"Brother mine, would you please go outside and have something to do, than making any further experiments in your quarter or else I expropriate all your. . . . subjects at once"

The older one speaks and looked at his younger brother, sitting on a stool in front of the desk. The younger meet his eyes with his brother cold demeanor.

For the younger it is nothing but a fish-face and melodramatic nonsense , he put no mind and continue his work. The older knows his younger brother would be protesting, he can picture a frowning face that was hiding in the mask of his calm one.

"How's your diet" The younger said in a statement.

"It's Fine, There is a case I-" The younger cut him off.

"Boring" The older gives a deep sigh and before he goes away.

"There is an Auction near the capital market, buy some slaves to make you occupy. I heard there is a foreign man in the word of the market, and it speaks English" Then the older is gone.

The younger waited 10 seconds then he sprung up when he heard a foreign man has been sold to slavery. It peeked his curiosity and interest at the same time. He wear a proper white silk Toga with a blue one draped over his shoulder.


An Army doctor that was been captured by the pirates and sold to a foreign land he did not know of. The ship was wreck because of the battle they have been order to capture the wanted pirates instead of winning in the end like most of the victorious day.

There is an unexpected snitch in their crew, and it ends up them to lose the battle and right now, he is in a strong sturdy metal cage which he did not found any comfort inside. It only give him aching muscles. . .

The pirate captain who smiled smugly when he sells a good price to the owner of a Slavery Auction in Greece. The Ex-Army Doctor could only groaned through a thick cloth that gag in his mouth, The Pirate look at him again before he bids his farewell with mockery.

"Have Fun~" Then the pirate left.

The Ex-Army Doctor is confused when the man speaks with a foreign language he didn't recognize or know. He calm his body down and then their is two man, that came from behind, they carried the cage he was in. It is now placed in a carriage with other captured victim like him, except he is the only one that put in the cage. The others are only been tied up, their eyes are filled with lost hope.

He plans to escape when he is out of the cage, He is a soldier and he knows how to think a strategy to escape from a situation like these.

"I knew you would come" The older one speaks to his younger brother, he is sitting in the front of the seats where only it is for the Aristocrat. The younger one sit beside him, the maidens who are close to the younger one could only flushed, being close to him. Some maidens tried to look seductive but it only met with his ignorance and cold eyes.

The younger one scoffed, the maidens did not notice it. He think these maidens that are trying to look seductive just to get his attention, when actually it looks idiotic at the first place.

The Auction begins.

The younger one thought, he could die in boredom of waiting the foreign man. He said "dull, boring, tedious, stupid, idiotic, uninteresting and so on" in a low voice just for himself and his brother to hear. That is the comment on every slave that was being presented in the Auction.

"BE Patient Sherlock, and stop commenting on the slaves you are not interested in" the Older said with calm, for other people think it is. Sherlock only grin when he knows that it irritated his brother more.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, May I present you the Best of Three for this Auction"
The First slave and the Third slave has been sold to the buyers in the audience.

When The Second slave is presented on the stage, the reaction of the audience is almost astounded. A short blonde man who is topless, he only have his trouser and his boots left. There is a cloth around his mouth, and prevent him to bite someone, he could only do nothing but groan.

It shows his scar on his left shoulder and fitness of his body. His short height and sweet appearance won't make any people think he is on the war or a battle before. Even though the Ex-Army Doctor stand firm on his both feet with a calm expression, refuse to show any weakness.

He is sold as a Dmos what greeks called as male slave or bondman to the Aristocrat who is willing to buy him, or another purposes, depends on the buyer wants.

The owner is now a Host, he used a long stick to strike the Ex-Army doctor behind it's leg and he push the shoulder down to make it kneel on the ground. He grabs the chin to look up and present it to the audience curiosity. It grabs their attention and the Aristocrat whose sitting beside his older brother.

"This man here is a Fighter, raw and fresh. It takes my workers to sustain him in a cage and do not be fool by his looks, my Dear Audience. Isn't it astounding, the looks of his eyes"

"We will start in 500 drachmas,. . . ."

The Bids have been going higher until it stops on 5,000 Drachmas. The one who bid it, is a man in his 50's, his physical appearance are Fat with a big belly and a chubby face. The Ex-Army Doctor trickles a sweat from his forehead when he saw the buyer and he tried not to let the nausea coming up from his stomach, or puke in front of the crowds.

The Host started countdown. "5. . . 4 . . . 3. . .-"
It stops on three when a black curly hair with a handsome face stands up and he said the amount loud enough to let the crowd hear.

"10,000 Drachmas" he said with calm and firm voice.

This brings the other Aristocrats to gasps and stunned to hear such a big amount, that they cannot risk to bid higher than that. Sherlock slips a smirk only for two seconds then he goes back to his nonchalant expression. The Fat-big-belly man snorted and gives up bidding, he sat and began sulking on his seat.

The Ex-Army Doctor looks up when he hears the crowds gasping and he saw the new buyer standing with a nonchalant expression. Somehow he feels relief when he saw it's a decent-looking man, better than the last buyer. He hopefully think there is none perversion that are going to happen. He knows that he is going to be sells as a Slave, but it does not mean he cannot try a second time to escape. The first attempt is a failure when he did not expect there is another guard behind him, he thought knocking out two guards that was placed with him was enough but it turns out there is a big fellow behind him.

After the Auction ends, they drag the Ex-Army Doctor to the preparation room. They showered him and give him a nice white Toga to wear; they prep him like he was an offering or a gift need to wrap in a beautiful wrapper. He feel vulnerable and exposed from the hands that touches all over his body to make him clean.

There is one thing he is glad, that they tend his wounds which he really needs it, so that he can escape on the way to the Buyer's home with full strength. He composed himself again to make him look tough but it only ends up some maidens to coo at him. When the time is up, they lead the Ex-Army Doctor to a carriage with a lined up guard outside, it is such a shame to see it because they are cautious that he would escape while transferring him.

They tie his hands on the back using a cloth instead of rope; the Ex-Army Doctor thought it is comfortable. They used it to avoid the rope that scratches on the skin because it would ruin the "Gift" for the buyer. The Owner of the Slavery Auction looked prouder to see his delightful slave is been presented like a porcelain doll. Many Aristocrats are bitter to see, the slave that they want cannot take home with them.

"Wasting my Drachmas on a broken toy is not a good choice, Sherlock" The older spoke on the other carriage where it is just beside the carriage, Sherlock was in waiting. The carriages on the side drapes are open for them to have a conversation through their spoken words.

"I can fix a broken toy" Sherlock said.

"Do it whatever you want, Sherlock, but a toy like that, I could only sympathize him" The Older replied and it makes Sherlock lets out a low chuckle. Sherlock thinks on how his older brother would even feel any sympathy to others which he could laugh and point at him that it's ridiculous and such a melodramatic sense.

"You don't have sympathy, Mycroft, I can take it here." After what Sherlock said. The Carriage where Mycroft is in, leave for a few seconds later.


The Ex-Army Doctor had to get inside the carriage, he sits beside the buyer on the left. His buyer look him with furrowed brow, seeing his slave hands are tied on the back. Sherlock has a thought that "what a consideration of using a cloth instead of a rope", he deduce on the slave to know his backgrounds and identity before it ends up a slave.

He found some interesting things but one thing, he is for sure that this Ex-Army Doctor is missing the Danger in his life. He takes out the knife he had in his Toga, then he points the knife in front of the slave and the rope on its hands. A sign to tell him to cut the rope.

The Ex-Army Doctor is looking at the knife pointing at him and looks confused but then it moves to point on his tied hands. A sign to free his hands, a chance to escape from this carriage. He may look handsome but seeing his tall lanky frame, the Ex-Army Doctor does not even think his owner have strong strenght.

But even so, he did not underestimate his opponents. Giving a hard punch in the stomach to keep him unconscious might be a good idea. He nods and he turn his back, Sherlock knows this man are going to punch him in the stomach. He is surprised that the Ex-Army Doctor is not underestimating him, by looking his appearance.

He is glad to purchase this slave, he does not look boring at all. He smirked after he cut the rope, he put his weight on the man whose now pinned on the seat. In the outside eye from other people might think they are having their lovely time. The Ex-Army Doctor is surprised by the sudden weight on his back and pinning him.

He is heavy than he looks, the Ex-Army Doctor cannot move his limbs and by his position, it is very uncomfortable at all. He is already uncomfortable when they do not give him undergarments to wear. He feels the owner leaned down, there is a hand grips his wrist on its place and another hand on the seat beside his face. He feels the breath ghost over his ear and hear him says.

"Well, aren't you a pleasant thing. Try to relax on the seat and give up the thought of escaping this carriage. As you already know I am Stronger than you, and it will give you a comfortable position when I release you"

The baritone voice he hears like it goes through his body and he shivers with the breath so close to his ear. The heat was starting to rise around him.

"You can speak English?!" That is the first question he asks instead on what happen everything to him. Sherlock chuckles on the Ex-Army Doctor reactions.

"Sherlock Holmes is my name and what is yours," Sherlock said it in a statement instead of a question and still pinning the Ex-Army Doctor in place.

"John Watson," John said with determination in his tone. Sherlock let him go and let John sits properly on the seat. John look at Sherlock properly now, seeing his skin is pale and the lovely black curls, he realized that Sherlock is not thin or lanky at all. There are muscles that fit on his tall frame, now thinking on it, he really is a handsome man.

They have been sat for a while, waiting for the carriage to stop on their destination. None of them spoke or having a conversation until now. John still has many questions in his mind and on how to convince Sherlock to let him go.

"Speak up" John was startled when Sherlock speaks. John did not speak for a few seconds then Sherlock rolled his eyes, impatient on waiting for a reply. He put his hand on John's lap and grabs John's chin to face him. John feels his heart beat are going to leap out of his body from beating faster. When the hand placed on his lap which he does not have any undergarments under the Toga he wears.

John is flushed up to his neck, he cursed himself for being so easy to flush up. He is a soldier for heaven's sake. John's head is down to prevent letting Sherlock know his face is bright red. He could only think one thing and that a hand on his lap and the hard stare he feels from another man. He grabs his courage to look at Sherlock in the eyes then he saw a hunger and desire only for 3 seconds then it vanishes quickly to a calculating stare.

"I said speak up" A commanding baritone voice from the cupid lips with calculating eyes, he could feel stark naked from the stare that strips him. John still could not reply because he is stunned at the moment.

"If you need undergarments that badly when we get home, I can get you one," Sherlock said in a low voice, then he release John's face and go back to his seat like before. John said "thank you" in a mumbling way.

"I can fix your psychotic limp, you are an Army doctor, quite a combination you chose. Lost in the battle on a wanted pirate because of a snitch. You are the only survivor but then the pirate found you and sold you in a Slave Auction with a good price. "

John heard it and turn to look at Sherlock again. How does he know he have a limp and the battle he has with the pirate? It must be the owner told him but they do not even speak English like Sherlock do.

"I know it from the scar you have on your left shoulders and other wounds that already healed a few days ago but you're stressing yourself on having a limp which it does not exist in the first place, the way you stand firm on your ground. You answer when I command you, the trousers and boots that only left for you. It has navy rank on the side, a mark of crown and eagle. Tells you are the captain in charge of the ship,"

"That was Incredible," John said, amazed by the brilliant mind Sherlock deduced. Sherlock looks at John like he have found the perfect person, the first person to say he is Incredible.

"That is not what normally people say" Sherlock said.

Then John asks him. "What do normal people say?"

"Back off" Sherlock answered. Then they both laughed at the same time.

"Will you free me?" John hesitated to ask first but he ask Sherlock anyway.

"When the time comes, for now, you are my slave. A rule is a rule, being a navy you should know how that works," John nods when he heard it.

Sherlock lied and he is never going to let go of John, why would he let go such an interesting man that comes into his life. He will make a plan to make John stays with him.

When they arrived at the mansion of Sherlock's home, John gaped at the architecture of Greek's style mansion with marbles and poles that he could describe as magnificent. In London, it does not have this kind of architecture to be seen.

Sherlock holds John's hand, leading him inside the mansion. John did not protest and he let Sherlock hold him, he thought that somehow it is nice. He still holding on the thought that Sherlock will free him.

Sherlock gather the maid servants and instruct them to take care of John in another Quarter room just beside his Quarter's room. They cleaned John's feet and give him undergarments to wear. They bring a food tray and put it on the bed where John laid his back on the head board. After a long days that happen to him, John yawned and fall in a deep asleep.

Sherlock is in his room resuming his experiments then Mycroft came in.

"Be careful at what you are planning, Sherlock. Remember you are not the only one who have eyes on him. Now, I know the reason why you buy the broken toy. It was going to deliver, to the spider but you buy it first and set another Auction to let it changed the schedules,"

Sherlock replied "You got it right"

"If he finds out you are the one who takes him, be careful again Sherlock. You are playing with a dangerous man" Mycroft was going to get out but stops, he said one last thing to say before he go.

"Keep it a secret, do not let the poor ex-army doctor know" The door closed.

"It takes him time to figure out who has his package and I have the advantage of time" Sherlock whispered to himself with a satisfying smile.

"Oh~ John, your mystery is what I am looking for" Sherlock clapped his hands together with a glint in his eyes.