Sherlock woke up to find his hands clamped onto the arms of the chair on which he was sitting on.
He couldn't remember much about the journey to the dark room he was in.
All he could remember was that he had fallen over head first in the van and was knocked out.
"Finally woken up dear brother" Mycrofts' voice came from the dark room.
"Mycroft? What are you doing here? Are you behind these things taking me.."
Sherlock was cut off when the lights came flickering on to show Mycroft sitting in a chair opposite him, also with his hands clamped onto the arms.
"As you can see, no, I am not behind the Cybermen entering your home and bringing you here. Yes I know there name, you have been out for quite some time we had a little chat" Mycroft said. "Moving on how's Hamish? I haven't seen him for weeks"
"Fine. I didn't think you cared"
Sherlock didn't let Mycroft see Hamish much, though Mycroft didn't find much time to leave his work to visit them anyway.
"He is my nephew Sherlock. I worry about you three, constantly"
A figure came through the door on the right.
"Worrying is a weakness. Emotions are a weakness. We will remove all Emotions. You will become like us" said the Cyberman.
"And why would we let you do that?!" Sherlock said, determined to find out why he and his brother had been brought here.
"Sherlock... Don't anger them..." Mycroft sounded worried, even scared.
"Why was Mycroft scared?" Sherlock asked himself.
"You will become like us. You will be upgraded. Do not try and resist. Otherwise we will harm them."
Two recordings came up on a screen. One of a sleeping Hamish and one of a worried John.
"John! Hamish!" Sherlocks' voice shuck. "Don't. Touch. Them. They haven't done anything. P-Please"
Sherlock head was low and he was starring at the floor. Tear by tear a small puddle started to form at his feet. He hasn't cried for years and Mycroft was shocked to see him in this state.
"Please. Don't. Hurt. Them. They're two of the best things that have happen in my life and..." His voice growing slightly. "And I'm not prepared for you to take them away from me!"
Over the past few years Sherlock had let emotion take over his body every once and a while, sometimes he let it and he was happy about it but other times he couldn't control his emotions and they left him in a nervous wreck though and he was now use to this happening.
"Sadness is an emotion. We will rid you of this pain"
Mycroft felt like it was time for them to know what the Cybermen would do to them.
"And what is this upgrading proses you're plan on doing to us?" He asked still keeping an eye on his brother.
"You will become like us" the Cyberman repeated.
"Yes you keep saying that but what does it mean?"
"Isn't it obvious" came Sherlocks' voice. It was still broken slightly and he still hid his face. "We will become like them. Emotionless. A metal man with a human brain. A bit like how we use to be before I met John and you that new boyfriend of yours. I still haven't met him yet, or have I? I'm sure I've worked out who he is seeing as..."
"Sherlock enough! It is neither the time or the place for that." Mycroft said with a disproving glance to Sherlock. "But why us? Why not any other human? There's plenty out there!"
"We need a new leader. You two will be the new Cyber-Leaders. You will become like us" answered the Cyberman.
Silence spread across the room. Mycroft was studying the Cyberman trying to figure out what would happen next. Sherlock still hung his head low whilst the puddle of tears at his feet gradually became bigger. He was now worrying about Hamish and he hoped that The Doctor and John would keep him safe and maybe have a plan to stop the Cybermen.
Before he had time to think anymore the clamps on his hands were removed and he and Mycroft were ushered out of the room.
"Where are you taking us?" Mycroft asked.
"Oh I would say that's terribly obviously as well , isn't is? Even by your standards of deduction"
Sherlock was now standing straight and looking his usual self like nothing had happened earlier, besides the fact that his eyes were red.
"Please Sherlock, could you act a little more seriously! We have been taken hostage by another race and we have a high chance of dying. So for goodness sake... Act your age!"
Sherlock smirked at this and Mycroft gave him a look of disgust. Then the Cyberman in front of them stopped suddenly and moved to the side making the brothers stubble over each other, falling on the floor where the Cyberman had stood.
The Cyberman behind them grabbed the both of them on the shoulder and pulled them up.
As they straightened themselves up a door slid open in front of them. Behind it was a large room with a machine in the centre. Attached to it were what looked like two Cybermen suit opened up.
"Ah, so what have we got here?" Sherlock asked curiously clapping his hands together.
A/N- What do you think? Emotional Sherlock!
Was it a good idea or not?
