Hello. :) This is a series of missing pieces from The Final Problem. Obviously, spoilers for The Final Problem will abound. I'm going to try and go through the episode chronologically, but I have a feeling that's not gonna happen. If you have any requests for what you'd like to see, please let me know! I have a list on Tumblr for chapters I plan to do, so if you'd like to see what's upcoming, check out the list!
Edit: I tried to include a link, but is blocking it, so just search the tag 'sherlock missing pieces' on Tumblr and you'll find it!
Enjoy this first chapter where we experience the well through John's eyes.
Unfortunately, John had passed out far too many times.
Usually it was because someone had hit the back of his head. One of the one's that stuck out the most was when Moriarty had decided to strap a bomb to his chest and send him into a pool. Then there was the time he'd been kidnapped by Chinese smugglers. Honestly, he was surprised he didn't have brain damage.
Then of course there was the time he'd been injected with a drug and tossed under a bonfire. That was probably one of the single most terrifying moments of his life.
But there was something different about this time.
Sherlock was holding a gun to his head. A loaded gun that had already killed an innocent person that day. Sherlock himself knew the gun was loaded, John had seen him check it. There was no way he could think that Eurus was bluffing.
John's heart was in his throat though his demeanor stayed calm. Sherlock couldn't do this. He just couldn't. John had already watched Sherlock die once he couldn't do it again. Just as he was about to yell at Sherlock for being ridiculous and to stop counting-
There was a prick against the side of his neck. Sort of like a bug bite. His hand went to his neck on reflex and he pulled away an object he couldn't quite identify… But he was already feeling its affects. He looked up at Sherlock, the gun was still to his head but he was looking at something too.
John didn't have time to process it. The last thing he remembered, and the image that would be ingrained in his mind for years to come, was Sherlock with that loaded gun to his head.
He didn't even remember hitting the ground. There wasn't any black… there were no dreams or sensations… It was as though he was suddenly somewhere else.
Though that somewhere else was someplace he couldn't identify.
His awareness came back to him slowly, but the first thing he processed was that he was cold. His shoulders shook with a shiver and John's eyes slowly adjusted to the low source of light. Moonlight, he realized.
Then he realized he was sitting in water. A noise of shock left him and echoed against the hard walls around him. John pushed himself up and felt terror rise even higher in his chest as he realized he was chained to the bottom of whatever this was.
His breath started coming hard and fast, but John knew he couldn't panic. Not now. He closed his eyes, took long deep breaths through his nose. Deep breaths. Calm.
'Soldiers.'
He heard Sherlock's voice ring through his head. Oh god, Sherlock. Was he still alive? Had the gun gone off? John wracked his brain but couldn't remember.
Suddenly there was a crackling in his ear. John put his hand up and realized he was wearing an earpiece. A crackle again and then, "Are you there yet?"
John breathed a sigh of relief. Sherlock. It was Sherlock. "Yeah, I'm here."
"John? Where are you?"
"I don't know, I've just woken up."