The Scarlet Aria (BBC Sherlock and OC Fanfic)

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John’s POV…

  “So, Mary,”I started not really knowing how to do this,”I am truly sorry for the other night.”
  “No worries, I had a blast,”She laughed before taking a sip of water,”Sherlock is an interesting man, and Scarlett, is quite the lady.”
  “I barely even know her.”
  It was the full truth. I met her on a case, stayed with her for about five or four days and then she died with Sherlock. Two years go by and everything changes,”Maybe you should take this second chance at being with her. Might be good for the both of you.”
  “Maybe,”I replied as our entrees were sat down,”Thank you.”
  “You said there was something you wanted to tell me over dinner.”
  “Yeah, yeah,”I could feel the small black box rubbing my side through my jacket,”After we finish eating though.”
  “Alright.”
  After a few minutes of generally silent eating, we finished and got some drinks,”So Mary, about what I wanted to say to you.”
  “Right.”
  I got up and then back down on the floor,”Mary Morstan, would you do me the honor of being Mary Watson?”
  She gasped and started to cry,”Yes! A thousand time yes!” I placed the ring on her finger and she jumped down to hug me. The restaurant's guests were clapping and we composed ourselves,”Oh my God John, it’s beautiful.”
  “Only the best for my love.”
  We left shortly after in our car, and then Greg called,”John?”
  The call went through the bluetooth connection on the vehicle,”Speaking.”
  “Vatican Cameos,”Greg said,”What’s that supposed to mean?”
  “It means we’re in trouble,”I sped up,”Call in that I’m in an emergency and need to go at speeds over the limit silver suburban licence L25 MUR. Where’s Sherlock?”
  “Hospital, he got shot, calling in now.” He hung up.
  I was composed and calm while Mary was having a full on panic attack,”What’s going on John?!”
  “I’ll explain at St. Barts!” I continued to drive and we got there in three minutes flat,”Mary you need to come with me. Do not leave my side.”
  “John, answer me question!”
  “Vatican Cameos, a code word used way back when. It meant “look for cover.”” We were already in the elevator and going up to where the operating waiting room is,”Sherlock and I have used it for the longest time and now for him to use it, must’ve been serious.”
  “That’s was all the fuss was about?” Mary asked, almost clinging to my arm.
  “Yes,”We got there and I saw  Lestrade pacing in the lobby,”Greg! What happened?”
  “Sherlock said that Zila Moneri did it,”He looked to Mary,”I’m sorry if I interrupted something.”
  I held her hand tightly,”We were just getting back. Why did Sherlock tell you to call me and say Vatican Cameos?”
  “He said that Zila was coming after you next and to keep you and Mary safe,”Lestrade told me before a doctor came around.
  “DI Lestrade, Dr.Watson,”She states,”Your friend, Sherlock Holmes, he’s stable and will be able to walk again. Though he will need to use a cane for a couple of weeks to months, he should make a steady recovery.”
  “Can we see him?” I questioned. This ought to be interesting, to see Sherlock walking around with a cane.
  “Yes, by the way, he already has another visitor,”She turned and gestured for us to follow her.
  We all packed into the elevator.She pressed the button reading ‘P’, private rooms. Mycroft must’ve placed him there because he makes such a ruckus.
  The elevator stopped and we were met by two bodyguards,”Names, now.”
  “I am Detective Inspector Lestrade, this is Doctor,”he looked at her tag,”Stephens, Dr. John Watson, and Mary Morstan. We’re here to see Sherlock.”
  One of the men placed a finger to his ear and nodded to the other man,”follow us.”

  Sherlock’s POV….

  “You really shouldn’t be here.”
  She laughed and placed a hand on my head,”Why shouldn’t I be here William?”
  “Because you’re being unreasonable, I am not stopping what I do,”I tried to sit up but a pain emanating from my hip,”ah-”
  “You shouldn’t be moving so much William.”
  “Mummy, I’m fine!”
  The door creaked open,”Sherlock you-” Lestrade paused,”Mrs. Holmes.”
  “Greg, this is my mother,”I introduced,”Mum, this is Greg Lestrade.”
  “Pleasure to meet you Ma’am,”He entered and let John in along with Mary.
  “You okay mate?” He asked coming up to me with Mary in arm,”Mrs. Holmes, pleasure.”
  “Nice to meet you lovely young men, and who might you be?” She looked to Mary.
  “Mary,”She shook hands,”Hello Sherlock.”
  “Hi,”John sat in the shair next to me,”Go on, laugh it up.”
  He smiled and propped his head up on his palm,”How’d this happen Sherlock? I leave for almost an hour to an hour-and-a-half and you’re getting shot.”
  Mary looked me in the eye,”To be quicker, a woman, Zila Moneri, came to the door disguised and claimed to be Scarlett’s aunt Lotus. She had a tracker planted on her coat, which she luckily left at the flat and didn’t take with her to Paris. I-” My phone started to ring. Mum handed it to me and I read the screen. “None of you speak. Don’t mention the hospital or anything. John and I will talk. Give me that paper,”John placed the sheets in my hand,”thank you.” I answered,”Miss me that Much?” I clicked the speaker button.
  “I just got here and found the most interesting book that you would absolutely love,”Her voice was collected, but worried.
  “Oh, would you mind picking it up for me then?”
  She nervously laughed,”Oh course, Mycroft was the one who pointed it out. It’s called Vatican Cameos.” John stood but I stopped him,”Not there, here. Then there’s the Final Problem or getting to the hotel on time.”
  I mouthed to John ‘play along’ “Where are you- John get your coat!” Everyone in the room was confused but said nothing.
  “Not yet, we’re not at the bookstore. With all the things that we have planned it’ll take a day to even find time off.”
  “So we’re not going to Paris yet?” I clutched the papers in my hand.
  “You were expecting to?”
  “Yes actually, I bought tickets about three weeks ago,”I shook them next to the mic,”I assure you, we’ll be so hidden that you’ll never see us.”
  “No, I’ll mail it to you, talk to you tomorrow then?”
  I exaggerated a sigh,”Fine. Good Bye till then.”
  She hung up.
  “They were in a car, knowing my Brother he’s in Paris on diplomatic reasons. Someone there must have surprised them, or even scared. The attack here must’ve been coordinated with Mycroft’s travels to Paris.”
  “The assassin worked with Moriarty, remember, so the person must’ve worked with him too.”
  The doctor cleared her throat,”Mr. Holmes, you’ll be discharged in the morning. I should get back to-”
  “Go on,” I issued her out,”Mary, Take John home please. Lestrade, have a team keep watch over them. Make sure that Moneri doesn’t get to them. I have Mycroft’s guards. And mother, please to go home.”
  “See you tomorrow then Sherlock,” John said before leaving with Mary.
  Lestrade shook my hand,”Of course Sherlock, heal fast.”
  “I will try,”He left as well and I was left with mum. I glared at her.
  “Fine then, I’ll go. Love you William, don’t to anything ridiculous.”
  “I love you too mum, now go!”
  “No, promise-”
  “I promise, now go!”
  She put her hands up and left. I looked to the guards and they exited the room as well.

  The next morning….

  “Mr. Holmes,”I opened my eyes to see a nurse,”Wake up.”
  “Are you here to discharge me,” holding a clipboard, cane at the door, time to go home.
  “Yes Mr. Holmes, just sign here and you’ll be all set,”she handed the clipboard to me,”May I ask what happened, the other nurses and I have a bet.”
  “Assassin came but Scotland Yard intervened before she could kill me,”I scribbled on the papers and handed it back,”Care to detach me?”
  I got ready in the clothes that were on the foot of my bed. I’m not going to get used to the cane for a good while. I hobbled out of the room and looked around,”John?”
  “Yeah?” He was sitting outside the room,”You need to get to 221B somehow.”
  I smiled and then went to him,”Thank you John.”
  “This is going to be great,”He laughed before walking away.

  After half-an- hour in the flat...

  “Bored!” I called out to get his attention,”I can’t be suspended from going out on cases!”
  “It’s for your own good Sherlock, you need to heal. You can still work on the case but no running around,”He explained before taking another sip of coffee.
  “You won’t be able to stop me,” I smirked when he downed the rest of his drink.
  “You’re walking around with a cane, I could beat you to the stairs from where you are,”He yawned and shook the tiredness from his eyes,”It really sucks to be you-”
  “Actually, judging by the amount of sedatives that I put in your drink, it sucks to be you.”
  “Wha-” There he goes.
  As soon as his breathing pattern levels out, I stand and hobble out of the flat. Damn I hate this cane. No, Mrs. Hudson.
  “Where do you think you're going?”
  “Out.”
  “Did you drug John?” She started to shoo me away and back into the room where John lay unconscious,”You did! Sherlock, you know that’s wrong.”
  “Mrs. Hudson please, I am bored of just sitting here and waiting for Lestrade to say something,”She shooed be back into my chair,”Mrs. Hudson!”
  “Don’t you Mrs.Hudson me Sherlock, you very well know that staying in this flat is the best thing for you right now.”
  She walked off and I slumped in my seat. After a brief moment, I grabbed my violin and plucked at the strings. Do, do, re, fa, so, so, ti, la, mi, mi, do: do mi, mi, la, ti, so, so, fa, re, do, do. I checked John’s breathing to make sure he was still alive and I didn’t overdose him…. He’s fine.
  “Since you’re not concious, I might as well tell you,”I looked to his face and then to the window,”Scarlett and I were ther every single time you visited the graves. We listened to your sorrow, pain, joy, and every emotion in between. It took every single ounce of restraint to not go to you and say that  we’re fine, it was so hard. Especially for me, Scarlett barely knew you, but the more she listened, the more she understood. I wish that there was another way other than jumping off of that building. There were snipers on you fiver: Mycroft, Lestrade, Mrs. Hudson, Molly, and you. Neither of us could risk it.”
  “No,”He groggily replied, woke up just in time,”You couldn’t have. What you could’ve done was tell me that you were alive. That’s all.”
  “Mycroft insured that we couldn’t talk to you. Even if we tried,”He opened his eyes an blinked,”Sorry about the drugs.”
  “Better sleep than I’ve had in two years,”He chuckled before stretching.
  I stood and went to my room to get changed. Apparentally it’s quite difficult to get pants on when you’re crippled. I had gotten more comfortable clothes on. There was a dull sounding ringing phone in the sitting room
  The ringing was now prominent. It was my phone. I presesd the button on the side to answer,”Sherlock?”