What is it? It’s got flaps. It’s an ear hat, John.
It’s called a deerstalker, Sherlock. I’m surprised at you, not doing your research.
(Source: umqra)
Anonymous: He kept saying he was enjoying your company. What did he do to you? It has me very concerned.
If he enjoyed my company then I probably wasn’t conscious at the time—I’m not in the habit of being civil with my kidnappers. Despite the disturbing phrasing that Moriarty is so fond of, however, he have anything all that terrible done to me. Nothing I didn’t train for in my military days and a far cry less than I was expecting. In fact, apart from his little “interviews” he didn’t much interact with me except to stare sometimes while I ate/slept/was dealt with after my first few escape attempts. I’m quite lucky, I think, in that regard; three weeks is a very long time to be in the possession of a psychopath, yet I am still alive and quite nearly recovered.
Now if I could only escape Sherlock for a bit I could do the shopping and we could stop depending on takeout and poor Mrs. Hudson for food.
Anonymous: Are you okay?? That Moriarty is a phsychotic lowlife.
It could’ve been much, much worse, and I’m lucky enough to be home now.
Also I’m glad you could find some humor in the situation, allow me to play along: saying that about Moriarty is an insult to the psychotic lowlife community.
Anonymous: who are you
I’m John Hamish Watson, like it says in the blog title. Who are you?
I’m back
Sorry for the scare, guys, and for the unexpected hiatus. Yes Moriarty got me, no we didn’t catch him, and yes Sherlock helped me get out. I’m just putting this up for now to let everyone who was concerned by my absence know that I’m alive and on my way home to Baker Street. Will post more with details later.
Package acquired, go for delivery
John Watson has been taken.
Nearly 10 minutes ago none other than Jim Moriarty sent me a text message. It’s on the other blog, but I’ll post its contents here as well.
“I’m sending someone to pick you up. See you shortly. JM”
I told Sherlock immediately, of course, and he insisted on coming back to the flat, but his case took him pretty far away today (he’s pretty much recovered now) and he won’t be home for a while yet. It’s a weird thing, having to take actual precautions against getting kidnapped—I’m a grown man after all, and a soldier on top of that. Still, after the last time Jim decided that he was in need of my company that night at the pool, I’m not really complaining.
I’ve got my Browning and am staying upstairs, but Mycroft has men on the building so the odds that I’m in any real danger are very lowredftyhgjnkmlm;;
Looking up JohnxSherlock pictures is what I do in my spare time
-JM
I don’t know what’s more unnerving, that someone out there is drawing pictures of us (with rainbows and handcuffs no less), or that Moriarty is looking through them for fun.
