Sherlock: Carpe Diem

Psychosomatic

Author's Note: I was actually extremely hesitant to write this chapter...you'll see why.

Love,

lies4theliars

Sherlock awoke the next morning, feeling completely drained. The memories of the night before were running through his head. He sighed and slowly got out of bed, looking over at his clock. 5:43 am. He had slept in 13 minutes past the time his body naturally woke him up. Odd. Sherlock pushed himself out of bed, and moved to go into the sitting room, where he saw Dynah in the same position as she had been the night before.

"Dynah? What are you still doing there?" Sherlock asked, curiously.

"Oh!" Dynah exclaimed, flustered by Sherlock's sudden appearance. "I was just reading. Guess time got away from me."

"You're on the same page as you were last night." Sherlock pointed out.

"I guess I'm just tired..." Dynah said, shutting her book, before walking past Sherlock to move up to where she was staying.

Sherlock's eyes followed after her curiously. She wasn't acting like herself, though he supposed that he couldn't expect her to after the events of the previous night. Sherlock moved to where he had left his violin and began to compose. Though it was quite early in the morning, Sherlock felt that it was what he needed to do. He played his violin and was surprised when not one of his flatmates came downstairs to yell at him. He played for the next 5 hours and he watched as one by one, his flatmates came into the room and walked through to get into the kitchen, completely ignoring Sherlock and his music. They didn't talk to one another and just moved around the kitchen, making small meals and Sherlock noticed that John ate nothing, while Tessa and Dynah both ate a very small amount of cereal. Sherlock eyed the two teenagers curiously. Those who were in distress generally did not eat on their own accord, much like John was doing at the moment, and though the teenagers were obviously upset about their friend, they were not showing the clear signs of distress. Sherlock decided to keep that information locked away for himself to access later. He put his violin down and pulled out his phone.

Mycroft, I have a feeling that Moriarty is going to go after Dynah next. Watch her every movement when she leaves the flat. I want to know where she is going and if anything suspicious happens. I'm not going to have a repeat of what happened with Jamie and Tessa to happen with her. SH

Sherlock placed his hand phone down and began to play his violin again. As he played, he could see the irritation beginning to form on John's face, while the girls' faces remained neutral. He began to play faster now, watching their reactions until finally John's hands slammed down on the kitchen table and stand up.

"Can you please just shut up for a bloody moment, Sherlock!" John yelled, his frustration, sadness, and anger visible on his face.

Tessa and Dynah jumped as John's fist hit the table and looked up at him nervously. Even Sherlock remained silent as he studied John's reaction. John looked around the room and noticed everyone's reactions, before moving to walk out of the flat, slamming the door behind him. Sherlock sighed, as did the girls, before Sherlock went back to playing his violin. Sherlock saw Dynah sigh, before running out of the flat as well, probably to go after John. Sherlock heard his phone go off and he reached down to pick it up, seeing that it was Mycroft.

Dynah just went off with John. Should I intervene? MH

No. John and her can't cause any harm and I highly doubt that John will let anything happen to her. SH

Very well. MH

Sherlock placed his phone down once more and there was a sickening silence in 221B. Tessa said nothing to him, but simply walked around the flat, no purpose in her stride than to simply wander aimlessly. Sherlock watched her curiously, wondering what on Earth she was doing. He called her name several times, but she seemed lost in her own thoughts. Eventually Sherlock placed down his violin, moving over to Tessa, but she quickly walked over to where Sherlock's violin was and began to play it, letting her eyes fall shut. She took no pauses, didn't even think as she just played what came to her mind, never once stopping her strokes over the strings of the violin. Sherlock watched her, until he heard his phone go off once more that day. He walked over to it, and as soon as it was in his hands, there was a bright flash of white outside of the flat and it began to rain. Sherlock froze when he saw the message that appeared on this phone.

Sherlock...I need you to come down to Regent's Park. It's Moriarty. He wants you to see me...Christ Sherlock just get down here with Tessa. D. Parker

There was a crack of thunder that filled the whole room, and Tessa stopped playing, resting the violin on the ground. Sherlock turned to stare at her, and she could see in his eyes that something was wrong. She ran to go and get her coat, and he moved to go and get his, wrapping his scarf around his neck as well before heading out the door. They ran down the streets quickly, not bothering to get a cab this time, feeling as though it would take too long in this weather.

"What the hell did that message say?" Tessa asked.

"It was Dynah. Jim has her." Sherlock stated.

"Are you on a first name basis with that psychopath now, Sherlock?" Tessa asked, voice angry and laced with venom.

"Apparently so." Sherlock replied.

Once they made it to Regent's Park Sherlock and Tessa began to look around aimlessly for Dynah and Jim. Suddenly there was a loud gun shot ringing in the air. Tessa and Sherlock looked at each other, before running in the direction the gun shot had been heard. As they approached, Sherlock had to stick his arm out to stop Tessa from running right into Dynah and Jim. Sherlock's eyes narrowed as he studied the scene and Tessa began to panic. In front of them were Jim and Dynah, Dynah being held against Jim's chest with a knife against her throat, her head tilted upwards to avoid the blade, while in her hands she held a gun that was pointed at John, who was standing completely still in front of them.

"Hello Sherly dear! Tessa. So happy that you could join us." Jim smiled.

"What the hell are you doing?" Tessa yelled.

"Oh do be quiet, I have some important things to make Dynah do." Jim smiled. "Now Dynah, when Sherlock and Johnny-boy here first met, Johnny had a psychosomatic wound. Horrible limp in his leg. Of course that was remedied by little Sherlock giving Johnny a case and a rush of adrenaline, but it was so incredibly dull for me. So Dynah I need you to shoot John. Right in his leg, so that he will be unable to walk properly ever again." Jim smirked.

Sherlock moved forward to go and stop Jim, however Jim just pressed the knife slightly harder against Dynah's throat, causing a thin trickle of blood to run down her neck. Jim just laughed and used his free hand to raise Dynah's arms to point the gun at John's leg. John didn't look frightened, unlike Dynah who looked absolutely terrified"

"It's fine, Dynah. Just do it." John ordered.

"But John..." Dynah trailed off.

"DO IT!" he yelled.

The sound of the bullet going off was what gave Sherlock the ability to get Dynah away from Jim. He heard John's shout, but saw that the shot from the gun had made Dynah move back a little, knocking Jim slightly off balance. Sherlock moved quickly and pulled Dynah away from Jim, before rushing over to John who had collapsed on the floor. Dynah quickly let the gun drop from her hands and examined the wound. It was alright, and had luckily just grazed the skin. He would be fine, except for a new scar. A laugh echoed through that air, as the rain continued to poor down on top of them. Sherlock whipped around and saw Jim laughing like the maniac he was.

"Well wasn't that fun kiddies? I would love to do that again, but I think I've traumatized you all enough for the past couple of days. I'll be off now, but don't worry! We'll see each other soon enough." Jim grinned, before walking away.

Dynah moved to run after him, but John grabbed onto her, shaking his head and telling her that it wasn't worth it. Tessa phoned the Yard, letting them know what had occurred and also informed Mycroft. Sherlock however stood there in the rain, looking at Jim as he walked away. The man had promised to burn the heart out of him, and Sherlock knew that he slowly was. Sherlock couldn't help but to think that if this was all part of the game, what was Jim going to do to ensured that he'd lose.