Do the people whisper 'bout you on the train like me?

Bit of a short chapter here folks, sorry about that. But it's definitely a content filled one, so no need to fear! However, I won't be able to update for just over a week (probably not until next Tuesday-ish). I'm going on a holiday, so I won't have access to Internet. Until then, enjoy!

Sharkisha the 3rd – I'm so glad you like the story so far! Stay tuned :)

Celestial Glowhead – Thank you so much once again. I'm so glad you take time to review! Guess you'll just have to keep reading to see what SIP has planned ;)

John wasn't actually sure where he was going. He didn't exactly have anywhere to go. It was just for a while, he kept telling himself. Eventually he found himself at Bond Street Station. He guessed if he wandered long enough he'd figure something out.

There was a surprising lack of people on the platform. In fact, there were only four other people. It initially struck John as somewhat odd but he thought nothing of it. After all, he'd seen stuff like that before. Admittedly, he was on edge after everything that had happened. The first attack in the alley, the second attack in the flat, Sherlock's confrontation and John's failure to resolve it. The doctor felt terrible about what happened but he didn't have the heart to pick up the phone. He and Sherlock both needed time to blow off some steam and think. John would have plenty of time to profusely apologize later.

The next train was to arrive any minute and John figured he'd just go wherever it led him. As John stood waiting on the platform he could feel something was off – something was wrong. He glanced suspiciously around at the other people on the platform. All men, all around the same age, all but one very well built. John could feel his paranoia taking over and he looked down at the tracks, trying to clear it from his mind. But that nagging sensation that something was wrong wouldn't go away. It lingered in the back of his brain.

John looked around at the others on the platform once again. He made eye contact with the smaller man and the man offered a polite nod and brief smile before going back to scrolling on his phone. John shook his head. The man was normal – he was just another person going about his business.

The others though…

John looked around again, scanning the platform. The others were conveniently standing by exits, trying to look incredibly bored. John didn't like the feeling he was getting.

Slowly, attempting to look as casual as possible, John began to turn back around, trying to make his way off the platform. As soon as he took one step a woman appeared in the entryway, looking down at her phone. John halted and the woman did as well, not looking up from her phone.

All the exits were blocked.

John looked up at the sign with the arrival times. Just two more minutes. Glancing at the woman again, John couldn't help but think he'd seen her somewhere before; she looked awfully familiar. Yet somehow he knew they had never met in person. Pictures? He looked around at the people with him on the platform, trying to formulate some kind of plan – any kind of plan. Not wanting to get the civilian pulled into the mess, John tried to take the soon-to-be scuffle elsewhere. He began walking once again, heading towards the exit the woman was standing at. She looked up from her phone as John approached. "Oh! Excuse me," she said, stepping right in John's way. "Does this station have a Central Line?"

"You probably should have checked before you came down here," John said quickly, trying to get around the strangely familiar woman.

She side-stepped him, getting in his way once more. "Sorry, I was in a rush."

"Yeah, and so am I, so if you'll excuse me…" He tried to get around her, but she appeared in the way again.

"Oi!" John heard footsteps and turned around to see one of the men approaching him. The man looked at the woman. "He bothering you, miss?"

The woman shook her head. She definitely knew this man. They were in this together. "No, I was just trying to ask a question."

He folded his arms and John looked up at the man who was nearly twice his size and much taller. He walked around to stand by the woman's side. Now there was really no way for John to get around. "Are we going to have a problem?" the man asked.

"Not if you get out of my way and let me leave."

"Is that a threat?"

"No, just a warning." John could tell there was someone coming up behind him. Now he was really surrounded. A bit not good. "I really hope you're all not attempting something stupid," John said dangerously.

"Pardon?"

"You know; something stupid like trying to hurt me in any way."

"Hurt you?" the woman scoffed. "Why on earth would we want to hurt the one remnant of dear old Director Williams?"

Yeah, definitely SIP.

The man behind John lunged forward, grabbing him. The ex-military officer easily broke free of the agent's grip. The last agent from the other end of the platform came running over to the scene.

As John and the SIP agents fought the lone civilian watched in shock. He stowed away his phone and stepped back, too close to the brawl for comfort. As the civilian looked for a way around the fight, the train could be heard approaching. John swung at the agent closest, sending him flying across the platform and straight into the bystander. Both men went tumbling onto the tracks right as the train pulled into the platform.

John watched as both figures disappeared beyond his view and the train came screeching to a halt. In John's moment of horror, one of the SIP agents pulled John into a secure hold while another whipped out a needle. The doctor felt an all too familiar prick and his limbs began to grow heavy. The last thing he remembered was hearing the incessant chatter between the agents and some terrible repercussions coming from the tracks.

So…Yeah…There's a reason this is rated T. Sorry about the short chapter, but it's content filled just as I promised! See you in a week!