AUTHOR NOTE
Hey guys, sorry this took so long but I was away all weekend and I didn't have any wiffy. I was going to post this yesterday but I got all caught up in supernatural, poor Bobby ;-; is he really dead? anyways yas probably know what's going to happen now, I'll leave yas to it. Love yas, vote, comment, etc. BYEE.
Ps. sorry its short, the creativity ain't working too well.I walk towards the sound in search of Moriarty. He is sitting on the edge of the roof with his phone in the palm of his hand.
"Hello Sherlock" he called out. "Moriarty" I said back to him, stopping around 10 foot away from him. He turned the music off as he stood up. "So Sherlock, haven't seen you in a while. How are you doin'?" He asked stepping towards me. "Oh just get on with it." I told him, slightly shuffling back.
"Calm down Sherlock" he said as he continued to walk towards me. He places his hands on my shoulders and looks up to me with a crooked smile. Suddenly there's a sharp pain in my left cheek. I realise that Moriarty had slapped me when I look back to him. "You are the biggest bastard, you know that ?" He spat in my face. "What have I done now ?" I asked, shrugging his hands off my shoulders.
"Oh just the breaking of my heart." He mumbles, looking down at his feet. "Look I'm sorry but I love John, and you have to understand that. Now if you don't mind, We'll be leaving." I said, turning towards the door. I grabbed onto the handle but stopped when I heard chuckling coming from behind me. "What are you laughing at ?" I demanded turning around. "You can leave all you want, but I'm afraid that John isn't going anywhere. "
"What do you mean he's not going anywhere ?" I asked getting worried that he might hurt John. "I mean that John isn't going to leave with you. He isn't taking one step outside this building if you do.""What do I have to do to make sure he's safe"
"Jump" he said emotionlessly.

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(Major editing) It wouldn't take a consulting detective to see that I love you.
FanfictionJohn hates his father and worries about his mother. He has to leave for boarding school. He is scared that he won't make any friends, but Sherlock is there. Btw I can't write descriptions to save my life. (Swearing and well gore I suppose)