"John, where are you going?", I followed him to the door, but he was ignoring me.
Something had stopped me from following him, some force push me down to the floor. I looked around, but there was no one but me. I tried to stand up but the same force pushed me down, I heard a car engine start. I crawled to the window, but it was nearly impossible I felt tired and dehydrated.
"J-John", my voice was shaky.
Then I was out, I let the force win.
I woke up, my vision was blurry, "Sherlock", a familiar voice called me. I see a tall figure kneel down to my height, "Sherlock", he called me again, "Mmm", was all I could manage to say my throat was very dry.
"Brother dear, John will be very mad when you wake up", I realize the man was my brother Mycroft, but his words didn't make any sense to me.
"What?", I tried to stand up the same force pushed me down, my head was running, spinning fast.
"He won't be happy, wake up now", Mycroft gave me a stern look and slapped me right across the face, and once again I was out.
I woke up lying down in a bed, with a wet rag on my forehead. My body was numb, I couldn't feel a single bone in my body.
"Why, Sherlock? You promised me you wouldn't use anymore, you were fucking clean for eight months", John's voice was angry and sorrowful. He carried a syringe in his hand that surrounded by blood, he angrily threw it against the wall. He his attention back to me, he climbed on top of me and put his hand on my throat.
"Wake up, Sherlock", his hands were still around my throat squishing the oxygen out of me. I tried to say something, his hands left my throat and started violently attacking my cheeks.
"Wake up, wake up, wake up", the tears coming from John were falling down my cheeks, which made it more painful when I would take a blow to the face.
"John, please stop", I whispered to him and he hears because he stopped, he looked at me in the eyes and smiled warmly, but then grabbed form both ears and slammed our heads together. And for the third time I was out.
I woke up, again, my head was pounding, my heart was racing, all the bones in my body were aching. The mattress beneath me was so soft and was helping with the pain. I sat up slowly letting the pain go through me, I felt a body next to me, I panicked not recognizing who it was. So I just pushed the body of body off the bed with my hands. It sounded like a boy.
"Ow, what the hell, Sherlock", John growled rubbing his elbow in pain.
"John?", I got off the pain ignoring the burning pain, I climb on top of him and attacked his lips. They were so deeply real, I savored the fresh mint of toothpaste. He gratefully returned he kiss, his hands digging deep into my dark curls. I stopped the kiss to take a glance at him he was smiling, gently touching my face. I then remember that Diana was in the hands of Sebastian and Jim. He frowned when I got off of him.
"Come on, John we have to find Diana", I started to look around the room, it looked like the room we use to share at Baskerville, but why?
He laughed getting up, "Who's Diana?", John sat himself down at the other bed that was next to the one I was lying in.
I stared at him in disbelief, "Our daughter, Diana, remember Sebastian and Jim have her, we have to go find her", I turned to the door, but a hand on my wrist pulled me back.
"Ok, first of all Sherlock we don't have a daughter we're sixteen that's insane. Second of all why would Sebastian and Jim have her?", John stared at me like if I was crazy.
I then started to doubt the words I just said, I started to remember the dream it was all very blurry, wait dream? Everything was just a dream, Diana, 221B, the rape, the kidnapping, everything was just a dream.
"Sherlock, what's wrong babe?", John stood up a be put his arms around my waist and gave me a light kiss on the cheek.
"It was all just a dream", I laughed at my own words the my laugher went out of control I was laughing so hard my sides were hurting for air. John was just backing away from me, he was terrified when I came near him and pinned him down the bed.
"It was just a fucking dream, John", I caresses his face wasting his deep frown.
"Babe you're scaring me, please get off of me", he gently pushed me off, but I kept on laughing.
"Do you want know what happened in my dream?", my laughing had come to an end.
John tensed, "Sure".
"It started by you coming in the school you were the new kid, you moved because you were accused of killing a girl, Stacey Wilson. I didn't want a roommate because my last one, Alex, sexually abused me. When you me Sebastian was the first time we met and that was only because he and Jim were chasing me. Thence you heard rumors of me raping my old roommate when actually it was the other way around. The same day we had fight about the same topic, you stormed out of the room. Sebastian found you and took you to a janitors closet to shag and that's how you stated to date. Everyone then starts warning you to stay away from him, because he was violent toward his former boyfriend, he happened to be my cousin. Then weeks go by, Sebastian gets real mad at you and rapes you and that is how you get pregnant. We both leave Baskerville and start new and fresh in London, with out daughter Diana Vivian Holmes. Sebastian and Jim then kidnapped her mans that's when I woke up"
John looked stunned at my very vivid dream, "I think I know why you dreamed that".
"You do?", I laughed.
"Well yes, Stacey Wilson was previously murdered in the school grounds and we are trying to solve her murder. Our main suspect is Alex, he despises you, but he never raped her. The first time we met we were running lapse around the field outside the school. Sebastian and I were dating but we broke up because he cheated on me with Jim, and then the same day we shag in the janitors closet. Oh and the pregnancy thing, well um... One year in April fools I told you I was pregnant and you fell for it because my I had a stomach ache. The rest doesn't make any sense to me", John stood up and grabbed my hand and kiss my knuckles, "Go back to sleep, love", he later me back down to the bed, I grabbed his arm to get his attention.
"John, I feel like I should apologize for something... and don't lie", I didn't feel sleepy but my body felt weak.
He sat in the edge of the bed, "You got into a fight with your father, and well you know how he is. He started telling you nasty stuff and well you injected a very large amount of cocaine in you. But your okay that's what matters", he gave a small weak smile.
"I'm really sorry John, I disappointed you".
"No you didn't ok, goodnight", he pecked my lips.
"Sleep with me, please".
"Promise not to me off the bed", he joked
"Sorry about that, but yes".
He climb in the bed with me and he quickly fell asleep in my arms. My right arm was around his neck and left was around his waist. I brushed back his sandy blonde hair admiring the beauty in format of me. I closed my eyes seeing Diana's beautiful baby face, I opened them knowing that she wasn't real. None of it was, and for a minute, just a minute I was grateful she wasn't.
I slept that might not knowing that in nine years John would give me a beautiful baby boy called, William Scott Watson-Holmes Jr. Not knowing that two years later John would give me a pair of beautiful twins called Diana Vivian Watson-Holmes and John Sherlock Watson-Holmes. Not knowing everything that was about to happen to me was because of him.
"Because of you, John Hamish Watson"
Well that's it folks, the end, hoped you liked it.
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