Boyfriend Development Program

8 month 14 day.

No more, no less, just one week before the wedding.

John met with Mary more and more frequently, and often discussed some wedding-related matters, especially in the past few days, the venue layout, costumes and props, invited guests... made the two of them very busy.Of course, he didn't shy away from Sherlock, or in a sense, John just wanted to show it openly in front of Sherlock.As for Sherlock, he was surprisingly docile (John didn't know if the word was used accurately) during the few days of watching him coldly - although he also made some sarcasm during the period.And a few days later, his good roommate was nowhere to be seen at all, and he didn't even come home at night. After several times, he wanted to interfere, but finally chose to keep silent.

John wasn't sure his good roommate, the great consulting detective, had figured it out, but for now, for God's sake, he seemed disqualified with the impending wedding.

...yes, he has no qualifications.

It was even more so on this day, when John and Mary went out to see the wedding venue.

It was a church: a common European-style spire, with a dark red paint surface, soaring as if reaching into the sky.Carvings with painted patterns hang horizontally around the wall, faintly visible from a distance.The arch bridge-style stone gate and bell tower are even more clearly presented in front of the eyes, hiding the green trees and flowers, making them look extraordinarily solemn. —— Ordinary, ordinary, just suitable for them. John twitched the corners of his mouth, an inexplicable smile appeared on his face.

Mary saw John's smile and thought he was very satisfied with the place she chose, so she immediately suggested: "Go in and have a look?"

"Okay." John tilted his head and thought for a while, but finally he didn't refute Mary's interest.

The decoration inside the church was just as John had imagined, plain and ordinary, the sunlight fell on the windows with the Notre Dame's window paper, and the halo of colorful colored glazes bloomed on the ground.The only thing that is special is the two sculptures placed on both sides of the church. John's pupils froze involuntarily, and a name instantly popped into his mind: Weeping Angel.

The floodgates of memory opened at the same time the noun jumped out, and the memory flooded the little man like a torrent.

***

A week ago, in the underground warehouse of the museum.

John bumped into Sherlock's back, and then he looked away, and saw clearly a man in a gray trench coat with the torch in his good roommate's hand.

"Is the matter resolved?" Jack Harkness asked with a smile as he circled up the stairs.As for the subject of the inquiry, sherloes, Jesus above, there is no doubt about it.The little man behind him couldn't understand the expression of the curly-haired man. He only heard the latter snort coldly, then turned his head slightly, as if pointing his eyes to the angels who had completely turned into sculptures in the center of the warehouse.

"Good job, hey!" Jack smiled even brighter, his gaze passed Sherlock and fell on John, "John, good evening."

"Uh, good evening."

Sherlock turned his body sideways, so that the communication between the two was no longer obstructed, and at the same time explained to John in a low voice: "The angels were attracted by Jack."

"You texted him because...uh, to resolve the crisis?" John's tone was slightly relaxed, which was exchanged for a strange—and probing—glance from the consulting detective. The former was startled, and then a little unnatural He moved his eyes away, until he felt that Sherlock's eyes were no longer glued to him, and then he let out a sigh of relief.

"Of course. You think?"

John pursed the upward curve of his lips: "Ah, no, it's nothing."

After such a pause, Brother Wier also came to the three of them.

Dean looked at Jack for a while, with a warm but appropriate smile on his face, and asked doubtfully, "This is?"

Sherlock's eyes paused for a while on Dean's hand holding Sam to prevent the latter from speaking - more precisely, Sam's hand - and an inexplicable part of the thinking palace was activated. The weird expression on his face, Jack's unusual attention to the two of them, Mycroft's repeated warnings... Until the strange "tools" he saw this time, they all appeared one by one.If the previous glimpse did not go wrong, Sam was hiding something in his hands the moment he saw them coming, the familiar size, the black metal shell... shell, shell, shell... I always feel that there is something missing, so I can Arriving at the truth...what the hell is it?

Seeing that his good roommate was inexplicably lost in thought, John had no choice but to consciously take on the important task of introduction: "This is Colonel Jack. Jackharkness."

"Colonel Jack Harkness? That Colonel Jack from the Torchwood team?" Sam blurted out in surprise, suddenly felt a strong force coming from his hand, and when he looked down, it was his brother who squeezed his hand hard, and then he suddenly realized the meaning in his words inappropriate.

"You guys also know Colonel Jack? I thought it was highly classified..." John muttered, obviously surprised that Brother Wier also knew Jack, but he clearly remembered that Sherlock struggled in every possible way before finally knowing Jack's identity .However, in the end it was John Watson, he was just puzzled for a moment and didn't care at all, "Uh, what I mean is, I didn't know you guys knew each other."

"Ah, we also heard about it occasionally." Sam seemed a little flustered, but quickly calmed down, "From father."

"Your father?" Jack was very calm, "Do I know him?"

"We don't know that either." Dean shrugged and explained methodically, "Now we don't even know where he is. In fact, the main purpose of coming to London this time is to hear that he was here some time ago... very interesting Maybe it's still there now."

"Oh, yes, black metal! Brilliant!"

While the four of them were having a pleasant conversation, Sherlock finally struggled out of his contemplation, a gleam of light burst into his gray-green eyes, successfully interrupting Jack's next question: black metal, he remembered!

This unexpected sentence caught John's attention instantly, and he saw his face full of doubts: "What black metal?"

Sherlock glanced around the crowd, and his gaze stayed on the Wier brothers for a while—seeing the alert faces of the two brothers, he twitched the corners of his lips, and then calmly replied: "Hmm, it's nothing." John looked at the curly hair The man's eyes were clearly as excited as discovering a new toy, and he felt the corners of his eyes twitch several times: Jesus is above, it's nothing to blame!

——When did Sherlock also learn to have secrets?

——No, when should it start?

Sherlock walked around Jack and walked up the stairs.Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, and asked without looking back: "Are all the weeping angels here?"

"Of course." The latter shrugged, with a natural expression, "I am the leader of the Torchwood team."

"Iing! My brother is still the British government!" This time, the consulting detective paused, turned around and replied blankly.

"..." John felt the need to mourn for Mycroft.

Sam murmured to himself in a low voice from behind: "It seems that London is getting more and more uneven."

Seeing the figure of the consulting detective striding forward, the little man paused slightly, and walked towards the exit quickly and quickly. Only the faint torch illuminated the dark stairs, as if to illustrate something.Glancing back in a strange way, he only felt that in the middle of the underground warehouse in the darkness, the eyes of the weeping angels trapped by him were shining brightly.

John turned his head quickly, quickening his pace to keep up with Sherlock's.

……

"Kakkaka..."

To this day, John feels that the strange voice still seems to be ringing in his ears, and it has a strange tendency to become louder and louder.

...Wait, it doesn't seem to be the voice in memory?In a trance, a thought suddenly came to mind, John was shocked, and his mind returned to its original position in an instant.The weird sound of "Ka Ka Ka" became more and more obvious. The little man seemed to have realized something, and looked up at the position of the two sculptures—it was empty! "Jesus above, the weeping angel!"

"Weeping angel?" Mary suddenly heard what John said, and couldn't figure out his thoughts for a while, "What weeping angel?"

"An alien creature! Oh my god, does this church even have Weeping Angels? Damn London has been taken over by them!" John cursed loudly, and at the same time he did not forget to ask Mary loudly, "Whoever sees them Stare at them for an instant! Remember not to blink! Don’t blink even once! As long as we stare at them, they can’t hurt us, once distracted..."

"Once distracted?"

"Then they can only be sent back to the past." John said loudly, "I mean, sent back to who knows how many years ago, remember Will? He was sent back by this damn thing!"

"Sent to the past? What the hell are they?"

"It's sculptures, in other words, stones. The two sculptures by the window just now are weeping angels. They escaped while we were distracted. Now we don't know where they are hiding. We don't even know how many there are!"

"Sculptures, my God, John, are you talking about them?" Mary said, looking at the creature in front of her in horror. --What? ! John glanced at the empty front, and then followed Mary's eyes: Jesus is above, they are really weeping angels, and they are less than three or five steps away from Mary! "How come they are so close to you?!"

"I don't know how to stare at them..." Mary's voice was weak.

Listening to his fiancée's words, John only felt extremely bitter in his mouth. For the first time, he regretted not talking to Mary about what happened in the museum: "It's my fault..."

"Kakkaka!"

Just as the two were talking, another strange voice came from John's left side, and John suddenly turned his head, only to see an angel appearing there too!

"What can I do..." Mary became more and more nervous, and said incoherently, "There are also on the right side! What to do! I can't see it!"

In fact, Mary didn't need to say, John also heard the footsteps of the weeping angel.

...that's the only way to do it!

The expression on his face changed for a while, as if he had made up his mind, he said to Mary in a concentrated voice, "Remember to go back and tell Sherlock that there are also weeping angels here!" On his face, there was a faint sense of relief: the wedding can be cancelled.

"What—?" Mary asked in confusion, but her voice was knocked to the ground by a force of impact!Turning around, she saw a scene that broke her heart: the weeping angel had come to her original position, in front of the current John, and the ferocious mouth stopped before she could close it.But John's figure still faded away inch by inch, and finally disappeared into nothingness! ——It turned out that it was John who pushed her!

——"no!!!"

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