The Bounties on His Head (JohnLock AU)

Sherlock Holmes

A/N Hey My Lovelies!!! Here is the next chapter!!! Hope you like it!!!! Enjoy <3
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"Mr. Watson!" John couldn't stop the frustration that made the hair on his neck stand on end. The well-dressed man, Mycroft Holmes, hurried to his side, looking a bit put-out that he had to move that quickly.

"I thought I asked to be called John?"

"My apologies. I have an offer for you." John rolled his eyes and leaned against his car, sending an amused smirk towards the posh man.

"Let me guess, you will double whatever New Scotland Yard is paying me if I bring your brother to the facility of your choice?" John almost laughed at the shock that painted the man's cheeks. "You think you're the first person to try to buy the safety of a loved one?" Mycroft looked affronted and this time, John didn't hide his laugh. Doesn't like being considered common then.

"I was going to offer you thrice what The Yard is paying you."

"Forget it." John pushed off his car and stepped closer to the man, shoving his hands in his pockets and throwing back his shoulders. He had sensed that the man had issues handling his presence, as most people did, and decided to test how much Mycroft Holmes could handle.

The man caved almost instantly, his eyes lowering to the ground and backing away slightly.

"Your little brother is wanted for murder. I don't care if you think he is innocent, the law doesn't."

"You don't work for New Scotland Yard. You work for the highest bidder-"

"Which is The Yard, in this case."

"My brother may have killed that man, but he did so for good reason-"

"You've talked to him." Mycroft snapped his jaw shut and glared at John, giving away everything the Bounty Hunter needed to know. "If you want someone to find your brother for you, then I suggest you call another Hunter. I'm bringing him to The Yard." John turned and climbed into his car, speeding away from the wealthy man.

There is a Bounty Hunter on you tail – M

Please come back, Brother Mine – M

I won't be able to help you if he catches you – M

Sherlock growled and threw his phone against the wall of the tiny motel room he was in, tugging roughly at his hair. He didn't need help, especially not from his brother.

His entire world became that man, Sebastian Moran, panic and fear the only things he could feel. He flinched at the sound of a gun, watched in horrified glee as Moran's face went slack, blood running down over his face as he hit the ground.

'He deserved so much worse.'

'Sherlock!'

He was shocked from his thoughts by a hand gripping his wrist.

"Sherlock! Hey, drop the blade Kiddo." Irene Adler, an old friend of the Holmes family who had agreed to hide Sherlock, was kneeling before him. Her face was painted with concern and fear, and Sherlock winced as she pinched his wrist tighter. He glanced at the wrist she was hurting and felt a wave of nausea swell in his throat.