Slave (OC x Sherlock Holmes)

Chapter 5: The Pool

My eyes flew open. I had heard that name before. It was one of the few cases Sherlock actually admitted was difficult. "You're Moriarty," I breathed. "Of course." He chuckled darkly. "Naturally." He then shoved me, and I was flung against the dirty wall of the back building.

Moriarty started talking on a phone, but I obviously could only hear half of the conversation. He said strange things like, "Bet you didn't expect to see me here." I started to try to speedwalk away, but he leaned over and grabbed my arm, yanking me close. Soon, he turned the phone off and pulled me toward a second door. He took off the rags he had been wearing and put on a slick black suit. I had to admit, it looked good on him.

"I gave you my number!" he called as he walked through the door. "I thought you might call." His voice sounded sarcastically upset. He snapped his fingers, motioning for me to follow him. I slowly did so. When I entered the room, I was a bit surprised.

Sherlock was standing bear one end if a pool, and John was standing away from the bombs Moriarty had given him. When Sherlock saw me, his eyes widened. Moriarty sniggered.

"Oh, you see I brought a plus-one. I hope you don't mind." Sherlock glared. "No, not at all. In fact, she's quite fetching, could I take her for a swing on the dancefloor?" Moriarty snorted. "Yes, I know you think she's fetching. So does your boyfriend, John. Are you upset, John?" John never took his eyes off Sherlock.

"Upset about what?" Moriarty took a few steps forward. "Upset that Sherlock's cheating on you?" John gritted his teeth. "We're not a couple." "Oh, shut up!" Moriarty suddenly shouted. "Don't ruin all the fun!" I glared at Sherlock, although I knew Moriarty was the villain here. Seeing my expression, he laughed.

"Ah, yes! Of course you would be hating on him right now. He experimented on you. He left you. Tricked you. Broke your heart. What a tragic tale, indeed!" "Moriarty, stop." Sherlock's deep voice rang out. Moriarty smirked. "Angry now, are we? Well, it's not my fault you hurt her!" His sentence ended abruptly as a loud band reverberated around the room. John's jaw dropped.

Sherlock had shot Moriarty, and a pool of blood was growing bigger around his head. John's eyes widened, and I had to gasp. I looked up at the detective, searching for any sighn of remorse or regret. Nothing.

Sherlock put away his gun, helped John off the ground, and dragged me by the arm out of there. He left Moriarty's body bleeding out on the floor. We all got in a cab, and I made sure to sit next to John. Apparently, Sherlock had been solving a case all by himself. I peered out the window, noticing dark storm clouds billowing in the sky.

When we returned to 221B, I couldn't be more glad. I had just gotten done watching a good movie, when Sherlock plopped next to me on the couch. I tried to subtly scoot over, but he said, "Don't." I glared. "Why should I listen to you? I'm just your experiment!" Sherlock sighed and ran his hands through his hair.

"Candace, I didn't exactly mean that when I said it. Yes, you were my first sexual escapade, but I think I might've, well, fallen in love with you." My breath caught in my throat. Sherlock? In love? I stared into his eyes, searching for deception. But he looked at me with honest eyes. Biting my lip, I sighed. "Sherlock, we did some regrettable things. Things that can't be undone. I'm taking a pregnancy test tonight." Something flickered in his dark eyes. Nervousness? Anxiety? Worry? Paranoia?

He swallowed hard. "Candace, how old are you?" I sighed. "Seventeen. I'll be eighteen in three weeks." He nodded slowly. "If you're pregnant, we will have to get..."

It was like he didn't want to say it. So I did. "Married," I finished. He coughed. "Yes, well, married." I blushed. Then, sadness crept upon me, draining me of hope. "You don't want to make this commitment, do you?" He slowly shook his head, his dark curls waving.

I felt a tear slip out. "Fine," I whispered. I got up and walked out of the living room, but he grabbed my hand. "But I will." The next thing I knew, he took me in an unexpected kiss. Our lips fit perfectly together. He kissed me roughly, then slowly became softer and softer until he withdrew.

I sighed happily. Sherlock pulled me into his lap. "So...does this mean we're dating, now?" I asked. He kissed my hair. "Yes," he murmured.

The next morning, I went downstairs to find John typing on his laptop, and Sherlock making eggs. I walked over and kissed him on the cheek. "What are you doing?" He smiled. "John told me you liked them scrambled, correct?" I giggled. "Yes."

Trotting into the living room, John was on his blog. The cost on the flat had gone down, and since Sherlock and I were together, I didn't have to work for them anymore. Instead, I would be starting a job at Speedy's tomorrow. I sat down at the kitchen table, preparing myself.

Today was the day that I would tell Sherlock and John about the results from the pregnancy test. I was nervous. I was relieved at the answer, and was up late thinking about it. But I didn't know what Sherlock would think. Would he be sad? Happy? All I knew was that I loves him, and that we belonged with each other.

Sherlock turned out to be a fantastic cook, so I scarfed down my food and entered the living room. He was going through "boring" cases with John. They all seemed complicated to me. "Guys?" I was shaking. "Um, I have something I need to tell you two." Sherlock looked up. My heart almost stopped.