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Sherlock - an urgent confession

Tiny warning: Angry John

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It is difficult to hear anything besides the chatter and laughter in a busy café like this one in the heart of London. That's why I checked my phone many times for messages. Not that I was really expecting something, but when you're living with Sherlock Holmes, you should always be available. I picked up my phone and checked it again. A text. Though not from Sherlock but from John.

Come home really quickly, something needs to be discussed.

Curious and slightly thrilled by the urgency of the message, I rose and grabbed my bag, paid for my drinks and went away. I reached 221B and saw Mrs. Hudson rushing towards me. 'I shouldn't go in there, if I were you!' She warned and tried to push me backwards. 'What? Why? John told me tha-' Mrs. Hudson caught me off. 'John told you to do anything? Well, then I think you should do it since that man has turned into a monster!' I shook off Mrs. Hudson's grasp and went inside, expecting John to be furious about something, maybe John and Sherlock were trying to kill each other after all. I knew it would happen someday...

I hastily opened the door.

Sherlock and John both turned their heads to look at me. John looked slightly irritated, but Sherlock was completely calm. Though it wasn't their complexions that worried me, nor did they scare me.

Tough it was slightly scary to find Sherlock, strapped to a chair with good, strong rope, almost mummified with it.

'John?' I asked. 'What did you do?!' John smiled proudly. 'Yeah, about that... he didn't want to talk.' I looked at John with pure astonishment. 'How did you do that?' I asked, freaked out and curious. 'You don't want to know.' Said both Sherlock and John. I knelt down next to Sherlock. 'How come you are so calm?' Sherlock looked up, his blue eyes meeting me. 'H-he gave me an injection.' Said Sherlock, calmly, slightly sleepy. 'Injection? Of what?' I asked and shook Sherlock a bit. 'Hey, hey! I'm awake!' Said he, still looking sleepy. 'A dose of Midazolan.' He told me. 'That's a fast working benzodiazepine which mixes greatly in water and slows down any fright signs. It also makes people sleep easier, and is extremely calming.' I looked up from the poor Sherlock who looked devastated to face John. 'You injected him with that?' John nodded, still a bit proud. 'Why?'

That was when John grasped my arm and pushed me on a nearby chair. 'Hey!' I protested but John took some more rope and held it in front of my eyes. 'Would you like some treatment too? Or will you remain seated willingly?' I nodded. 'Though not entirely willingly...' I muttered.

'You should let her go, John.' Said Sherlock. 'I don't know what you want but let her go.' Sherlock started to give more reasons for John to let me go, but John just searched around and eventually held some tape in front of Sherlock's eyes. 'Should I put it on again?'

Silence came.

'Good.' Said John and sat down between Sherlock and me with a deep sigh.

'I want us to have a little chat. I've tried to have a talk before, I tried seven times, but that didn't work at all. So I asked Mycroft for help and he told me that this is the only way to get things done in the Holmes family, which is an absolutely insane family. This is the only way.' He looked at me. 'Mind that you will stay here and talk, you're not going anywhere.' John held the rope close to him. I stayed seated.

'What will we talk about?' Asked Sherlock and looked up. He seemed in pain, maybe he had already figured out the matter of our little chat.

John smiled. 'I was just getting to that. You see, I don't like the way we work together anymore. All the secrets and unspoken things... we needed this.' He gestured at Sherlock in his chair.