Eastern Winds (JohnLock)

Chapter 13 - He's Back

Sherlocks P.O.V;

Oh Moriarty had been such a fool! The man had the nerve to call me boring? It was obvious. Of course the man on the roof who had shot himself. It was not Moriarty.

Gripping John's hand I could feel my smile only become larger by the second, this day was shaping up to be the best I'd had in quite some time. Not only was I now in a relationship with the doctor but I was now one step ahead of the enemy. How foolish the man had been, no matter how hard one might try, one will always leave a trail of breadcrumbs behind. Even Moriarty.

"Every fairytale needs a good old-fashioned villan..."

The cab ride home was thankfully short, although he never let go of my hand, he didn't once look away from my smiling exterior which, for once, reflected my inner feelings. I'm not sure why he was staring? Did he want awnsers about my sudden epiphany? Was he angry? sad? I didn't know but decided it would be best if I waited for John to express his thoughts, I didn't want to deduce the man... after all, if he was angry, I'm damn sure he'd become more agitated.

Since I was now John's boyfriend, I felt obliged to pay the cabbie for once. I practically threw the money at the man before chasing after my doctor into 221B Baker Street. I shrugged of my coat and rid myself of my essential blue scarf. As I ascended the staircase I could hear that John had already began to boil the water for our tea, I slipped into the kitchen and snuck up behind him. I rested my hands on the short mans hips and placed my head on his shoulder trailing kisses up the mans jawline. "John, thankyou."

"Sorry, what was that? was that Sherlock Holmes, the great consulting detective thanking someone?" John turned in my arms chuckling. "The question is. What for?" Obviously, I remeber Richard Brook, I mean. He, well, Moriarty played him to ruin you and thats why you left..." We stood in silence for only a moment as I watched John blink away the tears threatening to spill. I moved my hand to lay on his cheek. "But Sherlock, what does Richard Brook have to do with his return?"

"John, if he could create Richard Brook and live in society with Kitty whilst running a  terror organisation consisting of thousands of cells and also concocting a plan to slowly 'burn me' then what is to say that he hasn't created countless identities and dreamt up multiple scenarios in which he could live during the years he's theoretically been in hiding. That man was capable of everything and was willing to stop at nothing. How do we know for sure that was Moriarty on the roof? I didn't insepct the body, he has many authoratative figures under his thumb, so many ways out. If I can cheat death, John. Why Can't he?"

During my explanation my hands had removed themselves from John's hips and his cheek and had found their way to my own hair. I toyed with the curls as I drew futher into myself, my head filled with my own thoughts. Moriarty was alive. He was coming for me. For John. I couldn't let him get near John again. He had tried to blow up the only man I've ever loved, and that was before we were together. Imagine what he would do if he found out about John and I? I need to protect John. I felt my back collide with the wall, I slid down until I was sat on the tiled floor, my breathing rate only increased as I thought out more and more possibilitieis, I've hurt John enough by myself, I don't need his help, if he lays a finger on my John. I will make h-

John shook me out of my own mind. His deep blue eyes full of concern. "Sherlock? Sherlock, love. Are you okay? Sherlock listen to me. Look at me." I slowly raised my head so that our eyes were level. "Sherlock, what's wrong sweetheart?"

"John, I can't let him hurt you, we can't do this. He'll use you to hurt me."

"Sherlock. I was a soldier"

"John, please. You're a doctor, just don't make this harder than necessary"

"Sherlock. I can take care of myself love, you just concetrate on finding the bastard and stop worrying about my little-sorry-jumper wearing-ass, Okay?"

I couldn't let him get hurt, and I'm going to do everything possible to protect John Watson.