Ok everyone, here is the next chapter. I will warn you in advance that there is probably some more editing I can do to it, but I decided that I would just post it anyways... haha. Probably not the best thing I've done, but whatever lol.
CHAPTER 6- Sherlock's POV
I paced the waiting room restlessly. I wasn't allowed to go back yet, and John still hadn't arrived. I glanced back at the doors, trying to force myself not to worry but finding that hard to do. After this attack, it seemed like no one was safe, and I knew they were after John and me.
A wave of relief rushed over me when I saw him walk through the doors and make his way over to me.
Neither of us said anything, me too worried and John angry. There wasn't very much to say anyways, until he looked around and a small, humorous smile appeared on his face.
"Isn't this familiar," he said softly, and I eyed him briefly.
"You mean when you were injured or I overdosed?"
He was silent for a moment, "both, I suppose."
Silence fell between us again, until a doctor walked through the doors and over to us.
"Mr. Holmes is asleep, but you can come in now."
We both breathed out a sigh of relief at that, and quickly followed the Doctor back, and I couldn't help but notice that it happened to be the same room that John was in all that time ago.
The Doctor gave us a small smile, "I'll leave you two alone now," she said softly before walking out and closing the door gently behind her.
The only sound after that was the steady beeping from the heart monitor, me taking the seat by Mycroft's bed and John leaning against the wall even though there was a chair only a few feet away, as if he was keeping guard.
It seemed like a few seconds when another doctor entered, though it was probably closer to a hour.
"Mr. Holmes? Can I speak with you?" he questioned, and I noticed him holding a chart in his hand that was no doubt about my brother.
I nodded and stood, making a motion for John to follow.
"Alone," he added, glancing to John. I glanced to John, who had stiffened and was now carefully eyeing the doctor.
I sighed and turned back to the doctor and nodded, "alright," I agreed, following him out and shutting the door behind me.
I noticed a nurse walking towards us but I ignored him, instead focusing on the doctor.
"So? What is it?" I asked impatiently, already eager to get back to my brother.
The doctor smiled, which make me slightly uneasy. Why was he smiling? Because it wasn't the 'good news, your brother is fine!' smile. It was more of a... predatory smile, almost.
"That was easier than I expected," he commented.
I eyed him warily, even more cautious now. "What do you mean?"
He pouted, "you mean you don't recognize me? I'm wounded!"
Suddenly I felt someone grab me from behind and shove something into my face before I could react. I struggled, but I could already feel myself starting to slip off due to whatever drug they had put on it.
"I'll see you later, Sherlock," he said, and shortly afterwards I passed out.
*****Mycroft's POV
Slowly I felt myself waking up, and the first thing I felt was pain.
My head felt like someone was pounding on it with a hammer from the inside, and my whole body ached.
I heard beeping, and for a moment panic swelled up in me. Where was I? There was nothing that beeped in 221B. But then I remembered that John had talked me to coming to the hospital.
Slowly I opened my eyes one at a time, and glancing to the side I saw John leaning against the wall, eyes closed, and I breathed out a sigh of relief.
He must have heard it, because immediately afterwards his eyes flew open and locked onto my face.
He quickly walked over, a relieved look on his face.
"How are you feeling?"
I raised a eyebrow, "take a guess," I replied.
He grinned a little at that, "so not too good, I assume."
"Not at all."
He shrugged, "at least they didn't try that drug on you. I would have taken a beating any day over that drug," and it suddenly confused and amazed me how casually he spoke of that time.
But, carefully watching his face, I realized it was a act. It was his shield. The wounds were still as fresh as if he was rescued yesterday.
Glancing around, I noticed someone was missing.
"Where's Sherlock?" I had thought he would be here. I honestly couldn't think of a reason for why he wouldn't be here.
"Some doctor wanted to talk to him alone, so they went outside. But, now that I think about it, he should have been back by now," John replied, a slightly troubled look on his face.
My eyes widened.
"Oh no," I breathed.
"What? What happened Mycroft? What's going on?"
I could hear the panic creeping into his voice and expression, and wished that what I had to say wouldn't add to it.
"I overheard them talking once, when they thought I couldn't hear. I guess I was being used as a warning for the both of you. I only heard bits and pieces, but from what I heard they were going to get Sherlock. They said something about 'seeing what it took to get him to scream', if I heard correctly. But they could have been talking about me or you as well."
I could see the panic quickly giving way to anger, and that made me nervous.
I knew that John was safe, that John wouldn't hurt me. But when you see someone torturing you and they're happy, its understandable to get nervous when someone looks angry.
John noticed, and I could see the guilt in his expression.
"I'm sorry," he apologized. I shook my head, "don't be. You weren't the one who did this," I replied.
It was silent for a moment as John thought until he stood up and starting pacing.
"I need to find him. But there's no data. No clues," he said, running his fingers through his hair.
"Well, you were a tracker, John," I pointer out, and he looked at me, a bit of confusion in his expression.
"After the Fall, remember? You went undercover, tracked down the Web, sometimes with only one piece of information to go on. If anyone can do it, I'm sure you can," He nodded, and took a few deep breathes, eyes closed in concentration.
He growled a bit in frustration a few minutes later, and I was glad he didn't notice me wince at the noise before he opened his eyes again.
"At least before I actually had something to go on," he said, his voice sounding almost defeated as he sat down.
I sighed, "I'm sure you'll find something," I said as I closed my eyes and relaxed. All of this has worn me out (as if I had much energy in the first place), but I tensed as I heard John stand up.
"Where are you going?"
"Just to stand over here," he said, and I'm sure he meant his previous position before I woke up, leaning against the wall.
I couldn't imagine how that could be comfortable, or figure out why he stood there, but I didn't really care that much as long as he stayed.
I honestly hated how needy that this made me, but I didn't have a choice in it.
The 'ice man' was just a wall, because emotions meant being vulnerable to everything. It meant having a weakness. But so did being the ice man, because that meant people wanted to break you.
But right now, I was too tired to care. All I knew for sure was three things. John wouldn't leave, I would eventually get out of this stupid hospital, and we would find Sherlock. And right now, that was enough.
Of course, I forced myself to push away the reminder that they wanted John too. I wasn't ready to think of that yet.
Alright, so I'm afraid I made Mycroft a bit more... feely. Lol. But I think that is what would happen anyways, because if you were like Mycroft, and you got tortured, how much of a 'ice man' would you be afterwards? Lol. Of course, he will get a little better at being a bit more like the old him when he recovers more. But he was just tortured like the day before, and so. You know. But I admit I have editing to do, so if its a bit OOC and just has some work bear with me please. I promise that it will get a little better. I think I will have a couple week break, just so you all know. So then I will get a few chapters written and edited. So it will be more polished up before I let you guys read it :).
Sorry again if it was awful and a bit OOC/touchy-feely for Mycroft.
Love, cunning bird~ 3
