johnlock: forgive and forget

12 johnny boy

sherlock had blacked out again. 
when he woke up, he was still in the same room as before, with the same mirrors, all clean as were before. his nose had healed and the blood had been cleaned of by someone. his hair had been washed and slicked back. he was in a black suit and black trousers with a stark white shirt that was itching his upper torso. he didn't recognize the dress shoes he had on or anything he was wearing. none of it was his. some body had dressed him. moriarty.

john didn't know what he should do. should he try and find sherlock himself? should he wait for sherlock to come to him? 
he had been gone for three weeks. sherlock was known to go missing. he knew this and he tried to keep telling himself this but it was no use. he couldn't get the feeling that sherlock was in danger out of his mind. he knew that sherlock was probably safe somewhere or in a drug institute. the second would still be bad but at least he wouldn't be in anymore danger that he was used to...
lestrange had been looking for him, so had Mycroft but no body had heard anything from him. even his usual drug dealers that Mycroft had managed to get a hold of had not heard anything from him. 
he woke up one morning, a day later john had figured what he had to do. it was four in the morning and sherlock was still on johns mind. he had had a nightmare about him. sherlock had been killed and john had broken down. he had been startled awake five minutes ago by his rusty alarm clock that always went off at stupid times of the day- and night.

after putting on his clothes and his boots he walked quietly out of the flat so as to not wake Mrs. Hudson up and ran down the high street to talk to an old friend of hi and sherlock that might know where he could be. or at least help them find him.

sherlocks hands were tied back behind the chair and he struggled to loosen them. they were bloody good knots as he had tried everything. sherlock had lost track of time as there was no sign of a clock. he could have been here for days, weeks, months or even years for all he knew. 

after what felt like hours but could as well have been seconds, sherlock could here the sound of light footsteps treading lightly towards him. he shouted into the darkness : 'moriarty? hello? is that you? come here you monster. what have you done to my john!'
sherlock could hear moriarty breathing but he couldn't see him. 
'sherlock sherlock sherlock. oh my darling, do you really thing that we would touch your john? no. he's safe and sound, don't you worry about your Johnny boy now. why is it you care about him so much?'
'that's a personal question and i will not answer any of your questions. until you tell me where i am and where john is and what it its you are planning!'
'well. if your not going to talk then i guess we'll have to keep you here until you do. i want to know every thing thing about your Johnny and your feelings for him. i am fascinated by human emotions.'