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A watery fate

this is a johnlock fic 

" john watson your life will end with water, fate has already decided for you, you can not escape it"

johns pov

it had started of just a normal everyday case where Sherlock and i solved an almost murder, went to scotland yard to get a new case file for sherlock to solve it in record time and me to compliment him and be back to doing nothing in the evening but when we got to scotland yard, something seemed different, nobody would make eye contact with us, anderson and donovan didn't even call sherlock a freak, now we knew something bad was going to happen or already happened and up ahead we saw lestrade pacing and shouting to someone on the phone in his office so we went to him and lestrade obviously didn't hear us enter his office as he continued the conversation "he's out roaming the streets mycroft, don't you care that your brother almost died the last time he was free, what happens if he's successful this time" he then turns to see sherlock and not shouting this time and ends the call with "i'll call you back," both sherlock and i heard mycroft protest and then the line went dead with lestrade hanging up and looking at sherlock with fear in his eyes, this time sherlock spoke what we all thought "he's back, how did he fake his own death" just then all the computers went static and only moments later his face showed "did you miss me? did you miss me? did you miss me?" repeating himself  lestrade then spoke drawing sherlocks attention from the screens "look sherlock we don't know what happened but we do know that your not the bad guy here, we know that he set you up and i think he plans on trying to kill you again so please as your friend lets me help", sherlock then turned round with a distinguished look and said "i don't have friends" and it hurt both lestrade  and i that sherlock was pushing everyone away again, but after he came back to me the first time he told me that if he didn't jump then moriarty would kill all his friends, leaving out who they were but i thought of who they could be, knowing that sherlock's address book only contained two names, mine and mycroft's, i figured sherlock was heading home so i waved lestrade goodbye with lestrade saying "watch him will you" with that i nodded and headed for a cab, hoping that he was headed home, i managed to get one and said the address but when the cab pulled up i got out and saw that it was a some sort of psychic witch store called  missouri moseley psychic shop 

"this isn't the address that i want " before i could get back in they sped off and just to make it more dramatic it started to rain so i had no other chose to head in the store. the first thing that hit me was the smell of the store, i couldn't quite figure it out but god did it smell nice, it smelt sweet but smokey, but there was something else in almost smelt like an experiment and gunshots, it didn't even register before i said it "sherlock",almost regretting i had described the smell as nice, but then i heard what sounded like beads being moved so i turned around and saw an oldish women maybe in her late sixties at least as she had rags on with a lilac silk turban hat offering me a cup of what smelt like chamomile tea "you must be cold love, come on take your jacket off and try these on" she offered me some clothes so i put the cup down and quickly got changed in the bathroom that she pointed out to me, once changed i picked up the hot beverage and started to drink, she was observing me and once i finished the cup i went to speak but she shushed me and quickly grabbed the cup from my hands and was looking at something, i stood up, approached her and was about to touch her shoulder, she held my arm with a tight grip and we locked eyes "you will soon lose something more precious to you in your whole world, water will take it away, that is your fate, written in stone before you were born, fate is your enemy you can't run from her, the only way to fight her, is head on, but you can not win until the price is paid for one to live one must die, nothing is a coincidence, everything is connected, john watson your life will end with water, fate has already decided for you, you can not escape it" she knew my name, i struggled to remove her hand and then there was a loud crash as she looked down then looked back at me "oh i'm terribly sorry love" she turned round and relised my arm to get a sweeping brush but i couldn't stay another second although the rain, i turn to the window to see that there was not a cloud in the sky, confused i got my cloths and put them in a bag that i had in my coat pocket and ran out deciding to walk home as it was a ten minute walk to 221b baker street and i needed to think.