Strange Detective

"Look after him!"

"I'm not wearing that!" John exclaimed as Sherlock handed him some new clothes much like his own but a beige color.

"Hey I thought I was the one that got offended when forced to change clothes" Sherlock wandered.

"Or put them on, like that time in Buckingham palace" John muttered.

"Mycroft's fault" Sherlock answered quickly.

"Of course it was" John replied sarcastically.

Once John was changed, Sherlock headed out to a room and began showing John basics that he knew himself, he had personally found it easier to learn alone than with other people.

You have still got your sling ring yes?" Sherlock asked.

"Yes" John sighed.

"Okay good" Sherlock said happily, he then began to teach John how to create a portal, it took John a while but eventually he did it.

They practiced for months and eventually John was capable of most magic that was needed to survive. He could create a weapon easily and he knew how to use it.

It was months later and they found themselves facing each other outside on the paved floors, about to attack each other to test their skill. John smiled devilishly at Sherlock as he used his power to create a sort of nunchuck and started thrashing it about, Sherlock quickly made a long rope like piece and lassoed it around John's, pulling it in half and then laughing at the confused look on John's face.

They continued like this for a while, happily trying to bring the other down.

"Master Strange!"

"Doctor" Sherlock muttered under his breath, "why does no one get that?"

"There's been an attempted attack on the London seminar, come quick!" The man said in a hushed whisper as though someone might overhear.

Sherlock began running, his cape latched onto his shoulders as he ran.

"Come on John!" He shouted as he ran through the corridors, his deep baritone echoing off the walls.

"Why what's happening?" John called, trying to keep up with Sherlocks sprinting.

"Londons under attack and we need to stop them!" Sherlock shouted as he ran into a large room and dived through one of the portals already there. John followed, confused to find himself in a completely different building.

The floor was crumbling and twisting underneath them and John could feel the earth cracking beneath his feet. Sherlock spun around and looked about himself, his eyes darting frantically.

"We need to get out of here John!" He swung his cape off and threw it in John's direction, latching onto John's shoulders. "Look after him" he whispered as he ran off down a hallway and through a random door.

The cape began to levitate taking John with it, John had no control over it as it carried him out of the building and onto a rooftop, it then unlatched itself and stood floating beside John as he watched the earth crumble around him. 

He could see a deep galaxy so close to the earth and he thought maybe it might take over the earth itself, but where was Sherlock in all this? He couldn't help but panic for the man he treasured so dearly.

"Sherlock!" John shouted, standing at the edge of the rooftop. "Don't be dead, please for me" he whispered to himself.

There was cars crashing and sirens and smoke and fire and John was just watching, helplessly from a distance. He watched buildings fall down and he was sure people were dying. He looked around panicked and saw that the cape was still there.

"Go to him! Save him or so help me I'll make you wish you weren't alive!" John hissed at the cape which then shot off down the side of the building, looking like a piece of heavily weighed down material. John watched as it darted like fire through the obstacles and dangers that had been made.

His ears were ringing as his heart pounded, adrenaline fighting through him and he couldn't breathe but he had to stay strong, Sherlock needed him.

He could hear the wind around him, he was so high he could feel the moisture from the clouds but he wasn't afraid for himself anymore. But then he could hear a gentle beating sound like wings, he could see a glimpse of red in the corner of his eyes and when he turned around he saw the cape, wrapped around something, holding it close.

He rushed over to the cape and gently moved the material out the way as it complied to what he wanted, it moved just enough to show Sherlock his face battered and bleeding, John gasped and reached inside the cape taking Sherlock into his arms, the cape gently let down his body weight until Sherlock was lying unconscious on the floor, John holding his torso upright.

"Sherlock wake up!" John whispered, shaking his shoulders slightly. John checked Sherlocks pulse and checked for wounds but he had none. "Sherlock come on!"

Sherlock stayed unmoving, unaware of John's attempts to wake him. The cape stayed close by like a concerned friend.

He checked Sherlocks bones and realized that he had a broken arm as he could feel the fracture, luckily Sherlock was asleep so he didn't feel the pain.

"Okay look after him, I need to check in the seminar, if anyone's there I'll kill them for what they've done, don't let anyone touch him, keep him safe for me" he said quickly to the cape which bowed slightly and then wrapped Sherlock back into itself out of harms way, careful of his broken arm.

John then ran through the doorways and down stairs until he finally found the exit of the building and found himself standing in the war zone that once was London.

The floor was cracked and crumbled and he could see what looked like lava bubbling and boiling underneath, hissing as steam escaped through the gaps. He could see the darkness that was overtaking London and he could smell fire and burning metals and charred wood and London was under attack.

He ran back to the seminar, he began to create a portal which he then dived through where he found himself in the main room of the London seminar, the heart of it. He could hear heavy footsteps and a man ran out, cloak flowing behind in a jet black made of silk, his hair was slick back and his eyes looked burnt around the edges.

"Who are you?" John demanded.

"Jim Moriarty, Hi" he said in a high pitched sing-song voice before disappearing into blackness and leaving behind two angry looking men who had started advancing towards John.