'How, how did she die?" asked Sherlock.
"I was fond of her and took her with me on my travels. When I returned her she married Ben and I left her to her happily ever after. An enemy of mine found her and killed her. He , of course, had to let me know. There was nothing I could do." said the doctor. Sherlock and John could see the guilt was heavy on the man'ss heart as he spoke.
"So how am I him?" asked Sherlock coldly.
"They are your counterparts in a way. That is Ben's reality and why you are fictional to him." said the doctor watching close for his reaction.
Sherlock looked to John. His friend sharing his disbelief. "And Julie?" he asked.
"As I said, counterparts.." said the doctor. "He is a writer and actor. He brought your reality to life and I'm afraid he can end it.."
"So you took Elise from here to mend Ben's heart?" said Sherlock.
"I took her to keep her safe, and yes, to try to mend Ben's broken heart. And somewhat mine." said the doctor. "The hurt was too much. I realized my mistake and I've been trying to right it ever since. I'm sorry."
John watched Sherlock carefully knowing his deduction was correct as usual. He was unsure what actions would be brought to the doctor. Within seconds Sherlock had the gun pointed at the doctor. "I have a notion to shoot you in both your hearts." he said calmly yet the anger quite apparent.
"Sherlock, don't. What good will it do?" said John.
"None, although it will make me feel better for a moment." said Sherlock.
"Sherlock, put it down." urged John. "The important thing Elise is back. The poor man in the next room has been through enough, as have we all.". Sherlock looked over his shoulder at John. His eyes clearly pleaded with his friend to stop. He handed the gun to John. "I need to see Elise."
"Give her time." said the doctor.
Sherlock slowly turned fo the doctor. He glared at him not wanting to waste his breath.
"She needs time." insisted the doctor.
"She wouldn't need time if you hadn't stolen her from me!" exclaimed Sherlock.
"Sherlock." said John.
"What?" said Sherlock turning to him clearly annoyed.
"He's gone." said John motioning to the two way mirror. Looking into through the glass Sherlock saw the room empty. John and Sherlock headed to the door. The doctor stood in their path. "She needs time."
"If you want to help her, get us back to Baker Street now." said Sherlock glaring at the doctor.
Elise sat on the bed holding the photo of her wedding day. The doctor had told her everything. This was all his fault. He said he was only trying to help. He explained Ben and Julie were friends of his. Sherlock was Ben's alter ego in a sense. It didn't matter. The good thing that came of it was she knew where home was. It was here. She just wanted the memories back as her own.
"Welcome home, Elise." came a voice behind her. As she turned to look a cloth pressed tightly against her mouth and nose. She struggled and managed to bite the hand through the cloth. She fell dizzy to the floor. She tried to shake it off but her attacker came forward. She heard a struggle and blinked furiously to focus. Two men before her fighting. She scooted herself to the window but had no energy to open it. The one man finally overpowering the other. He approached her. She could not see either man well, her vision was fuzzy. He knelt in front of her. "You're ok." said the man. She shook her head, "No." was all she could say as she felt faint. Her last thoughts were the recognition of the man before her. The man Sherlock and Mycroft said was not safe. James Moriarty.