As soon as we gotten back, Alice and I wasted no time and made preparations immediately. I called Mycroft and told him everything so he was in on the situation. He was going to provide us with a helicopter and take us all over Europe (apparently, that is how far Moriarty's system stretched). For the long trip, we packed solely what was necessary for us to have. This was done in the afternoon after John left for work. He did not have a clue what we were doing. However, our behavior was odd, to say the least. Alice would spend so much time out with Esther, that John would question me, if I did something. Alice mostly liked to be indoors, after all. Of course, that is not nearly the only odd thing about her. John noticed that she has been clutching her head a lot. She would inform it was just a headache, but I knew the truth. Her mind palace was bursting. I did not know when and how it would come out, but I knew that this would be very soon. My attitude was strange, in John's opinion, as well. I spent a lot of my time sitting in the armchair and thinking everything through. If we made one small mistake, everything could go downhill. John, Mrs. Hudson, Lestrade, (even the person I absolutely despise) Esther, would die.
And speaking of Moriarty, he kept his word. Two professional assassins moved in, one right next to 221B, while the other was across. They would be the ones to kill all of our friends, if we fail to succeed. Telling the news to Alice was extremely hard, especially now. She was so desperately trying to make last minute arrangements: recording the last of her music, training in the living room while no one was watching, doing her best to not cut. Leaving John, my greatest friend, was hard for me to do, but it does not compare to anything like what Alice is feeling. He is her older brother, one of the few people that she has as family. The week leading up to us "dying," Alice did not speak much to John. She spoke to me, of course, since we were both in the same boat, or so to speak. Her nervous breakdowns grew frequent, and I think that is what gave it away. The day before we would have to jump, I was playing the violin, trying to sort out my thoughts, Alice was sitting on the couch, clutching a pillow against her chest. Her brown curls fell over her face, as she stared at the floor sadly. John was on his computer, pretending to be occupied, but he kept darting looks at his sister. Finally, he slammed the top screen of his computer, making us both jump.
"That's enough, Sherlock, I had enough!" He jumped up, his eyes blazing. "There's something that is going on, and I don't know what it is, but clearly, it's bad."
"Nothing is going on." I scoffed indifferently, turning away from him.
"Go ahead, look at Alice, and tell me there's nothing." He snapped. My eyes locked upon those of my girlfriend's. It pained me to see her like this, I knew that she was fighting off tears every minute. The words that came out of my mouth did not mean to sound harsh, but I could not have John know. It was for his own good, after all.
"She's fine." I growled, teeth almost bared. John's eyes flashed.
"This is fine for you? I may be a doctor, but it does not take a genius to figure it out that she is in---"
"John," The soft feminine voice stopped us both. Alice stood there staring at us. She swallowed her, before her lips curled up into a convincing, sad smile, "I am fine. I just... it's been almost seven months, you know. It's coming to get me again. I am fighting the... the urge to cut." She lied so smoothly through her teeth. While a section of that fib is true (she has been trying to restrain her suicidality), this is not what this is. This is fear. For her, this is like living one of her nightmares.
"Oh, Alice," John approached his sister, giving her a big bear hug, "Why didn't you say anything before?" Alice shrugged, wrapping her arms loosely around him.
"It did not seem as important." Another lie. She pulled away and forced another smile. "I'm gonna turn in for the night." She rushed up the stairs and slammed the door to our room.
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I'm Not Afraid (Sherlock BBC Fanfiction)
Fanfiction"I guess I'm not normal then." Sherlock scanned me up and down. "No. You're not. You are anything but normal, if I cannot read you, Alice Watson." -------------------------- Alice Watson was the polar opposite of the definition of ordinary. At leas...
