Back at 221B, Sherlock settles onto the sofa, puts on a few nicotine patches, steeples his fingers, closes his eyes, and begins to think. Soon, he is unaware of everything around him and alone with his thoughts.
Around an hour later, John storms into the flat, looking particularly murderous.
"Sherlock!" John shouts.
Sherlock doesn't hear him.
"Sherlock!" he repeats.
Sherlock is startled out if his thoughts, but ignores John.
John exhales angrily and shouts louder. "Sherlock!"
This time, Sherlock can't ignore him.
"What do you want?" he demands, voice hoarse from lack of recent use.
"I want for you to explain to me how this is possible!" John returns.
Sherlock remains silent.
"Well?!"
"I don't know, John."
"How can you not know? You're Sherlock bloody Holmes!" John cries.
"Yes. I am aware of who I am." Sherlock says, voice dripping with annoyance.
"Alright. You know what? Okay. I'm leaving now." John says, trying to regain his composure.
"Goodbye." Sherlock says, beginning to resume his thinking.
As John turns to walk out, he very nearly runs into Mrs Hudson.
"I'm terribly sorry, Mrs Hudson. I didn't see you." he apologises.
"Oh it's alright dear."
He smiles and looks past her. There's a woman behind her that he's never seen before.
"I'm sorry, but who's this?" he asks, confused.
"Oh, I've almost forgotten her. I've had an awful fright, you know. That man on the telly." Mrs Hudson rambles.
John nods. "Yes. I know. But who is that?" he asks, drawing her attention back to the matter at hand.
"Oh, she came to my door looking for Sherlock. I thought I would bring her up. Is he in?"
"Oh, yes. He's in." John says, irritated.
"Oh dear. Have you two had another row?"
John laughs forcibly. "Sort of. Now I really must get going." he says, continuing down the stairs, pausing uncomfortably as the woman's dark eyes rest on him and follow him down the stairs.
Mrs Hudson turns to the woman and smiles. "That was John Watson. Used to be Sherlock's flatmate."
She nods and says, "I know."
Mrs Hudson smiles uncomfortably but leads her into Sherlock's flat anyway.
"Sherlock dear, there's a young lady here..."
"I'm not taking clients today, sorry. Go away."
"Sherlock..." Mrs Hudson begins.
"Oh, I'm not a client, Sherlock Holmes." the other woman says with a smirk. "I know about Mr. James Moriarty, Consulting Criminal."
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And Still We Play - A BBC Sherlock FanFiction
FanfictionMoriarty is back, and stopping him is more difficult than before. Sherlock must choose between saving the ones he loves, or playing the game.
