Chapter 10

John walked down the halls. He wanted to leave, but he knew that he couldn't just run away without taking Lestrade and Molly with him and Sherlock. They needed to get out of here too. This place was hurting them and it was time for that to end.

"Lovely night isn't it, Doctor?" Mr. Darcie's voice cooed as John turned the corner. John stared at the man that now stood before him. He quickly hid away his anger and greeted his boss with a smile.

"Yes, it is, Sir, I was just going to get a few pain killers for Sherlock," John stated. A smile traced over Mr. Darcie's face.

"How is your patient?" he asked.

"He's been better, but I believe he'll make it through this," John stated, twiddling with his fingers. Darcie's eerie smile was beginning to worry him. "Personally I think his mental health is much better when he's not being shocked to the point of death." Darcie's face hardened.

"John, you must understand that Sherlock is here for a reason and that his mind tricks can be dangerous." John stared at him in confusion.

"Mind tricks?" he asked. Darcie nodded, pulling a file from his coat and saying,

"Yes, I'm afraid so. Sherlock has had ten years to come up with ways of manipulating people into getting what he wants. He's clever, yes, but not invincible. Richard learned that too late I'm afraid." John gritted his teeth. What was he listening to? What proof did he have to accuse Sherlock of being a fake…a lie?

"I have to go," John stated, deciding that he wanted nothing to do with what Darcie said. Before he could take a step however, Darcie's hand stopped him. John looked over his shoulder and listened as Darcie quickly informed,

"Richard had called Sherlock brilliant from the deductions the madman presented and even claimed him of being wrongly accused, but eventually the stories he heard began to seem false. When Richard refused to believe Sherlock any longer he was accused of being some villain known as Moriarty and killed. When you opened that hatch in the storage room and found those destroyed files on him how do you know he didn't plant those there? How could he have even found that hatch without knowing ahead of time? This all would explain why some of our records on him are missing. He took them and used them to fool you."

"How did you know about us finding the hatch?" John hissed, fists shaking at his sides as he listened to Darcie's poison. Darcie simply smirked at John.

"Do you really think we don't keep cameras around in this place?" Darcie asked not too kindly. John bit at his lip, planning his next words carefully.

"How do I not know that you aren't the one telling false stories?" John snapped, pulling away from Darcie. Darcie was silent. He simply just stared into John's eyes, reading him carefully. It made John feel uncomfortable.

"Ask him about his past." John's entire body went rigid. What? What was he implying?

"He doesn't remember and I don't blame him after watching what you do to patients," John hissed, glaring daggers into Darcie.

"Are you positive, John? Have you ever asked how much he really thinks remembers?" John stayed silent. He didn't know what else he could say. He wasn't positive about what Sherlock's life really was. All he knew was that he was a consulting detective. He didn't really know anything more than that. A pain rattled through John's head as his head worked through all these knew thoughts; a horrible shocking pain. He could only react in one way. All he could do was run; run away back to Sherlock and plead that he was right about the madman and Darcie was not.

Darcie cackled as he watched John bolt back to Sherlock's room.

"Good luck getting him to believe in you now, Sherlock. Doubt has been planted in his mind and he shall be your downfall."

Sherlock's dreams were all the same. They were bits and pieces of his real life; a life where Lestrade did work as a DI and a life where Molly did work in a morgue. He saw a life where he had a brother called Mycroft and a loyal flat mate. He knew that the dream was real. He could feel it. Those doctors were all wrong. He was NOT crazy!

Sherlock sat in his flat, dressed in a large coat and scarf. He was typing on his phone just like always and just like always Lestrade stepped through the doorway.

"Hello, Sherlock," Lestrade beamed. Sherlock looked up from his phone and stared straight into Lestrade with his sharp blue eyes.

"What do you want?" he hissed through his teeth. Lestrade grinned at him wildly and sat down into his flat mate's chair.

"You have to tell him you know," Lestrade stated in a slight whisper. "The only way for the both of you to escape is that you both believe." Sherlock chewed at his lip, nervously. He knew that, but was it the right time to do this? If he says the wrong thing he could lose John completely and they both will be stuck in this infernal prison forever. What will he do if John doesn't believe him? Then what will he have? When he had seen John walk through his door he had been so relieved, but then John didn't seem to remember him and Sherlock's world again took another step backward. Lestrade seemed to notice Sherlock's distress and then stated gently, "Sherlock, you trust him and he trusts you. You just need him to listen." Sherlock nodded, getting up from his chair and staring out the window. A crow was sitting on the roof of a neiboring building, staring right into his eyes with it's cold black eyes.

"How do I do that then?" Sherlock said silently to both himself and Lestrade.

"Make him believe," Lestrade stated, before blinking into nothing but specks of dust. The crow from outside flew from the roof of the building it had been sitting on, cawing four times before disapearing into the foggy night. Sherlock looked down at his hands. He could see the heavily bleeding mark on his wrist and countless bruises. He shivered as he thought over Lestrade's words. "Make him believe." Yes, but how? How do you make someone who doesn't even know you believe?

Hmmm...so what do you all think? Will John believe Sherlock or Darcie? Will Sherlock tell John the truth? Let's hear some of your brilliant theories!