mary watson has a secret tattoo (secrettattoo) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2017-02-08 20:54:00 |
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John & Mary Watson February 8th | Mid Day Streets of Atlantis PG 13 (mention of death) Placeholder/In Progress |
Kidnapped. Again. It really was worrying how often that happened to the doctor. And, yet. It never ceased to surprise him. Especially this time. Usually, he had some sort of memory of it happening. Even if it was just being knocked unconscious. Or shot. But no. Apparently this time he was kidnapped by a bloody coin. Or, at least that’s what the hologram had said. And, in John’s experience, you couldn’t exactly trust the stories that your kidnappers told you. Especially when his last kidnapper was his best friend’s secret sister. Still, for once he was in a quite comfortable looking bedroom, and still had his firearm on him. Which when it came down to it, either meant they were really incompetent kidnappers. Or, maybe they didn’t have nefarious intentions towards him. Either way, he assumed that Sherlock had to be around here somewhere. Because he honestly didn’t see the point in kidnapping him, if you weren’t going to involve Sherlock Holmes in someway. And, no matter which way you looked at it. John needed Sherlock. And, Sherlock needed John. They weren’t quite complete without the other. Two sides of the same coin, if you will. Not trusting the security of this “network”, or anything else the tablet he had been provided was inclined to tell him, John quickly grabbed his coat and headed out the door. Deciding, that if he really was going to make any decision in regards to this so-called Atlantis. He needed to have a look around by himself first. See that it wasn’t just another trick by some other Holmes. Even if Mycroft did insist that there really weren’t any other secret siblings. Just Eurus. And, he supposed that Mycroft probably had learnt his lesson after that whole debacle. Still, as he headed down the high street, his eye caught something across the road. And, when I say something, I mean someone. Someone he never thought he’d see again. Not outside of those hallucinations he’d had of her, anyway. And, he really hoped that those hadn’t come back. He stopped suddenly, ignoring the mutterings of annoyance from behind him. “Mary?” Mary smiled as she turned toward the familiar voice of her husband. Having Molly here was lovely, but it would be a lie to claim she hadn’t been missing John and Rosie fiercely. As grateful as she was for the reprieve from certain death, she had desperately wanted her family to be here, too. She jogged across the street toward him, grateful for the lack of traffic. “Hello, husband,” she said, a wide smile still on her face. Suspecting he was shocked to see her for the same reason Molly had been, she reached out and touched his face. “It’s me, John. I’m really here.” |