Bringing Daylight Back

Chapter 24

He looked to the passenger's seat to find his waiter, who wasn't a waiter at all. John then remembered what the tall blond had said in his ear-

'Hello Johnny, welcome to hell.'

John held in a groan as he nuzzled his head into the leather seat. He wished he had gone back to the booth to be with Sherlock, to be yelled at by his loved one about his stupidity, at least to be hit by him. John had never been dead drunk in his life! John wondered how long he had been out. He debated on asking his captors.

"Why do you want me?"

The blond bloke turned around and gave John a handsome smile.

"Hello Johnnyboy! Good to know you survived the drug. My name is Sebastian; call me Sebby". The blond then turned and whispered to the driver. "We will get something in that small stomach of yours, you must be hungry".

"I am, but I know better than to eat something given to me by my abductors. You do know that they teach you things like this in school, right?"

"Course Johnny! Would it be any better if I got someone else to give the food to you?" Seb was being plain cheeky.

John thought about that for a second, it's just that he wasn't considering the food; he was thinking about the way he would word his retort.

"Sorry to inform you, but that defeats the whole purpose of taking food from a stranger".

"I don't think so", Sebastian said with a wink as he turned around and looked at John through the mirror, smiling to himself.

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Back in Eton, Sherlock was absolutely fuming with anger. He had managed to give Greg a strong punch across his face, but was talked by Greg right after.

Outside the pub, Mycroft was giving Sherlock death glare and secretly thinking about revenge. Greg was sitting in the car that Mycroft was currently leaning on. Sherlock blamed Greg for John's kidnapping.

Greg himself felt guilty, knowing that the 'waiter' was attracted to John. He just didn't know what was happening to John because of his mess-up. He was told off by Sherlock, who was using very 'colorful' language. Mycroft tried to punch Sherlock because of the new bruise forming on Greg's cheek. Greg stopped Myc from hurting Sherlock; he truly deserved it.

This was his fault.

Greg overall blamed Sherlock though. Sherlock was the main reason that John and Greg met at the bar in the first place. Sherlock was the one who ruined John Watson; Greg just pushed him in an all new state of affairs.

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Jim had officially lost track of John for 79 hours straight. He didn't know what he was doing, who he was with, if he was safe, or where the heck he was. This scared Jim; that he 'didn't have control'. Jim was about to send a text when he heard a ping. He opened the message and paled; his heart stopped.

Longtime no see? I have something of yours. If you would like him back you better bring one million quid, or he gets the boot. He's a pretty bird; I wouldn't mind making him like me. I'm sure that you can deduce where I want to meet, so gather there. -SM

James thought long and hard about his past relationship with Sebastian. They were pitch-perfect for each other. But Seb ended it with the excuse, saying that Jim was being overly possessive. Moran was more than his boyfriend; he was his old body guard. Sebastian must have known that Jim wanted John, so he took him.

Don't do anything you would regret Seb. I know of your attraction to John. Don't act upon it. Why did you bring John into this? Oh Sebby, you're getting sloppy. –M

I'm not the one getting sloppy. You're the one who fell in love with an 'ordinary' person. Meet me at midnight. –SM

Sebby, tut tut. Always the dramatic person, give me information on John's current condition. –M

Jimmy, always the obsessive type. Did you change at all? –SM

NOW. –M

Apparently not. John is out cold in the back seat. I gave him an option of food, but the stubborn git wouldn't take it. –SM

He knows better. What has he been up to these past few days? –M

He was sleeping. He was drugged by Rohypnol. I was staging as his waiter and put the drug in his beer. Damn the boy can drink. –SM

I'll see you at midnight, keep him awake. –M

No problem, but if the boy kisses me, I won't stop him. –SM

Jim didn't like the sound of that. James and the rest of the world would die before he even had the chance to kiss John.

Not on Jim's watch.

0oxOOxo0

Sherlock wasn't happy.

He had lost John yet again and he is absolutely powerless. He knows that John's kidnapping has to do with Jim Moriarty, but how?

He was pacing back and forth in his dorm, thinking deeply. The abductor was 'interested' in John from the start, according to Greg. He only had eyes for John, so why take him? They escaped from the back of the brewery; Sherlock thought as he remembered the closely cropped blond hair.

Ex-Military, Sherlock thought.

The man had muscles, and was carrying John with no problems. He is left handed; he opened the door with his left hand.

Unnecessary information

John was unconscious during his abduction, so what happened? He was drugged, not wounded. Common drug used in drinks is called Rohypnol, most likely used by the abductor to have advantage over John. What kind of advantage? Possibly so John won't know where they are going. Why? Because it was common, John would know where he was. Sherlock was deep in thought as a knock came to his door.

Sherlock opened the door with a frown. There stood Cason Finlan with a angry expression on his face.

0oxOOxo0

Mycroft was soothing Gregory, rubbing circles in his back with his hands.

"Gregory, it wasn't your fault. Stop doing this to yourself. We all know that you didn't harm John. Sherlock just wants to blame someone else for his mistake."

"It was my fault, Myc. I left him to go to the restroom alone. I wasn't responsible, and I take blame. Sherlock has every right to want to bash me in the head; I would let him do it too."

"I wouldn't. I love you Greg, and I hate seeing you like this. Sherlock is just being childish and ungrateful. Ignore him." Mycroft moved so he could rest Greg on him lap, but when he tried to move him he stood up.

"I'm not some fragile thing that needs comfort! I will take responsibility for what I have done! If that means that I will get hit on the way; SO BE IT!" Greg roared with anger.

The DI stormed over to the restroom and locked himself in. Mycroft was left staring at the door with a frown. He hated Sherlock. He really did.

0oxOOxo0

Sherlock was sitting on the bathroom floor, sighing against the cool tiles. He didn't feel like doing anything. He knew that Jim would find John, besides; it had to do with him. Though, Sherlock didn't mind gaining another enemy.

He was mentally debating on slitting his wrists. He knew that John wouldn't t approve of him harming himself, but John wasn't here.

John would leave him.

And it was all Jim's fault.

Sherlock picked up his razors and observed them. He calculated how far he should cut, and how many times. He wanted to feel something except jealousy and want. Sherlock knew that James wanted John, he just didn't know why. John was his. He had John's love, but he hoped that John could deal with the smoking, he didn't know if he could deal with the cutting either.

Sherlock raised the sharp blade to his wrist. He was about to make his first cut when he heard a crash coming from outside the door. Sherlock put the razor down and cracked the door open slightly, looking through the crack.

There was a broken lamp laying on the floor, and a small ball of fur right by the sharp pieces of glass.

Authors Note- Remember to review favorite and follow! I have to thank DizzyInMyHead for the great advice during the making of 'Broken'.

What is to come?

How will John's rescue mission go?

What happened to baby Gladstone?! How will John react to it?

How will John feel about Jim after he (possibly) saves him?

What does Moran want?

Stay tuned~

Lemony Prescott