Sherlock went to Jim's house and his right hand man Sebastian showed him to where Jim was.

"I know you're still forcing my father to work for you...what do I have to do for you to let him stop?" Sherlock asked.

"Nice to see you too" he drawled, leaning back in his chair. Jim gestured for Sebastian to leave them.

"Please Jim," he begged, "I'll do anything. Just let my father go!" He pleaded with Jim and fell to his knees, "I'm the reason he had to work for you in the first place. I don't need the heroine or any other drugs, just let him go."

Jim smirked. Sherlock's father was such a small contributor that he could afford to let him go, but he would have his fun first. He licked his lips and gestured for Sherlock to come closer with one hand and with the other he began to undo his belt.

He nodded and shuffled closer until he was kneeling between Jim's legs, "Thank you," he said and tried not to look scared, "What would you like?"

He reached out a hand and gripped the boy's cheek. "Your mouth...for now..." he spoke after a moment. A simple blowjob wouldn't be enough for Jim.

Sherlock nodded and reached out "Yes sir."

He carefully took Jim's cock out of his underwear. He stroked it a few times before taking Jim into his mouth and sucking intently. Jim hummed and sat back in his chair, calmly watching Sherlock's movements. Sherlock started to bob up and down and suck harder. He smirked and let it fall out of his mouth for a moment.

"Do you like that Jim?"

The man grabbed Sherlock's hair, pushing him down. Jim smirked and closed his eyes with a groan. Sherlock gagged slightly ,but quickly got control and deep throated him. He was having a bit of trouble breathing but figured it out after a few seconds. Jim groaned as he climaxed. spilling into Sherlock's mouth. Who swallowed it all and licked Jim clean before taking his mouth away.

"I-Is that all I'll have to do?" He asked.

Jim chuckled. "You wish..."he said as he buckled his pants and pulled Sherlock to sit on his lap.

Sherlock looked away, "What else will I need to do?" he asked sadly.

"Oh, don't be sad" he mocked, tilting Sherlock's head so he was facing him. "Where's your friend? The blonde one."

"I-I left him..." He lied, he still loved John more than anything but he'd never admit that to Jim. He didn't want John to be in danger, "Just tell me what I need to do for you to let my father leave."

Jim raised an eyebrow. "Hmmm, bring him to me anyway."

"What would you do to him?" Sherlock asked looking more afraid than he wanted to let on.

"Well, he broke the rules. He slept with you, but I never saw a dime of the money." He smiled. "What do you think I should do?"

"He can't pay my usual prices..." He said and looked scared, "Please don't do anything to him. I'll be your personal slave for as long as you want as long as you leave John and my father alone."

"Oh, look how you care for John..." He hummed, stroking Sherlock's cheek with a slim finger.

Sherlock looked depressed but nodded, "Yes I do...but I'll never talk to him again. Anything you want. Will you take my offer then? I'll be your personal slave as long as you leave John and my father alone."

"I don't need a slave, Sherlock. I want you. I want to burn the heart out of you." Jim stared into his eyes.

"You can have me...you can do anything you want to me," he said and let his head fall, "Just leave them alone. Being away from John is already like dying."

At that moment Jim's phone rang. He answered, threatened to skin however was on the other end and make them into shoes, before he stood.

"Sherly, I have to go. Make yourself at home." He said as he headed out the door. "Here..."

Jim tossed Sherlock a box containing a needle and some heroin before locking the door behind him, trapping Sherlock in the small room.

He started to cry and curled up in a corner away from the heroine. He refused to have any. Nothing happened for an entire day. Sebastian came in every twelve hours or so to give him food and water. A day later he still hadn't used the heroine when he heard Jim come in.

"J-Jim," he whined and stared at the box, "Put the heroine away...I-I don't want it."

He raised an eyebrow, picking up the box and handing it to Sherlock. "Good, it's not for you. It's for John. Go, give it to him." Jim said with a commanding tone. He turned and nodded to the door.

"No...please," he begged, "I'll take it. Don't make me hurt John," he said and started to cry.

Jim rolled his eyes and looked over as Sebastian entered the room, holding an unconscious John.

John was limp in his grasp and was blindfolded. Sebastian dropped him next to Sherlock.

"Ugh...S-Sherlock..." John groaned quietly as he began to come to.

Sherlock began to cry as he crawled over to John and hugged him tightly, "I-I'm sorry John," he whispered.

"It's o-okay. I love you"

John coughed and leaned onto Sherlock. His hands were tied in front of his chest and he was still blindfolded, but still wanting to hug his boyfriend, he lifted his arms and slipped Sherlock's head in between his shoulders.

Sherlock snuggled up close to him and sighed. He looked at the heroine and without thinking he tied the string to his arm and injected it, "There...John doesn't need it. He's better than it."

"Yes, whatever..." Jim rolled his eyes again. He looked at Sebastian and laughed, before turning back to Sherlock. "It's not heroin you know. Enjoy the effects of the poison. You'll probably die unless you can make it to hospital in under 3 hours. Good luck, you'll need it." he said maliciously, locking the door behind him and Sebastian as they left.

Sherlock began to cry and once they were gone he untied John and took off the blindfold, "I'm sorry John," he said and sobbed, "I hate him...I hate Mycroft, and I hate my parents. I just hope they'll be happy without me now."

"Don't be sorry" he said as he rubbed his sore wrists. "Come on we need to get you to hospital." He rose shakily to his feet and headed toward the locked door.

"No point...we can't get out," he said and curled up in the corner, "I'm going to die."

"No you are not!" John yelled as he crashed into the door, trying to force his way through.

Sherlock whimpered and shut John out. He curled up and ignored John an hour later he groaned as he found his phone under Jim's chair. The screen was smashed but he could still use it.

Has Jim let father go yet? SH

Yes. Thank you, Sherlock. Whatever you did convinced him. Dad says he loves you for what you did... MH

Good. I'm happy I could have known he loved me. I don't think I'm going to come home Mycroft. I'm sorry. I hope you all forgive me now for being born. SH

I do forgive you. Robert would have wanted me to. Why aren't you coming home? MH

John had abandoned the door and began searching around the room for a way out. He refused to give up on Sherlock.

Let's just say it's part of mine and Jim's agreement to let father leave. I'll miss you all so much. I hope Robert's happy wherever he is now. SH

Okay. Goodbye Sherlock. I feel affection towards you...MH

He was about to admit why he really couldn't come home but then the phone ran out of power. He threw it away and got up. He didn't mind dying but he didn't want to put John threw that. So he took John's hand and sighed, "Stand in the middle of the room and let me climb onto your shoulders. I want to look at the ceiling."

"Alright." John hosted Sherlock up as the boy examined. "Thank you..." he whispered.

Sherlock said nothing. He smelled it and tried to move it but the panels were stuck in place. "We're by the water...probably the Thames. Which means the ground won't be as hard as I'd expected," he mumbled and climbed off of John.

He went to Jim's desk and took his paperweight. It was encrusted with diamonds and he started tapping the walls with it. He decided the one at the back was the least thick so he got on his knees and used the diamonds on the paperweight to start to dig just under the wall.

John nodded silently. He sat beside Sherlock and moved the rubble away, allowing the brunette more room to dig. An hour later there was enough room for them both to climb out. Sherlock went first and then helped John through. The room they'd gone into was large but it had one window at the back that was high up.

"Get on my shoulders and go through...I'm not strong enough to pull myself up."

"Alright."

He quickly punched out the frame of the window. The frame was made of wood that was waterlogged so it was easy to move. Sherlock was right they were by the water. John could see the Thames as he pulled himself up and threw. The blonde turned and held out his hand for Sherlock.

Sherlock shook his head, "The poison's settling in. I'll only slow you down, we only have twenty minutes left," he said and frowned, "Run and get help."

"I won't leave you." he muttered as he reached down and pulled Sherlock up and out the window.

He strained at the weight, he wasn't used to lifting since he left the army but he managed to get Sherlock out. John held him in his arms and began to run toward the main road. As they got onto the main road Sherlock started to have some trouble breathing.

"John...it hurts. My heart feels like it's going to explode and collapse all at the same time."

"It's going to be okay...it'll be okay" he began to repeat.

It was more for him than Sherlock. He couldn't bear the thought of actually losing him. John ran down the road. He paused when he saw a taxi coming up behind him and jumped in front of it, causing the driver to slam on the breaks. He jumped in yelling at the driver to take them to Saint Bart's. Sherlock started to cough up blood and just as they got to the hospital he passed out in John's arms.

The doctor in John took over and he began barking orders at the hospital staff. The rushed Sherlock into the ER and left John standing outside the doors with tears in his eyes and blood on his shirt. An hour later the doctor had come out to John.

"He barely made it through...he'll have to be in the intensive care unit for the next night and then stay another day to make sure he's alright. It was a very close call and we had to resuscitate him three times. He'll have to come in every month to make sure his heart is still strong."

He nodded and sat down on the ground. John was so relieved that he couldn't think straight. "When can I see him?" he asked.

"You can go in now," he said and showed John to Sherlock's room.

He was lying in bed sleeping. There were tubes up his nose that were filled with oxygen to help him breath. The doctor turned and shut the door, leaving John alone with Sherlock. He sat in the chair that was next to his bed and looked at him solemnly. Sherlock looked too young, too weak, too helpless. John held his hand.

"I love you" he whispered, not caring if Sherlock could hear him or not.

Sherlock slept for several hours before his eyes opened, "Robert...don't leave please," he begged as if he was in a dream, "Come back," he said and started to cry as if he was a toddler.

John whipped the tears from Sherlock's eyes. "Shhh, it's okay. Sherlock, it's me John. I'm here." he whispered gently, giving Sherlock's hand a small squeeze.

He glared at John and looked scared, "Who are you?"