Consulting Traitors
Sherlock tilted his head to the side, looking at the screen that John had just shoved into his face. "Trouble in Terrorist Town?"
John nodded eagerly. He really wanted to involve his mates and Sherlock in something together. Bonding and such. "Tony Stark made it a few weeks ago and I was hoping that you would come play with us?" He looked at Sherlock with his puppy eyes.
Sherlock tried to say no. He really did. But what came out of his mouth was not, 'Of course not!' but- "Fine! But before we do-" Sherlock pounced. He could never resist John when he looked like that.
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Sherlock and John had been on shaky ground after the whole faked-his-death-for-three-years debacle, but after about four months of sulking, yelling, and avoiding each other, the two friends couldn't hide their love for the other any longer. What resulted was John moving back in, a rather liberally cum-stained flat, and two happily engaged Brits.
A week after the heartfelt proposal, John skipped into the kitchen, right infront of the table, where Sherlock was testing if cyanide could really make one express happiness. Since it was illegal to test poison on people, he was testing mice and keeping a close eye on their endorphin levels. Apparently, these mice were ecstatic.
Sherlock tilted his head to the side, looking at the screen that John had just shoved into his face. "Trouble in Terrorist Town?"
John nodded eagerly. He really wanted to involve his mates and Sherlock in something together. Bonding and such. "Tony Stark made it a few weeks ago and I was hoping that you would come play with us?" He looked at Sherlock with his puppy eyes.
Sherlock tried to say no. He really did. But what came out of his mouth was not, 'Of course not!' but- "Fine! But before we do-" Sherlock pounced. He could never resist John when he looked like that.
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After a fully sated consulting detective called all of the requested people, they all agreed after a bit of persuading. Once everyone messaged everyone that they all had finished downloading the game and setting up all of the face cams, Lestrade, Sherlock, John, Mrs. Hudson, and Mycroft (he was the one who needed the most convincing) sat down and entered a map together. They spawned on a boat in the middle of the sea.
Sherlock's bar was labeled 'Innocent'. How drawl.
With a huff, he went to find John.
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Apparently, Sherlock wasn't the only one trying to find John. Lestrade had just walked down a short dead-end hallway, when John lept out of the niche between two green lockers and shot him right between the eyes. Lestrade sputtered as John calmly timed the C4 he was planting before Greg so rudely interrupted.
Sadly, the rules stated that you can't out the Traitor. Lestrade crossed his arms and grumbled, "I'm dead!"
Mycroft raised a carefully plucked eyebrow. "So soon? As an accomplished detective inspector, I would have thought that you would have at least been the second to die."
Lestrade glared at Mycroft's face from the other monitor. "Hey! One more word and you're sleeping on the couch!" Mycroft pursed his lips and stayed silent.
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Sherlock encountered Mrs. Hudson on his way to the top of the boat. She had nothing but a crowbar. Sherlock smiled, the weakest need to be weeded out in order to find the Traitor. With that, he greeted the bumbling old landlady. "Mrs. Hudson! I see that you've only got a crowbar, how about I help you find some much needed weapons?"
Mrs. Hudson looked up and smiled. "Oh no, I mustn't trouble you with the burden of having little old me floundering around. Here, I'll help you." All of a sudden, a shotgun was in her hands and she started shooting him.
Sherlock screamed and ran. "I was wrong, I was horribly wrong!!!" He hid behind a door and started to shoot back. Mrs. Hudson ran out of bullets, but before she could reload, Sherlock took the chance and jumped out of cover and shot her right in the face.
Mrs. Hudson chuckled and leaned back. "Looks like I lose. Well done Sherlock, good luck finding my partner in crime."
Sherlock scrunched up his brows. "Huh?" He walked up to her dead body and checked it. She was a Traitor. "Fuck."
Mrs. Hudson cackled. "Language, dear!" She ghosted away to check up on John. The C4 had about 2 minutes left.
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Mycroft heard all of this and went to find John as well. Surely, Mrs. Hudson and Sherlock just staged all of that and his brother was the other Traitor. All he had to do, was to team up with John and take Sherlock down.
When Mycroft found John, his back was to him. "John-" John's eyes widened and he whipped around. Next to the army doctor, was an armed block of C4. Mycroft gasped and aimed.
John quickly threw his sniper's rifle down and held his hands up. "Wait! I was just walking around when I found this C4 over here. Mrs. Hudson must have planted it."
Mycroft squinted his eyes at John. But, the doctor had such an earnest look on his face! And... were those puppy dog eyes? Mycroft slowly lowered his deagle and cleared his throat thinking, he must be innocent. "Apologies."
John beamed at the elder Holmes. "Don't worry about it! I'm sure you were just aiming at me out of love and consid-" And he promptly shot him in the face, killing him, and took off down the hall, smirking smugly. The C4 was about to blow.
Mycroft just gaped at his screen as John ran off. But... he was so... puppy-like...
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Sherlock, not having been paying attention, kept up his search for his fiancee. (One of his experiments had almost blown up.) "John? John, where are you?" The younger Holmes called out as he walked out onto the deck of the ship.
He was about to call out again when John can barreling out of the door right next to the one he just came out of. Sherlock's face brightened. "Oh, good! I've finally-"
He cut himself off as John kept on going and jumped right off of the side of the boat.
Sherlock ran over to the side of the ship and looked down. "JOHN! What the bloody he-"
BOOM!!!
A big red sign popped up saying, TRAITORS WIN. Sherlock stared at the screen in shock and dismay.
John started to giggle. And in those small giggles, quickly came loud guffaws.
Sherlock looked as if he was about to cry. "B-but JAAAAAAAWNNN!"
John quickly got himself under control and went to console his husband-to-be. It wouldn't do if Sherlock sulked when he had experiments going...
Tbc...
~NEXT~
"Yes!" Tom and Lucius rolled their eyes as they heard their little lover exclaim from the next room over. They got up and went to see what had their little snake in lion's clothing so happy. "Tom! Lucy! Come look, I've finally gotten it to work!"
Lucius mildly scowled at the younger male at the nickname, while Tom just snorted. "And what exactly have you gotten to work? You have been working on a lot of muggle junk lately."
Harry merely rolled his eyes and showed them the Mac that he had been working on. He had been trying to make it run on magic instead on electricity for about four days now, and he's finally got it! Lucius squinted down at the screen. "And what is that on the screen there? I've never seen it before."
Harry giggled. "Why, that's a video game! It's called Trouble in Terrorist Town, and we're going to play it!" Tom and Lucius glanced at each other with wide eyes. Wtf?