Hi again everyone! I can't tell you how sorry I am for the long hiatus on this. I had bad writer's block, but that's over now and I know where this is going. I've also started a new fic which i'm aiming to get posted some time this week. I wasn't entirely unproductive while on my little break though. I discovered supernatural, and watched all the seasons of that. I also got tumblr; my url is avatarwinchester if anyone is interested! Final thing: Big hugs to Beatlesfan44 and Dragon Violist for following and to ElfArmyOlivia, Beatlesfan44, ScreenwriterKitteh and Fangirl for your reviews! Much Love xxx

Meanwhile on the other side of London, Anderson was sitting in his flat having a cup of tea. Unfortunately, it had gotten cold so he started a gentle flame in the palm of his hand in order to warm it back up again. He enjoyed his firebending gifts greatly.

Just as he took a sip of tea, an explosion rocked the building. The windows shattered and fire and smoke began pouring into Anderson's flat. He deflected the flames away from himself but there was nothing he could do about the smoke which appeared to contain some kind of extra chemical that was making him woozy. As he blacked out he heard footsteps approaching and a cold laugh. He then felt his body being carried someplace, but he was powerless to stop it...

Back at 221B, Sherlock had decided to make a start on John's training.

"Isn't it a bit late?" protested John.

"No," replied Sherlock. "There's no better time to start. You probably didn't notice but there's a full moon tonight. That means your powers will be at their height, so something is more likely to actually happen."

"Thanks. I think...?"

"Well come on then!" Sherlock already had his coat on and was half way out the door.

"What do you mean? Where are we going now?"

Sherlock didn't answer, so John followed as usual. It wasn't too far to walk to the river, which is where they ended up.

"Alright, we're going to start with the very basics," Sherlock began. "Feel the flow of the water and become part of it. Then you can try to manipulate it. Push and pull the water to try and create some waves. Copy my movements."

John copied Sherlock's stance and gestures and found that the murky waters of the Thames were moving to his will.

"You picked that up quickly," Sherlock said. "Let's try something else. Try to freeze over some of the river so you can walk on it. Visualise the flow slowing down so it stops and becomes solid."

Again John completed the task with ease. Sherlock was a little annoyed that John was finding waterbending so easy. He had struggled with the basics, as much as he hated to admit it. He decided to challenge his friend a little.

"One last trick for tonight. Lift a ball of water and see how far you can throw it. Without touching of course. Off you go!"

Of course, it backfired horribly. John lifted the water with ease, but when it came to releasing it, it landed directly onto Sherlock, thoroughly soaking him.

He whipped up a wind to dry himself in seconds, but he felt fire ignite in his hands.

Fortunately, his phone rang before he could make any snide remarks he could regret. The fire was out, so he picked up the phone. It was Lestrade.

"We've had some kidnappings. You should be interested."

"And why? Murder is generally more my area," replied Sherlock.

"Well, Anderson is one of the victims."

"YES! I mean, um..."

"As is someone else I think you know. Molly Hooper?"

This shocked Sherlock. He was fond of Molly. "Is that it?"

"No, there have been five more in the past fortnight. And there's one more thing. They're all from your lot. Benders I mean."

Lestrade was right; Sherlock was interested. He felt a certain duty to save these people. Well, not so much Anderson, but the others definitely. Especially Molly.