Heads up, loads of dialogue here…
"The nanobots have to be injected into somebody who is young, somebody who is still growing in order for the mutagen to take the desired effect." Sherlock explained, "Unfortunately a child is weak and they discovered that they can have one of three reactions."
"And those reactions are?" John asked.
"First there is the least likely, the child's brain will accept the nanobots completely and allow the brain to mutate to be able to control them to a precise and powerful degree. That is an Alpha."
"Secondly, the body will accept the nanobots to a lesser degree, but accept none the less. They host body will then be able to take control of certain aspects of the bots including replication and repair. That's an Omega."
"And the third option?" John asked after Sherlock stopped. He had a funny feeling that he already knew the answer from the grim look on Sherlock's face.
"Third is the most common, they die." He shrugged, "The body tries to fight the bots like they would normal germs resulting in the bots fighting back, effectively tearing the body apart from the inside out. It's a slow, painful death."
"How common?" John asked shakily, "How often did that happen?"
"Around 90% of the time." Sherlock said without remorse.
John swore. He tried to think back, remember anything he could about this life, once again he was faced with his fake memories but he could sense that his real life was still there. It was just locked away.
"Any child who managed to survive the first stage was experimented on further and eventually trained." Sherlock continued, "At first they were only interested in Alpha's like me, we have genius level IQ's and our control over the nanobots made us a formidable enemy."
"With lightning shooting out of your hands, of course you were." John grinned, he didn't know why it made him grin, it shouldn't of.
"However, in order to create our intellect certain area of the brain were shut down to a degree, including emotions." Sherlock continued, "You are aware that a child creates its morals and virtues at a young age, yes? Well because of this emotional hold back they essentially created a sociopathic monster, once the child got old enough it stopped following orders and just caused havoc. That's where the Omegas come in."
"The Omegas are still smarter than your normal human but not at Alpha level. Their emotions are intact. It didn't take them long to realise an Alpha needed an Omega as a moral compass as well as a healer."
"Healer?" John questioned.
"Omegas can repair and replicate nanobots, while your powers are not as powerful nor as extensive as mine, yours take less energy." Sherlock pointed out, "Alpha's needed help from Omega's to heal and to protect one another."
"So I was your doctor, ironic." John raised an eyebrow.
"You were also my friend, still are." Sherlock said seriously.
John was about to ask more when the lift opened to reveal Lestrade, he looked around with the same awe John had a few minutes ago. The inspector grinned and began to tell the pair all the information Sherlock had relayed just seconds before, they pretended to listen intently as if it was the first time they'd even heard of such terrible things before getting in the lift to return to the computer lab.
"Anderson's managed to free a few video files," The inspector continued, "We think they are of the experimented children, they are labelled TRAINING SESSION along with dates."
Sherlock's eyes met John's; the doctor could tell what he was thinking. They were probably on those tapes. If Sherlock felt like informing their oblivious inspector he didn't make it obvious, he stayed silent. John was surprised Lestarde hadn't said anything about his unusual quiet today.
"Sir! The first video is loaded!" Anderson reported clicking the link to start the clip.
John wasn't sure if he was relieved when two children who obvious were not Sherlock or himself appeared. A dark haired girl and tall boy fought with a number of strange robots, training bots according to the video. Eyes widened as the boy shot a stream of blue lighting from his hand the first time, hair blazing white. Anderson's almost popped out of his skull when the girl moved with speed that was certainly not humanly possible, her hair an unnatural goldy colour to match her blazing eyes.
"Mycroft." Sherlock whispered in John's ear, indicating to the boy.
"Really?" John gaped.
"And his Omega, Athena." Sherlock confirmed, "Judging by his age, we wouldn't have even been given our first dosage yet."
They watched Mycroft and Athena for a while longer before the MET ended the clip and began talking hurriedly.
"Come on next clip!" One of the tech's insisted
"Do that one!" Another insisted pointing to one labelled, TRAINING SESSION/HEALING SJ.
"SJ?" John swallowed and glanced at the detective. Sherlock nodded.
"Sherlock, John."
"Oh boy…"
Anderson pressed play.
A tall, black haired boy with grey eyes was facing the camera; beside him was a shorter child with dirty blonde hair. They couldn't be older than nine.
Sherlock and John.
They nodded at one another as the training bots circled.
"Vatican Cameos?" Said the blonde
"Vatican Cameos." Young Sherlock nodded.
The boy sprung into action, Sherlock released a large blue bolt that took down several bots at once. Sparks flew up his arms making his eyes and hair seem even paler than before. John had jumped onto the closest robots shoulder and yanked the head off with strength that was not humanly possible and continued onto the next within the same second time limit. This continued for some time, the two boys fighting in perfect sync, fighting but always ready to jump to the others defence if necessary.
"Alright boys we're turning it up!" Came a female voice.
Sherlock tensed and the bots raised their arms, which were now cannons. Blasts of energy reverbed around the room while the boys dodged with a variety of impressive gymnastics moves. Sherlock taking out the bots with a burst of electricity while John drew their fire. It worked well for a while until one of the bots wasn't fooled and turned on the white haired boy.
Sherlock gave a small pained cry as the blast knocked him against the wall.
"Sherlock!" John cried.
A robotic voice echoed the words "SIMULATION TERMINATED" for a few seconds before the bots seemed to turn off and John made his way to Sherlock who was, by some miracle, pulling himself into the siting position despite his smoking chest.
"I'm fi-"
"Shut up and let me work." Sighed John holding out his palms, he sounded tired, as if this was not a rare occurance.
A perfect glowing silver hoop shape formed in each palm, a strange contrast to the gold of John's eyes and hair. Sherlock hissed as John moved the circled over his damaged chest.
"Stay still, or would you prefer you had a nice scar to remember this by?" John teased as he got to work, "And for goodness sakes power down you don't need it now, you're just going to give yourself a headache."
Somewhat reluctantly Sherlock's eyes and hair returned to their normal colour, he winced as he did so.
"Told you." John sighed, removing his hands to reveal perfectly smooth pale skin where terrible burns had been only a few minutes ago, "Now let me work on your head and don't fight you know I'll win."
Sherlock huffed but it soon turned to a sigh of relief when John placed each palm and silver circle against the taller boys temples.
"Why on earth did you have your data vision on?" John scolded, "You didn't need it, this was offence training."
"I was studying for weak points John." He argued.
"Well all you've done is set your self up for a migraine," John sighed "Come on, once we get back to our room I'll put you to sleep so you can miss being conscious through most of it."
The clip went black.
Unlike the first clip there was nothing but silence after this one, followed by all eyes slowly making their way to the two men who were just seen on the clip.
"Small world, huh?" John joked weakly.
Sorry that this chapter was a bit full on in ways of dialogue but I had to get some of John's powers out there.
Coming Soon: Some horrific truths about John and Sherlock's past are discussed and we get closer to seeing the mysterious bottom floor of The Facility and what is waiting down there…
