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John and Jack as children playing together.
Jack kicked at a rock near his foot as he sat on the swings, moving back and forth. He was the new kid at school. He was an American and most of the kids avoided him because of his funny accent.
Jack looked up as he saw a pair of shoes appear in his view. He drug his foot across the ground to stop himself. âH-hello. M-my name is Jack. Iâm new here.â
John looked up at the boy, a small smile on his face. He held out his hand, shifting from foot to foot. "My name is John. I-... I saw you all alone swingin' and I was just wondering if you wanna come help me make a sand castle! My mommy said to always try and play with kids who are alone." He smiled even brighter now, showing his missing front tooth.Â
"John...what are you doing?"
Trying to avoid Sherlock. He is being a prat. What do I owe this visit to?
Well unlike yourself, I am actually looking for SherlockâŚits important.
"Well he is probably in his room sulking. We-... sort of had a domestic." He shrugged, taking a sip of his tea.Â
John watched Issac answer easily, not really comprehending his words. He couldnât help but think that Sherlock would already know if this man was the killer or not. If his information was even useful at all. The man looked fairly well put together. He didnât seem very dangerous to Johnâs eye, but he wasnât going to test it. You never really knew people these days. John nodded, looking around the shop from his spot by the door. âYou donât mind if I come in and have a look, do you? Someone might have left something behind that might be useful in our investigation.â
"By all means!" He said happily, as if it was a great honor to help is a murder case. He had nothing to fear. All that was in here were clocks and watches. He killed people with telekinesis and other abilities heâs stolen over the years. No evidence, no tools, no connection to him. Sometimes it really was just too easy.
John nodded, giving the other a tight smile. He walked into the shop, looking around. "Do you know anyone who would want to hurt the man next door? We didn't find anything stolen. Was there a reason someone would want him dead?" John turned to the other, looking him up and down one more time. He turned his attention to the clocks on the walls, walking closer to view them up close. "Nice collection you have here."
"Ouch."Â
"Weâll get out of this. We always do."
"I donât think we are."Â
"Don't give up on me, damn it. Sherlock will find us. Just- try to focus on something else other than the pain."
Wrap your hands around my throat.
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Jack stared down at John, licking his own lips as he reached down and wrapped his hands around the otherâs throat. Jack slowly began to apply pressure to his neck.
John swallowed, eyes sliding shut as his breath became slightly shorter. The feel of Jack on top of him, around him, and holding his life in his large hands made John shiver with excitement. It felt good, for Jack to take control. Before John knew it, he wasn't able to breath at all. The hands tight around his throat, still tightening yet, sent arousal straight down to his cock. He would moan if he had the breath to do so. Opening his slowly reddening eyes, he looked up at the dom. "J-ck..." Simply the look of the others face had his cock fully hardening under the weight of Jacks body. Â
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"Mm." Sherlock had not listened to a word John had said, thinking about a small case he was currently working on.
"-And the least you could have done was clean up a bit- Are you even listening  to me?" John clenched his fists, letting out a slow breath as his mouth contorted into a deep frown.Â
"John...what are you doing?"
Trying to avoid Sherlock. He is being a prat. What do I owe this visit to?
"Alright, Issac." He looked down at his paper, frowning for a moment. The notes Sherlock had given him were scrambled and messy, much like the detective himself. John cleared his throat, putting the note pad away. "Alright. Im sure youâve heard about the murder next door. Did you see anything suspicious yesterday? Maybe someone come around who you hadnât seen before?"
He looked thoughtful-not needing shapeshifting(though he did have that ability) to be one of the best actors in the world. âAh⌠No, not that I remember. People really donât come into my shop-dying art and all that.â Lots of dying in his art, he mused in his head. It was only luck someone with a ability came next door and how could the serial killer pass up a new ability to steal? âI closed shop at six like normal, only had a few customers come in-but no one that really stood out.â Heâd have to find out who this John Watson is and who he was working for, because obviously he was no detective.
John watched Issac answer easily, not really comprehending his words. He couldn't help but think that Sherlock would already know if this man was the killer or not. If his information was even useful at all. The man looked fairly well put together. He didn't seem very dangerous to John's eye, but he wasn't going to test it. You never really knew people these days. John nodded, looking around the shop from his spot by the door. "You don't mind if I come in and have a look, do you? Someone might have left something behind that might be useful in our investigation."
"Case? How interesting. Go right ahead Mr�"
"Oh, how rude of me. Watson. John Watson. And you are?"
"Issac Mendez." He gave the fake name of one of the many victims heâs killed back in America with ease-as if it were his real name. The name âSylarâ was still on the FBI list-though there was no picture as they still had no idea who he is or how he even killed people.
"Alright, Issac." He looked down at his paper, frowning for a moment. The notes Sherlock had given him were scrambled and messy, much like the detective himself. John cleared his throat, putting the note bad away. "Alright. Im sure you've heard about the murder next door. Did you see anything suspicious yesterday? Maybe someone come around who you hadn't seen before?"
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"Yes, actually. I have a few questions, if you wouldnât mind answering them. They concern a case my partner is looking into."
"Case? How interesting. Go right ahead Mr�"
"Oh, how rude of me. Watson. John Watson. And you are?"
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Sherlock was quite surprised when he saw a notification on his phone. Even more shocked when he saw what they were.
John, didnât think you were the type to send nudes to your flatemate. SH
John frowned at the notification, eyes widening a bit.Â
Oh, christ⌠JW Those went to you? JW
Who were they supposed to go to? SH
Uh-⌠Bloody hell⌠JW No one. They were not supposed to go anywhere. JW Im sorry about that. JW
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