The Hounds of Baskerville [Reader Insert]

And Then the Evil Scientist Blew Up

idk how guns work

and confession i'm slightly shipping john and greg in this series (not in the show bcos Mystrade and Johnlock are life ykwim) There's a part where- well, actually, it's better that I just show to you-

Everybody spins towards the dog [and bizarrely, when the camera angle changes it looks as if John and Greg were just having a cuddle before they were interrupted]-

I was shippin it b4 then but man now Jog is like a legit ship in this series (again, NOT the show bcos Lestrade will always be faithful to Mycroft)

Last chapter. Enjoy.

   The car pulled up at the edge of the forest. By this time, the sun was setting. The low, heavy clouds made the sky especially dark, but you weren't paying much attention to that as you and the boys climbed out of the car and ran out in the direction of Dewer's Hollow.

   Henry Knight, hunched over on his knees at the bottom of the Hollow, held a gun in his hand and tears in his eyes.

   "I'm so sorry, Dad," you heard him choke out, and then he raised the pistol to his head.

   "No, Henry, no!" John shouted urgently as he scrambling hurriedly down the slope. You and Sherlock were close behind. 

   Henry stood and backed away, waving his pistol vaguely in your direction and consequently setting off reflex alarms in your head. He was hysterical, shouting "Get back! Get- get away from me!"

   "Easy, Henry, easy. Just... relax," you told him calmly, very eager for him to stop pointing the gun at the group. "Just... put the gun down. It's okay."

   "No, no, I know what I've become! I know what I tried to do!" he shouted again, voice becoming more and more high-pitched.

   "I'm sure you do, Henry. It's all been explained to you, hasn't it?" Sherlock asked, taking on a reassuring voice.

   "What?"

   "Someone needed to keep you quiet. Needed to keep you as a child to reassert the dream that you'd both cling on to, because you had started to remember." Sherlock took a cautious step forward as he spoke. "Well, remember now, Henry. You've got to remember what happened here when you were a boy."

   Henry slowly lowered his gun, staring at Sherlock with wide eyes. Sherlock took another step forward. "I thought it had gotten my dad- the hound. I thought... Oh, Je- I don't- I don't know anymore!" Henry screamed in his anguish and raised the gun to his head again.

   "No, Henry! You have to remember! Liberty In. Two words; two words a frightened little boy saw here twenty years ago."

   Henry paused, clearly listening.

   "You started to piece things together, to remember what really happened here that night," you continued. "It wasn't an animal, was it? Not a monster. A man."

   Henry's eyes widened. "No..." The memories were coming back to him.

   "You couldn't cope. You were just a kid. You rationalized it into something very different, but then you started to remember. So somebody stopped you, drove you out of your mind so that no one would believe a word you said."

   Henry nodded at you slowly, not stopping you from coming closer. While he was looking in your direction, his gaze seemed distant, focused on some far-out, non-existent horizon...

   And then it focused on something at the top of the hollow and Henry tensed.

   "Okay, it's okay, mate," you said gently, carefully reaching out to take the pistol. He seemed too out of it to stop you. You switched on the safety and let yourself relax.