The Wrath of CyntaxA Sherlock/Star Trek/OC crossoverChapter#5

March.15.2012

A smile creeps on to Jim Moriarty's face. He snaps his fingers, summoning his henchmen. No one comes.

'Boys!'

Still nothing.

Moriarty sighs in exasperation. His footsteps echo as he stomps out to the front lot. He sees his two men passed out on the gravel. He let's out a groan, 'that's Sherlock. Always complicating things,' he pulls out his mobile, dialing Sebastian.

'Mother Hen, come in Mother Hen… No, I'm Daddy Rooster… Oh really? That's not what you said last night… That's not why I'm calling. I need two guys down here stat… What do you mean "What happened to the other two?" Just send me the men!.. Really?.. You naughty boy… Mmm, I'd like that… I can't, I'm working… yes, as soon as I get home. I promise…Yes, I'll bring the handcuffs… Love you too. Bye bye.'

Jim ends the call, sliding the phone in to his pocket. He steps indoors, letting his mind escape to thoughts of his boyfriend. He stands next to the Criotube, keeping watch over it. There is no way of escape, but every precaution must be taken when dealing with Sherlock Holmes.

Several minutes pass before the sound of tires is heard pulling in to the driveway. Moriarty goes to greet his new assistants. He recognizes the pair as Sid and Dan. Two of the best thieves England has ever known. Sid, the taller of the two, stares questioningly at the unconscious men on the ground.

'Put these men in the back seat,' Moriarty swats in their general direction.

The duo does as they are instructed, storing the limp bodies inside the black Volkswagen.

'There's a shovel in the boot of the Rolls. Grab it and follow me.'

Dan obliges, retrieving the shovel. The three men make their way around the back of the building to find several miles of open country.

'Go about 30 meters and start digging.'

'Who is it this time?' asks Dan.

'Sherlock Holmes,' answers Jim with a grin.

'I gotta give it to you, boss. I didn't think you had it in you.'

Moriarty's eyes turn sharp, 'I'd watch what I say if I were you.'

'I just thought you'd get a shag first. That's all.'

'Don't you have a grave to dig?'

'Yes, sir,' Dan gives a little salute before tromping off.

Jim follows his butt with his eyes, 'he must be very good in bed.'

Sid laughs, 'no, we're not together.'

'Then why the hell do you keep him around?'

'I ask myself that every day.'

Wood pieces clatter to the floor as Cyntax+ shoves the chess board off the table.

'Oh dear!' exclaims Ms. Hudson, clutching her heart.

'Ay now, don't be a sore loser,' says John, placing a hand on her shoulder. The look in his eyes says, "Please, the old woman's been through enough."

Cyntax+ shrugs him off, 'My intellect far exceeds this menial game,' she begins to pace the room, her fists clenched at her sides. After twelve rounds about the room, she pulls her hammer from it's storage in her leg. It swings back and forth as she walks.

'I know you're worried about him,' John sooths, 'but we just need to keep calm and wait.'

'Since when do you wait, John? I've seen how you act around him, how protective you are. He's your best mate and you just want to sit here and play chess while we wait for him to die! Time is changing, John. I can feel it. Something bad is happening and I need to go set it right.'

'Plus, you don't know what we're dealing with.'

'Professor James Moriarty. Born on October 19th 1986. Studied criminal psychology at Marmoth University and taught it there for 12 years until he quit to peruse other things. AKA a crime network rooted in London, dealing criminals all over the planet. He has access to everyone and everything. Said to be the most dangerous man that ever lived,' Cyntax+ puts away her hammer, un-holstering her pistol, 'you're not the only one in the history books, John. I think I know exactly what I'm dealing with.'

John opens his mouth to protest but he is quickly cut off by a loud knock at the door. Cyntax+ looks out the window to see a suited man standing on the stair, 'knock knock,' he calls, 'I know you're in there.'

She cocks her pistol, 'time to show this wanker who's boss. Stay here,' the android makes her way down the wooden stairwell. She opens the door only enough for her to train her gun on the man she can only assume is Moriarty, 'what the hell do you want?'

Jim smiles, 'careful. I've got five trained gunman that are very protective of their boss. Wouldn't want to set them off, now would we?' He gives a little swish of his finger toward the rooftops where Cyntax+ can now spot at least two. She lowers her gun, swinging the door open so her entire body is visible.

'That wasn't so hard, was it?'

The automaton glares at him, 'where is he?'

Moriarty laughs, 'see, I'm not quite sure. But he did want me to bring you this,' he lifts up the black trench coat resting in his arms. The robot clenches the woolen fabric in her metal fingers.

'You son of a bitch!' Cyntax+ discards the jacket, a metal rod extending in her grasp. She wields the weapon in both hands, ready to swing.

Moriarty stands unfazed, 'Do it. I dare you. One swing and you're doctor is dead. Two and the old lady goes with him. That's two more out of my hair, so go ahead. Hit me.'

Cyntax+ stares at him, unmoving.

'That's what I thought,' he tips his head, turning on his heels to face the street.

'I will kill you,' she calls after him.

Jim gallops down the steps, 'sounds like a date.'

'This isn't over!' she calls in a weak attempt to convince him she's serious.

'Oh no,' Jim laughs, 'it's only begun.'

March.27.2012

John wakes with a start. He looks around the room to see what disturbed him. A hammer is lodged in to the wall only centimeters from his headboard. A hole resides in the opposite wall where the projectile object came hurling through it. The man rises from his bed, throwing on his robe in frustration.

'Plus!' he calls out. She is the only that the would (or could) do this.

'Yes?' her face appears on the other side of the gap.

'Is there a reason you've thrown a hammer at my head?'

'I didn't feel like moving.'

John is getting increasingly annoyed, 'what is it, Plus?'

'I need to borrow your laptop.'

'It's on the desk,' grumbles Watson, turning back toward his bed.

'Are you alright?'

The doctor pauses to look back at her, 'why do you ask?'

'You had a bad dream.'

'How do you know?'

'You talk in your sleep.'

'Yeah? No one's ever mentioned that to me before,' he contemplates this for a moment, 'what did I say?'

'You mentioned Sherlock.'

John's eyes avert to the floor, 'Yeah, well.'

'You don't usually.'

His caramel eyes flicker back to the hole where Cyntax's face peeks though, 'Pardon?'

'Talk in your sleep,' she clarifies, 'just since- well…' Cyntax+ can't quite come up with a gentle way to put it but John knows she mean's Sherlock's disappearance.

'Yes, well, we all cope differently.'

'Actually, nightmares are a sign that you're not coping at all.'

John sighs, 'Plus, it is 2:00. You may not require sleep, but I do, so if you'll excuse me,' the doctor turns once more toward his bed. This time, Cyntax lets him go.

The robot tests her new magnetic technology on her hammer. She extends her hand and turns on the magnetic field. Her hammer comes flying back, along with several other metallic objects in the direct line of magnetic attraction. She turns off the field, but not before her hammer smashes another hole in the wall. The other objects clatter to the floor, sparing further damage. John pulls his gun out from underneath his pillow, pointing it at the wall whilst shoving the pillow in his face.

'Sorry,' Cyntax+ calls to him, 'still need to work out the kinks. I'll fix this wall come morning. I promise.'

A muffled grunt comes from the pillow as his arm goes limp, sending the revolver to bounce on to the mattress.

Cyntax+ has been tinkering a lot lately. She has spent all of her time doing so. She took solace in her projects on the day of Sherlock's disappearance and has been scarce ever since. This is only the seconds time John has seen her in the past twelve days. He would have made a bigger deal of it if he weren't so desperate for sleep. He cherishes the little unconsciousness he can achieve. Even when he overcomes his Ansonia, the sleep is far from fulfilling. First, flashbacks from the war. Now, Sherlock's death. The cause is different night to night, but the image of his vacant eyes and motionless body is ever present in his mind.

The doctor removes the pillow from his face, sighing at the ceiling. He begins to accept that sleep is merely an unfulfilled desire. As he stares wistfully at the wall in front of him, he wonders how long Plus had been standing in Sherlock's room. Does she visit every night? She did say that his sleep talking didn't start until Sherlock's disappearance. Has she been here all along, watching over him? Waiting for Sherlock to return? Keeping his room spotless so that he doesn't have to worry when he comes back? This makes him wonder what kind of relationship they really had. The more he thinks, the more he realizes how little he knows about the people he surrounds himself with.

Meanwhile, down on the main level of the apartment, Cyntax+ logs in to John's laptop. When she finds what she's looking for, she scribbles some notes in a small leather-bound journal, before deleting the web history, and shutting down the computer. She is startled to find John lurking behind her in the darkness.

'I thought you were sleeping,' she greets, plainly. Now able to see her in full, John notices that she is wearing Sherlock's coat. It is much too large on her feminine frame. The bottom almost nearly reaches the floor. The sleeves are pushed up past her elbows to keep the fabric from sliding over her hands.

'Couldn't find the will,' John answers. There is a moment of silence before he speaks again, 'let's skip the "how long have you been standing there?" "Long enough" rubbish, and get to the part where you tell me what's going on.'

The robot reaches in to her pocket and pulls out an iPhone, 'I found this.'

'Sherlock's mobile?'

'That's what I thought at first. Then I looked at the contents. It belonged to Jeff Morrison. I looked at every single file on this thing. There was nothing conspicuous, apart from some Asian porn. That's when I realized that this isn't the phone Sherlock wanted me to find.'

'You tracked his mobile?'

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'Exactly. He made a call to you outside of Scotland Yard. Then once again all the way out in Crawly. This call you did not answer per instruction. He wasn't calling to talk to you, he was calling to tell you where he was. Once Jeff discovered it wasn't his phone, the line was terminated, but not before making a call from this location,' Cyntax+ holds up the notebook where she scrawled the address.

'Brilliant,' Watson beams.

'Yes, well, there' not much we can do at this hour. You head on back to bed. I'll be back in a few hours to investigate,' she walks past John to the stairwell but he turns to call after her.

'Please stay. Just for the night… It's a bit lonely here by myself.'

'You have Ms. Hudson,' answers Cyntax, but she doesn't move.

'Please. Just for the night.'

A smile crosses her lips. She is happy to know he needs company just as bad as she does,' just for the night,' the robot turns to face her friend, taking care that there are no traces of the smile left on her face. Despite her stoic appearance, John knows she is just as happy as he is.

He wraps his arms around her, 'good to have you back.'

Plus returns the hug. The silent gesture speaks louder than words. This is the only place she has ever called home and she is happy to be back.

John and Cyntax arrive at an abandon warehouse after over an hour of driving, 'are you sure this is the right place?' questions the blonde.

'Positive,' the android replies, referencing the map on Jeff's mobile. Cyntax+ continues in to the building, not waiting on her companion as he pays the driver. Watson jogs after her, not too keen on being left behind. It reminds him too much of his previous mystery-solving partner.

'What exactly are we looking for?'

'Anything out of place,' says Cyntax, inspecting the rubble.

'I'm a bit rubbish at this,' John admits after several minutes with no results, 'I'm not Sherlock. I can't observe the way he does.'

'You can do this,' Cyntax+ sets a hand on his shoulder and gives him a kiss on the cheek.

His face instantly turns red, 'Plus…' he turns to face her, her hand still resting on his shoulder.

'We're going to find him,' she assures.

'I know,' he murmers in reply. He is staring at her lips. There is something about lonelyness that makes you realize the beauty in people, John is suddenly filled with the utter longing to be loved. It is not until now he has realized how empty he feels. He brings his lips to hers with a new found hunger. Cyntax+ welcomes him, her arms snaking around his waist. John finds her to be exotic and new, having never snogged someone without a tongue before. Their lips move together in passion and lust.

Cyntax+ pulls away to remove his jacket, 'this is wrong,' he protests.

'I know,' Cyntax grins, unbuttoning his shirt.

John's hands fly to hers, 'I'm serious. We need to stop.'

'Okay,' she pulls away, leaning down to pick up his jacket. In doing so, she notices footprints on the ground. They are tracked in soil, not the gravel that surrounds the building. , 'look at this,' she says to Watson. John is still in the process of buttoning his shirt when Cyntax demands his attention. He leans down to examine the prints.

'So? Those could belong to anyone.'

'No, look. They're tracked in dirt. Whoever walked here came from somewhere else. Somewhere with dirt.'

John looks around, 'there are two sets of tracks with dirt. One wearing dress shoes, the other casual.'

'Moriarty and one of his cronies.'

'How do you know?'

'I just have a feeling,' her eyes trail the footprints out of the building, 'let's go.'

John follows the robot as she exit's the factory. They come to the end of the trail as they are greeted by perpetual fields.

'Now what?'

'We split up, cover more ground.'

The doctor sighs, 'Alright. I'll take the left. You go right.'

'Aye captain,' Cyntax gives a very serious nod before turning on her heels.

So they set off in the separate directions, two solgiers back in action, every hour the sun getting lower. Finally, in the last shreds of daylight, John discovers a fresh mound of dirt.

'Plus!'

She runs up behind him, less than a minute later. She may weigh 300 pounds, but she can stil outrun any Human. She stops dead at the sight of the grave. A wooden plank is the only marker. SH has been sloppily carved in to it.

John does nothing but stare for a long time. Eventually, tears begin streaming down his face; harder and harder until his entire body begins to shake. Cyntax+ can do nothing but watch as he drops to his knees. They stand in silence, John weeping, and Cyntax wishing she could, late in to the darkness.

March. 28. 2012

John is in his bed when he awakes. A dark shadow looms over him. The silloette of Sherlock's trench coat is the only shape in the blindling sunrise. In a mornig haze, he is convinced it is Sherlock's spirit, cometo say goodbye. A moment for his eyes to adjust reveals Cyntax, standing watch as he sleeps.

'Ah, you're awake,' says Plus, turning to face him.

John looks around, 'How did I get here?'

'I carried you.'

'A the way from Crawly?'

'Yes.'

'You could have called a cab.'

'I know,' she answers with a smile, 'I didn't want to risk waking you,' Cyntax sits down next to him on the bed. John leans forward, throwing his arms around her. They sit this way for a long while; embracing each other, not in lust, but in endearment and comfort.

'We need to tell Mycroft,' says John.

'I'll go. You stay and take care of yourself.'

'We'll go together. He knows me.'

'I think it's better if I go alone. Sherlock is his only brother, John. He'll want to hear it from someone who can give it to him strait. Seeing you will only make it harder. Imagine if something happened to your sister, would you want her best friend in here blubbering or would you want it clean and simple?'

John pulls back with a sniff, 'I suppose you're right. I'll stay here and hold down the fort. I suppose now is a good a time as ever to tell Ms. Hudson.'

'Yes, I think that's best,' Cyntax+ gives him a kiss on the forehead before exiting the room. She steps out on to the London streets. As she walks, she dial's Mycroft's number on the mobile she stole from Jeff Morrison.

His secretary picks up, 'yes, I'd like to make an appointment with Mycroft Holmes… As soon as he's available… I'm sorry, did I say, "as soon as he's available"? I meant now… It's highly urgent. It's about Sherlock.'

Cyntax+ enters Myroft's office, to find a man nose-deep in paperwork. It is obvious her presence was unexpected. Mycroft is far to dignified of a man to let people see him busy.

He lifts his head at the sound of the door, 'yes, come in,' the man steps out from behind the desk, smoothing his suit and wiping his mouth. The smallest bit of chocolate frosting smudges on his sleeve. Cyntax's goggle flashes. She knew he was hiding cake under that book.

'You mustn't mind the state of my office. It's been a busy week,' says Mycroft, straitening his tie, 'Now tell me, what's Sherlock done this time?'

'He's dead.'

Mycroft turn his back to her, taking a long time to breath.

'How?' he speaks, finally.

'I'm not sure,' answers Cyntax, 'but I can tell you who.'

Mycroft turns to her, eyes bloodshot and pleading, 'who?' he whispers.

'John Watson.'