The Three Button Preludes

by EvilPieIsGood

I've been having some trouble writing the sequel to "A Three Button Problem", so I decided to write a prequel XD. (In which the Sherlock characters are Portalized). Mycroft the assistant, Sherlock the test-subject, Lestrade the scientist, and John the cube

4. John

He remembered pain and sand, people yelling and needles. That was all he remembered of being shot, and all he wanted to remember. It was embarrassing for him to have been shot, because he wasn't even supposed to be there, and he hadn't even been looking to help fight off the attackers.

John woke up.

It was a dark room, and he was lying on a cot. An empty I.V drip bag didn't tell him much, but the healed gunshot wound did. It took him several minutes, but John began to remember. Being shot, going home, a month and a half of therapy, and then nothing, John suddenly feared he'd been captured and drugged.

(Which, as he'd later find out, he had been, in a way.)

(He also feared for his sparse flat. Without him there to pay the rent, his pitiful but treasured belongings would probably be dumped.)

Lights came on, and he could hear an automated voice talking but he ignored it for the most part as he stood to examine where he was. He removed the I.V, discovering that he was wearing a light grey sweater and jeans, definitely not what he'd been wearing in back in London. He poked and prodded at his shoulder, testing himself, trying to see how damaged he was.

Getting off of the cot, John began to investigate the room. It was small, and the most interesting discovery was the round metal plate on the floor and the pile of boxes in one corner. A closer look at the boxes showed that his face was etched on them for some reason, and they glowed slightly pink in the darkness.

John backed away from them, intent on sitting back on the cot, when the plate in the floor opened.

He moved over to in, peering inside, when it sucked him down inside. Disorienting at first, he got used to it, moving throughout the facility he was in (It was larger than he'd expected, deep and dark).

He knew he was approaching an exit because he could hear the mechanical voice again, instructing him, before he was dropped out of the tube, mentally swearing as he hit the ground.

Standing up and looking around, he found himself finally looking at another person and wondering if, maybe, they could get out of there.