The Unexpected Meeting of Two Geniuses

Chapter 18: Tick-Tock

finally going to update since at least a few of you wanted me to continue. c:

-H

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Chapter Eighteen

Tick-Tock Goes The Clock

Time, time was all he needed. Sherlock stared at the clock that hung on the wall, it hung tilted on its nail. Tick-tock, tick-tock, repeatedly over and over it went. Each click was another second gone and closer to actually having to do what Moriarty's wishes were. He wanted to believe that John could escape, and that he had a chance to save him without having to sacrifice everything. In the end, he was hoping John would be the one to save him but that wasn't going to happen. He was going to do anything for John.

"You are thinking about him still? Oh, Sherlock, let him go. He is only holding you down." Moriarty said, his words exaggerated and strung in different pitches.

"Can we get a move on?" Sherlock asked sharply, he had enough. Hearing Moriarty's voice, and sick taunts, for this long was driving him mad.

"Eager are we? I don't know if I should be concerned or delighted." Moriarty said with a small smug smile and chuckle. "But you're right, enough waiting. I will admit that I will miss having my devilish looks. Don't you agree, you'll miss me? Well, my pretty face." Sherlock snorted and rolled his eyes, he had no means to carry out this petty conversation. Moriarty begun to walk towards the machine that would change them to a Cyberman but halted at the entrance. "Ladies first." He bowed, and motioned for Sherlock to enter.

"I was hoping you'd show me how it was done?" Sherlock said in a snarky manner.

Moriarty sighed over exaggeratedly, "Sherlock..tsk-tsk. How about you get in...and YOU SHOW ME how its done." He flattened any crinkles in his westwood suit.

Sherlock hesitated, flashing his eyes to the clock 'tick-tock tick-tock', he licked his lips and fiddled his fingers nervously. "Alright." He said, but his feet felt stuck to the grumbling concrete ground beneath him.

"Anytime now." Moriarty said with an impatient glare.

((insert the reichenbach fall music..xD))

Sherlock closed his eyes and remembered what John had said, that he loved him, and he would use that to do what was needed. He smiled, wishing he could've heard the words slip from John's mouth himself but it would suffice, and opened his eyes. Sherlock took a step forward, and another, until he had one foot in. But before he could fully enter, a shrill noise- undoubtedly and alarm- was sounding off. Moriarty's smug face fell and briefly was replaced with panic before he masked it with a eerie fake calm.

"What's the problem?" He barked at a Cyberman.

"It seems we have some escaped prisoners." It informed in his emotionless voice.

Moriarty grinded his teeth, "Well, what are you waiting for? FIND THEM, GET THEM, ANYTHING." He roared, his veil of calmness cracking. "And, don't let them get away." He growled.

Moriarty turned back to Sherlock, "As for you. You're staying here, with me." He shoved Sherlock into the container and sealed it shut. "The thing is Sherlock, I win. I ALWAYS WIN." He shouted, his madness finally revealed.

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I'm not going to lie anymore. I write short chapters accidentally, and I won't keep promising to make them longer repeatedly cause I obviously haven't. Sorryy xD