"Fun little trick, isn't it?" Moriarty questioned, keeping his hands behind his back formally.
"What did you do to me…?" he asked firmly but his voice only comes out in a hoarse whisper. Jim didn't answer, he just smiled, sitting in a metal chair not to far away.
"Figure it out Holmes," He challenged, his palms facing the ceiling. Sherlock searched his mind, it didn't take very long, and the answer was obvious. He should have figured it out sooner but he can blame the slowness of his quick witted brain on the something that Moriarty must have slipped him at some point during the day.
"Drugs," He said simply, his voice stronger than before. Moriarty's laugh was shrill and rang in Sherlock's ears. It was annoying and manic, making his blood run …show more content…
"I will! I swear!" Sherlock said definitely, putting John behind him protectively.
"That isn't enough. How about a deal?" He proposed.
"Anything."
"Have I said that I enjoy seeing you desperate? I didn't even know you had feeling, dear Holmes," Moriarty marveld and stood, walking over to the pair.
"Just tell me the deal!" Sherlock said, calm and collected, but very, very angry.
"If you betray me, I kill both of you," He grinned, satisfied with his solution, looking back and forth between the men.
"Fine," Sherlock spat, wanting to remove John from the premises as soon as possible.
"Sherlock! No!" John spoke up, stepping out from behind Sherlock.
"Be quiet John." he reprimanded him
"Yes, Mr. Watson, do shut up,” Moriarty frowns like he was scolding a child before returning his gaze back to the man of the hour, “It's a deal, you may go." Moriarty smiled and the thug opened the door, revealing the cool English night outside. Sherlock held John up as they stumble to the door as fast as they could move, a slight limp returning to John. Sherlock felt nothing but empty. He didn't think, he didn't think what he would have to do. All he could think was John, getting him safe and far away from all this madness. He knew he couldn't see John anymore, and then, the pain started to seep in. He never felt pain before, but no, that was a lie. Redbeard. Just like
"What did you do to me…?" he asked firmly but his voice only comes out in a hoarse whisper. Jim didn't answer, he just smiled, sitting in a metal chair not to far away.
"Figure it out Holmes," He challenged, his palms facing the ceiling. Sherlock searched his mind, it didn't take very long, and the answer was obvious. He should have figured it out sooner but he can blame the slowness of his quick witted brain on the something that Moriarty must have slipped him at some point during the day.
"Drugs," He said simply, his voice stronger than before. Moriarty's laugh was shrill and rang in Sherlock's ears. It was annoying and manic, making his blood run …show more content…
"I will! I swear!" Sherlock said definitely, putting John behind him protectively.
"That isn't enough. How about a deal?" He proposed.
"Anything."
"Have I said that I enjoy seeing you desperate? I didn't even know you had feeling, dear Holmes," Moriarty marveld and stood, walking over to the pair.
"Just tell me the deal!" Sherlock said, calm and collected, but very, very angry.
"If you betray me, I kill both of you," He grinned, satisfied with his solution, looking back and forth between the men.
"Fine," Sherlock spat, wanting to remove John from the premises as soon as possible.
"Sherlock! No!" John spoke up, stepping out from behind Sherlock.
"Be quiet John." he reprimanded him
"Yes, Mr. Watson, do shut up,” Moriarty frowns like he was scolding a child before returning his gaze back to the man of the hour, “It's a deal, you may go." Moriarty smiled and the thug opened the door, revealing the cool English night outside. Sherlock held John up as they stumble to the door as fast as they could move, a slight limp returning to John. Sherlock felt nothing but empty. He didn't think, he didn't think what he would have to do. All he could think was John, getting him safe and far away from all this madness. He knew he couldn't see John anymore, and then, the pain started to seep in. He never felt pain before, but no, that was a lie. Redbeard. Just like