Own Nothing.

Fourteen:

Sherlock and John sat in their living room, trying to think, they only had so much time left before Hermione would die. They heard footsteps up the stairs, glancing it was just Mrs. Hudson coming into the room. "Yes, Mrs. Hudson?" Sherlock asked, his voice annoyed by the interruption.

"Sherlock, dear have you or John been going down to the Lower room?"

"The basement?" John asked, it's where they had found Carl's shoes during the game Moriarty and Sherlock were playing.

"Yes, I've been hearing voices down there, but every time I go outside, to see if the door was open it was locked."Mrs. Hudson had a worried face. "It is very curious."

"Yes, yes Mrs. hudson it is weird. No we've haven't been down there." Sherlock supplied. There was a ding from his phone, not a call, but a text message. Sherlock looked at the number, it was blocked. Opening the message it was the fire place from downstairs. "But some one has." He looked up at John. "I know where she is. Mrs. Hudson, we need the key."

"It's missing Sherlock, that's why I thought you had it." She stated, as both the men ran out the room and down the stairs. They ran to the basement flat's door, it was unlocked.

Sherlock barged into the door, him and John running down the stairs, two at a time, their hearts beating in their chest as they made it to the ground floor. There she was, on her side, shivering. "Hermione!" John shouted, running to her side, laying her on her back. "Hermione can you hear me?" He asked, tears falling down her face.

"Antidote." She whispered, her eyes opening. "He said, there.." Se coughed, her chest heavy. "There's a antidote."

Hearing this, Sherlock looked around as John called an ambulance, giving them the street address and thet they were in the basement. "Hurry!" He shouted, as he held Hermione. Sherlock came over, after taking the small glass bottle from the window sill and kneeled beside them.

"Is this the antidote?" He asked, already opening it, tipping it gently into her mouth as John held up upright. They waited as the ambulance and medics came rushing downstairs, sirens going off outside. They took her and laid her on the gurny, as her breathing leveled out, the coughing gone. Sherlock and John followed the ambulance in a taxi, rushing to the hospital, waiting outside in the waiting area.

Sherlock sat in a chair as John paced, waiting for the doctor to come out, jumping each time someone came through the doors. Finally after two hours, a doctor came through. "Hermione Granger's family?" He asked, looking at the clipboard.

"That's us." John replied, stepping forward, Sherlock standing behind him. The doctor glanced at them before looking back down at the notes.

"She was giving some sort of sedative, it's not on any kind of market, she said that some man said it was a experimental drug. It was a gas?"

"Dear god." John's face paled. "Is she going to be okay?"

The doctor sighed, frowning. "Here's the thing, she said a coupling of things, as we tried to figure out what was wrong, then suddenly she jsut went quiet, cationic. She couldn't say anything else, her eyes didn't dilate when we checked her with a light and her pulse is normal. She's in recovery now, but I think her body went into shock and she's in some sort of coma."

"You think?" Sherlock asked.

"She isn't responsive to anything."

"She relapsed." John whispered, tears falling down his cheeks. "She was kidnapped when she was younger, as a teenager, then again as a prisoner of war when we were in the army together. Each time afterwards she would shut down. It's her coping, she does it when her body has been through to much."

The doctor sighed. "Well if you say so. You can see her now." He gave them the room number and they walked past the double doors. John was in deep distress, he didn't even acknowledge Sarah as she waved. Sherlock gave her a nod as they continued down the hall. They came to a stop at a room, walking in to see Hermione hooked up to a breathing machine, a heart monitor and IV's.

"Oh god, Hermione." John ran to her side, grabbing her hand. "I'm so sorry." He squeezed her hand, using his other to cup her cheek ."Of all the people in the world, she doesn't deserve this, she was to broken already."

"Knock, knock." They turned to see Moriarty walking into the room, closing the door behind him, "Why so gloomy?"

"Shut it, you Bastard." John growled.

"Ooh, Johnny boy has a bite. What? You don't like me picking on dear little Hermione?" He smirked. "Did the antidote not work? No? Well it's still in testing just like the drug."

"Why her? Why choose her Moriarty?" Sherlock asked, glaring at the man in front of him.

"It's one thing if I hurt you Sherlock Holmes. I can hurt the good Doctor there." He glanced at John. "But that would make you fight more, so let's say, if I break his spirit, crush him with Miss. Granger there. If she is dead, then we wont have the strength to go on."

"It'll make me want to fight harder to have you caught." John glared at him.

"Really? Because she will never wake again, because if she does, the counting will continue, she was about to say two before she closed herself off, smart girl."

"What happens if she reached one?" Sherlock asked.

"The best thing about this drug, is that it isn't really a gas, it's millions of tiny little anti-bodies and they only attack who they were program to. And i had picked her for a test subject, normally they die within a few days, but she almost made it pass ten. Smart girl."

"What happens?" John asked.

"Well, if you must really know, when she finishes the count down, they explode, attacking all the main organs and just ignite. It's like a body going off inside of you. The antidote is suppose to stop it, but we haven't really figure out how." He opened the door. "If she knows whats good for her, she will never wake again." He left, closing the door behind him as Sherlock and John stood there in shock.

"He's won, he's finally won Sherlock." John fell to his knees holding Hermione's hand, shaking.

"I'm so sorry John. I truly am." He grabbed Hermione's other hand, holding it close. "We will find a way, we will."

The end...so sad isn't it? I really didn't know where I was going with this when I started, still dont why I made the endign sad, but it was one of those stories where I just typed and it made sense after rereading it. I was just in the zone and didn't know where it was going until it was down. On the original document, this is one really really long one-shot, that I just cut up to smaller chapters for fun.

I hope you enjoyed it, loved writing it.

Kit