"John..." Sherlock smiled gently at the glass case. "You look so beautiful when you're sleeping." Sherlock bent over so he was face to face with his dead husband, and kissed the glass that separated their lips. He bent down and sat Indian style, gazing lovingly at the corpse. "Shh.. Daddy's here.." Sherlock pressed his forehead against the glass coffin and traced three circles on the area of where John's stomach would meet his finger. "It's ok Arthur. Don't cry. Daddy's right here. Hamish and Evelyn are also here,remember? All of us. One big happy family.." Soon, Sherlock's face contorted in pain and his soft talking turned into sobs.
"Do you want to know their genders?" The nurse smiled as she dragged the wand over John's belly. With an excited grin, said man glanced at his husband. Sherlock smiled warmly at John. "Yes please." The woman glanced at the screen, "Two boys and a girl," She smiled once again. "Congratulations." Sherlock looked over at the teary eyed man. "John? What's wrong?" John looked away from the screen and smiled broadly at Sherlock, "Listen.. It's their heart beat. " Sherlock smiled, closed his eyes, and intertwined their fingers.
A bittersweet smile spread across the detective's face. "I need to go to work sweetie. I love you." Another kiss on the glass coffin. "Take good care of the children." Sherlock gently closed the door of 221B and locked it.
Sweat dribbled down Sebastian's face. "W-Who's there?" He reached a hand up to his chin and felt hard, cold, metal.
"Hello ," Sherlock said with a smirk. "Right now you are attached to something like a backwards bear trap." The key to get out, is in the chest of your dead sister. You have five minutes." Sherlock clicked the microphone off and kept watch of his childhood bully panic.
"Oh, come on Sherlock! This is a game right? Just a silly joke?" Sebastian turned around to find his sister, more than likely, unconscious. "Ok. Not a joke." With a teary voice, Sebastian looked at the direction the Sherlock was heard. "Please Sherlock, don't do this." The timer ticked in reply. "Sherlock please!"
When there was no reply, Sebastian took a shaky breath, and grabbed a hold of the knife that was waiting for him. Sebastian slowly approached his sister. Raising the knife high, he closed his eyes. Just before the knife dug into her chest, his sister stirred lightly. Blood poured over her body, causing her to come to consciousness, and bellow out a scream. Sebastian opened his eyes and witnessed her blood puddle around her weak body. He collapsed, and cried next to her, begging for her forgiveness. The last thing Sebastian ever heard, was the ding of the timer, and the sound of metal gears powering up