Hey, I'm probably in over my head, but I'm writing two fan fictions at the same time. I'm gonna try to update every other day, but I am busy this summer so I don't think it will last. Well anyway thanks to all my followers/favoriters/reviewers I read the reviews and I am so inspired. I don't own Sherlock. Thanks for reading.

An Eye for an Eye 11

John

Moriarty leaves. I try to break the pole to get to Greg, but as I do that a key is slid under the door to me. I bring it closer with my foot. I unlock myself and rush to Greg. I use the remote to unlock the metal straps and I stand him up. We walk over to the door I ask for clearance. It is approved, so I half drag him down to the medical ward. There are a few nurse, prisoners like me. I ask two of them to get him started on an IV and to get him prepped for stitches. Then I sit down and wait. I need to rest, but Greg needs help first.

The nurse tells me he's ready and I go.

Lestrade

I hear John rattling around, and then he's pulling me through a hallway. I am laid down and then I feel morphine pumping through my body. I go into blissful nothing.

Sherlock

I have regained consciousness, but everything is still groggy, and my vision is impaired. I can tell I am no longer in the hospital, and then I remember John. There must be a medical ward here, could Moriarty have lied to me. I wasn't in my right mind that couldn't have been John. It's Moriarty for goodness he probably had that person there just to give me paranoia. My vision has cleared. I'm in a room strapped to a table. There is some blood smeared on the ground by a pole. It looks like someone was cuffed to the pole and cut their wrists trying to get away. There is some blood splattered around the room randomly and some pooled on the ground as if it spilled off the table. Oh John is still here, Greg or John made Moriarty mad, most likely Greg, and Greg was tortured here and then John was forced to watch.

John what has he been through all because of me. I try to shift and then I have a searing pain in my side. Oh yeah my ribs, I don't think I'm going anywhere soon. I can't change the past; I can only prevent the future. I decide then I will do anything to save John.

When Moriarty walks in I waste no time in saying, "You said you would let John go. So let him go."

"Now why don't you believe me?"

"First the blood, and I recognize this room."

"Oh Sherlock you are so very observant." Then Moriarty get a text. He pulls out his phone. He reads the text and rolls his eyes and responds, 'Can you do it in here?' A minute later he receives another text. "Well, it looks like you pet wants to look over your ribs. He is so loyal so fast. I guess I will leave you two alone, but I will return."

After a while John came in with a table with medical supplies. He walks over and says,"Hey Sherlock."

I respond, "Hi, John." I look at his wrists and sure enough there are bandages wrapped around both wrists and he has a white bracelet around his wrist.

He asks, "Are there any injuries you are aware of other than your ribs?"

"No, is Greg ok?"

"He," and then it looks like he had a tiny shock.

"Um I'm not allowed to tell you." Then he say to the air, "Moriarty can you remove the straps so I can examine him properly, I doubt he will go anywhere." Then in answer to John's statement, the straps unlock.

John orders, in doctor mode now, "Sit up." He checks my blood pressure. Then he removes my bandages around my ribs and put fresh ones on. He listened to my breathing to make sure I was fine. He was about to give me morphine when then there it is again he jumps a little and stops. He orders me to lie back down and then the straps are locked back in place. He say,"See you later." and leaves.

When Moriarty comes back in I demand, "What are you doing to him?"

"Oh when people have naughty pets they give them shock collars. I'm just training him for you."

"He isn't my pet. He is his own person. I don't own him."

"Oh of course you don't. I do I own both of you." Then without warning he presses a button. I feel an electric current running through me.

When it stops I open my eyes, and ask, "What was that for?"

"You need to learn how to be nice. Jonny was a fast learner, but I think you may need a little more work." Then he presses the button again and I feel it again waves of electricity pulsing through me. This time when it stops I just stay silent.

He says, "Good, now I'm going to go you be a good boy when I'm gone." Then he inserts the morphine and leaves.