"My movements are frantic now, I'm reaching again. I am on the street, he lies before me. If I can just get to him. If I could just-
'John'.
The low rhythmic tone of his voice swims in the air. I look for him, my eyes examine his lifeless body. His lips do not move.
'John, it's time to wake up now.'
I grab for him but I cannot reach, I can never reach him. I'm yelling for him, my voice begs for him to stop; just get up, Sherlock. Just get up. But he does not move. And I am spiraling further away. Everything changes, the hospital is gone, I am no longer on the ground. I am sinking into a great sea.
'It is only a dream.'
His voice snakes it's way down to me and wraps around my sinking body. He is pulling me from the muddy depths, a pale light illuminates the distant surface. In the gelid water that cocoons my flesh, his voice is warmth.
'Wake up, John'."
---
Sherlock isn't dead. He's alive and well, and always watching over John. Waiting for the right time to come back to his blogger and friend. But he can't until the last of the three snipers is taken care of, and he knows John is safe. But a new evil lurks in the dark. And John and Sherlock have caught it's eye. As Sherlock struggles to return to his friend and John struggles to move on after Sherlock's supposed death, this new dark power grows more interested in the pair. Now the duo will be put to the test, facing a new nemesis, as well as each other.
Worlds collide as the intimate lives of the BBC characters intertwine and each must face their own darkness.
" Where are you? " It seemed as though John was talking to no one. Just a man in the middle of the streets yelling like a mad man. Such a great sight.
" I've watched you since you were born but it's obvious that you haven't fully grasped that you cannot see me unless I want you to see me. For someone that has a college degree I would expect more from you. " John scoffed at the deep baritone voice insulting him.
" For someone that has supposedly watched me my whole life, I would have assumed that you would have some type of sympathy for me. Besides, I've seen you before. You just choose to hide. "
" I'm only like this because I know that you can handle it. You've dealt with me for this long and I'm hiding from you to save you. " He was right. John have dealt with him for a long time. But he was tired of not knowing who he truly was. The voice knew everything about John while John knew nothing about him.
" Can you at least tell me your real name, S? " The nickname sent shivers down John's spine since he hadn't called the voice that in years.
" Wow, you do remember. But the name is Sherlock Holmes. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go back to being unknown. " John felt a gust of wind hit him which signaled that Sherlock had once again vanished to who knows where. John's guardian angel sure was a charmer. Always knew how to get them.
John could say this though. Sherlock Holmes was one angel that intrigued him in ways he didn't know were possible. But he liked it.
-
In which a guy named John has a guardian angel named Sherlock follow him around for practically his whole life who will help him reach his life goal that everyone needs to complete. The only problem is that John and Sherlock's unique friendship is tested once they both fall in love with each other.
-
copyright @Panicattheblurry 2018
This story has been marked as completed but it has been discontinued.