Fire and Ice

We're Going Home

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Chapter 3: We’re Going Home

“What’s going on?” I asked Mycroft who was getting back out of his car. He had just stepped in and started driving away, but then he stopped and got out. Mary and I were just about to leave but if Mycroft was coming back then we assumed that we should too. Mycroft was on the phone, telling someone to turn the plane around. I assumed that it meant the plane that Sherlock just took off in but I couldn’t quite believe it.

After Sherlock had shot Charles Augustus Magnussen in the head to protect Mary and I, he was being sent away, and only had 6 months to live. He had just taken off in his own private plane, never to come home. We’d said goodbye and everything. But with what Mycroft was saying, it looked like that was about to change.

“Go take a look,” Mycroft said in reply to my question, gesturing at the door to his car. I sped over to look inside. On the small GPS screen that was built into the car, was Moriarty. He kept repeating “did you miss me?” in a voice that I didn’t recognize. But it sounded like and adult trying to speak in a child’s voice.

“Oh my God,” I said.

“What is it?” Mary said from beside me. I got out of the car and let her in.

“It’s Moriarty,” I told her, “The one who made Sherlock jump.”

I helped her get back on her feet then she said, “You’re not serious?”

“That is completely him. We need Sherlock,” I turned to Mycroft who was coming up on my left.

“He’s on his way back,” Mycroft said.

“How is he alive?” I asked, half to myself.

“John, we do not know if he is actually alive. This could have just been something that James Moriarty left for us,” Mycroft said like Mary and I were children.

“But then how did he know that he would die, Mycroft?! How did Moriarty know he was going to die?! And why would he do this if he wasn’t coming back?!” I yelled.

Mycroft looked slightly taken aback, “That is why Sherlock is returning,” he said. He then shooed us away from his car to prevent further conversation.

Mary rubbed my back with her hand, “Sherlock will solve this. I know he will,” she comforted.

“Mary, you don’t understand. Moriarty was clever. I’d say almost as good as Sherlock, maybe better. If he’s back, then we’re all in danger,” I said, looking at Mary, then down to her stomach which was round with 7 months.

I snapped around when I saw the plane become visible through the clouds. It was heading in our direction, and minutes later it landed. Almost as soon as it stopped, Sherlock was flying out the door, eager to get on the case.

I was speechless when he came to my side instead of Mycroft, who had the information for the case.

“John, did you see it?” He said, with a look of concern in his eyes.

“I saw it. It’s Moriarty, Sherlock.”

“I know, Mycroft told me.”

“Sherlock-“ I started, but Sherlock interrupted me.

“John, I have no idea. But he is alive!” Sherlock strode over to Mycroft, Mary and I followed shortly behind him.

“Ah, Sherlock, long time no see,” Mycroft joked.