Playing Games With The Devil - A Sherlock Fanfiction

Chapter thirteen: Losing All Control

When we return to London Sherlock makes no notion of letting me leave his sights. I can already tell where this is heading, he's going to make me stay at Baker Street.

I exit the airport, following behind Sherlock. He currently has a smile plastered on his face. "You already know what I'm going to say, don't you?" I nod. "I've quite enjoyed this little adventure though. It's seems now that you revealed your true nature there's no longer a block in my mind. You're so easy to read now it's almost boring." Sherlock says whilst hailing us a cab.

"Is that so? I think Moriarty has finally corrupted your brain, you're not as brilliant as you once were. Hell, you're even talking like him now without realising it."

Sherlock stares at me perplexed as I get into the cab. He slides in next to me and tells the driver where to go. "You said, 'once were.' You've barely known me for a month, that hardly seems like the correct term to use."

"You're a popular man. I heard about you on the news several times." I lie to keep myself from explaining the truth. "No, it's more than that." He states as if he's awaiting the truth.

"I'm the one who proved that Richard Brooke was fake, and that Moriarty was indeed real. I cleared all of the allegations made against you. As you can imagine that required a lot of research about the both of you. I also dug up every bit of information I could when Moriarty wanted me to get close to you, I needed to find out what you had been doing in the past year that you had came back as well as refresh my memory on your past." I explain, not in the mood to argue with him.

"It was you? So I suppose that means you too, were exceptionally brilliant. And here I was thinking you were simply a good actress all this time." Sherlock says with a smirk. "I didn't show interest in you that day at Barts because you impressed me, I did it because I could tell you wanted me to be impressed by you." He adds seeing the confused expression on my face.

"So that whole thing about you basically wanting me to replace John, was?" I ask.

"The truth. I tried before to have Molly take his place and it didn't work, she wasn't interested enough in solving the case. But I thought you might since you clearly knew some deduction skills. And I also really wanted to know why you would go through all the trouble just to impress me."

"Desperate people do desperate things." I tell him.

Neither of us say anything else for the remaining cab ride.

As we come to a halt in front of 221b Sherlock pays the cabbie before escorting me out. I feel like a grounded child.

"You'll be staying in John's old room." Sherlock tells me as we make our way up the stairs. "And how long will I be staying?" I ask him. "That's yet to be decided."

Sherlock opens the door and to my surprise, a woman is sitting on the couch. I recognise her. While I was researching Sherlock for Moriarty I came across a newspaper article written by her.

"Janine, what are you doing here?" Sherlock asks. She looks to Sherlock and then rests her gaze on me. "Brooklyn Porter?"

I'm honestly shocked and confused at the fact she knows who I am. "Uh, yeah." I say hesitantly.

"We went to school together in year eleven, you don't remember me do you?" She explains. "I've tried my best to forget everything about that part in my life, I was sort of in a downward spiral at that point." I tell her.

"I sort of figured as much that day I found you in the girls lavatory. I never apologised for telling on you, but I was only worried." She says and I subconsciously pull down the sleeves of my shirt.