Nightmares and Revenge: A Johnlock Story

Thirty Nine

They sat in silence in the cab ride to the airport, yet again.

But this journey was longer, and they had a lot more to think about.

John couldn't get "The Bond" out of his mind.

Is it supposed to be this awkward?

He didn't know the answer.

On the other hand, Sherlock was trying to distract himself by thinking about Aisling.

When is she going to strike?

He went to his Mind Palace, but it wasn't helpful.

He had no idea what she looked like, so he couldn't deduct anything about her.

All he saw was a shadow moving around the edge of a room, whispering words he couldn't quite hear.

It was infuriating!

The fact that John kept popping up didn't help.

"Get out if my head!" he found himself saying aloud.

John looked at Sherlock, expecting an explanation.

He didn't get one.

When they finally arrived at the airport, it got a little less awkward.

They weren't in such a confined space and John was reminded of when he'd had to hold Sherlock's hand...

Half an hour later, they were boarding the large plane.

"Alright?" asked John as they found their seats.

"Yeah yeah, fine," muttered Sherlock.

John nodded his head. "Got any further with the Aisling thing?"

"No. I've never met her, so it's impossible to deduce anything."

"Hmm."

"Yup."

"So what the Hell are we gonna do?"

Sherlock sighed. "I have absolutely no idea."

The air hostesses went through the procedure for if the plane were to crash, and Sherlock began to get nervous.

John noticed he was sweating. "Okay?" he asked softly.

"Mmm."

The plane started to take off, and there was an announcement.

"Hello and thank you for choosing to fly with British Airways. This flight should take approximately 10.5 hours, but there are televisions on the back of your seats to prevent you from getting bored. Food will be served every two hours."

Then the voice said six little words that made John's stomach lurch, and Sherlock's blood run cold.

"I am your captain, Aisling Moriarty."