difference. John handed him the gun.

The man spun me around so we faced each other. "Now. Who are you? You're a pretty little thing." "John! Let go of me! John!" I whipped around with my head, but John stood frozen. The man chuckled. He leaned in and whispered, "You must be new here." I struggled, but his grip was like steel.

He smiled creepily. "You must be Miss Candace Miller. You're the latest and greatest addition to 221B Baker Street, correct?" I froze. "Who are you?" I spat, freaking out. How did he know my name? His face looked familiar, but nothing stood out.

He laughed. "I thought you were rescuing Sherlock," he said. "But it looks like he'll have to rescue you!" He laughed like a criminally insane clown, and stared at John. "You. Coat, off. Now." Quickly, John did as he said.

The man threw me onto the floor so hard, my knee popped. I groaned in pain. He walked behind a near dumpster, and pulled out a bomb. He then slipped it into John's jacket, and made him put it back on. Wires and blinking lights made it look complicated.

"Now," he said. "You're going to walk in there and say exactly as I tell you. Get it?" John hastily nodded and walked inside the building we were at. "And you," he said, turning to me. "You come out with me when I say." I spat, "I'm not doing anything for you until you tell me who you are!"

He chuckled. Walking towards me, he licked my neck. His hot breath blew on my ear. "Moriarty."