"Hey!" Sherlock rubbed his cheek where she had slapped him, it stung. His eyes burned into hers.

"Don't you dare say that I don't care for John. You don't know the things he says to me, the way he holds me or kisses me or.." He stopped, his face immediately turning red. He had almost said way too much.

As soon as the image appeared, he took a step back. "No, That can't be me. You're making this up. My eyes aren't red, and I most certainly don't' have flames around me." He looked at his hands and arms, just to double check, but nope, no flames.

For a moment, he was quiet, contemplative. "If..." he started hesitantly. "If.. this was true.. and if.. IF... I .. if Hades were to awaken, how.. would it be done?"

He most certainly didn't want the earth to freeze over, or anything to happen to John, or himself obviously.

"Wait, wait.. you are saying.. there are people.. trying.. to kill me... right now?"