Through the Haze

Black-Angel-001: a little bit of sherlock in my life, dealing with john gone from his side, a little bit of mycroft's what we need, but really isn't who he wants to see...if you sing that to mambo number five, it makes sense lol XD

Through the Haze

If it weren't for the fact that in was completely impossible, one would think that John watson had simply vanished from the face of the planet. Despite the impossibleness, that was how it seemed. Ever since being taken from a crowded street with undercover officers and agents watching him, there had been no trace of the good doctor for almost a month now.

At first, Sherlock had gone into a frenzy of activity, demanding to speak with the undercovers, review the CCTV footage, and going to the spot where John had been taken from. It all revealed nothing. Witness reports were no help, as they varied so much so if a pattern were to be established there then it wouldn't much matter now; the men who took John were more than likely dead by now. When three hours had passed with no lead, Sherlock had deflated, laying on his couch and staring at the celing. He didn't respond to inquiries from Lestrade, Mrs. Hudson, or Mycroft; he'd tuned everyone out. Then, the next afternoon, he'd taken a shuddering breath, sat up, and continued the search, a bit more subdued in his energy but with the same focus.

As the weeks passed and there continued to be no sign or lead, Sherlock's health deteriorated slowly. He ate little and slept less, and ignored all other cases except John's. He lost weight he couldn't afford to loose, causing his clothing to fit badly, and developed deep purple splotches under his eyes, making his pale face look even paler. Finally, Mycroft took matters into his own hands.

He drugged Sherlock.

It was a drastic, desperate move and one that Sherlock would not thank him for. However, his little brother desperately needed the rest, however he could get it. The food would be another battle, one that he would let Mrs. Hudson take over. Sherlock remained asleep for the rest of the day and well into the next. By the time evening rolled around, he was up and glaring furiously at Mycroft, who had stayed to watch over him.

"It was for your own good," Mycroft said blandly as he watched Sherlock pace the sitting room of his flat.

"Of course," Sherlock said snidely. "You should not interfere Mycroft! Do not again!"

"You cannot be helpful to John in this state. If you continue to refuse to take care of yourself, I will have you hospitialized."

"I will not leve it alone, Mycroft, even from a hospital bed," yelled Sherlock. "I will have John's body!"

Mycroft fell still and silent. "Pardon?"

Much more calmly, Sherlock said, "I will find John's body, Mycroft. I will bring him back and give him the dignity he deserves in that, at least."

"Sherlock-"

"He's killed himself, Mycroft. Rather than go through Moriarty's torture again, John..." Sherlock turned away quickly and stood staring out the window.

"He may not have. Sherlock, did you consider that Moriarty may have thought John would do that, and taken measures against it?" Sherlock turned to consider his brother, grey eyes bright with what the elder Holmes dared to call hope. "John could be alive still." Mycroft stood. "So, you need to get yourself together, take care of yourself," he emphasized, "and find him. You will find him, Sherlock, of that there is no doubt."

Mycroft didn't mention the only doubt would be about the state John would be in.

Black-Angel-001: some slight filler here, to update us on sherlock. back to john next chapter!