Sherlock Imagines

The Hunting Game (Part 4)-Sherlock

"No!" Sherlock said. "Twenty-five at the most."

John lost it again and lunged for Sherlock once more. Again, you were all kicked out and went to a different place.
Sherlock started dabbing at his lip with a napkin. He winced slightly in pain when he touched it. He looked at John.

"Seriously it's not a joke?  You're-you're really keeping this?"  Sherlock asked motioning to his upper lip.

"Yeah."  John said meeting Sherlock's eyes.

"You're sure?"  Sherlock checked.

"Mary likes it."  John said looking at Mary.

"Mmmmmm.  No she doesn't."  Sherlock said.

You started to laugh as quietly as possible but it didn't go unnoticed.

"She does."  John protested.

"She doesn't."  You and Sherlock both said in unison.

John glanced at Mary and saw the look on her face. He sighed in frustration.

"Oh!  Brilliant."  He said.

"I'm sorry. Oh I'm sorry. I didn't know how to tell you."  Mary said.

"No, no. This is charming."  John said angrily. "I've really missed this."  He said pointing his finger in Sherlock's face. "One word, Sherlock. That is all I would have needed. One word to let me know you were alive." 

"I've nearly been in contact so many times but I worried that you might, you know, say something indiscreet."  Sherlock said.

"What?"  John asked.

"Well, you know, let the car out of the bag."  Sherlock said.

"Oh so this is my fault?"  John asked. "Why am I the only one who thinks that this is wrong-the only one reacting like a human being?" 

"Over-reacting."  You said.

"'Over-reacting?!'"  John looked at you.

"John!"  Mary shouted.

"'Over-reacting' So he fakes his own death..." Sherlock tried to shush him. "...and you waltz in here large as bloody life..." Once again Sherlock tried to quiet him.  "...but I'm not supposed to have a problem with that because Sherlock Holmes thinks it's a perfectly OKAY THING TO DO!!"  John shouted.

"Shut up John!  I don't want everyone knowing I'm still alive!"  Sherlock shouted.

"Oh so it's still a secret, is it?" 

"Yes! It's still a secret!" 

You looked around the place at the other customers.

"Maybe not anymore."  You said quietly.

"Promise you won't tell anyone."  Sherlock said quietly.

"Swear on my life!"  John said angrily and sarcastically.

John looked at everyone in the place and calmed down a bit. Sherlock stepped closer.

"London is in danger, John. There's an imminent terrorist attack and I need your help."  Sherlock said.

John looked round at Mary with a look saying 'can you believe this guy?'

"My help?"  He asked turning back to Sherlock.

Sherlock quickly deduced John's reaction to his request then smiled.

"You have missed this. Admit it. The thrill of the chase, the blood pumping through your veins, just the two of us against the rest of the world." 

You rolled your eyes and put your hand on your forehead as you sighed. You knew what John's reaction would be. You looked up just in time to see John head butt Sherlock straight in the face.  You and Mary both sighed and just walked out of the restaurant and outside.
Mary stood with Sherlock talking to him as he cleaned his bloody nose. You were with John trying to talk him into joining Sherlock again. He refused so you gave up on that and let him ask questions about you.

"So, y/n, when did you meet Sherlock?" He asked.

"I met him at the graveyard. I'm pretty sure that you and an elderly woman were at Sherlock's grave. I never really saw anyone come there so I got curious. I looked at the grave you were at and then ran into Sherlock, literally." You said.

"And you went because Moriarty killed your family?" He asked.

"Yes."

"Why didn't he kill you?"

You thought for a moment before answering, "I don't know. I was a teenager and remember watching it all happen. Moriarty looked me dead in the eye, smiled, and left. I don't know why he spared me." You explained.

"Alright. Well, I'm sorry." He said. "I have to go though. Mary!" He called.

You smiled at him and walked back over to Sherlock as Mary walked over to John. You stood next to the tall detective.

"Where to next?" You asked.

He spun around, "Baker Street."