Chapter 7! (Yeah, I forgot to mention that I do daily updates, especially because this story is already written)
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They forced John to sit opposite to Sherlock, securely tying him down to the chair at his wrists, elbows, back, and ankles. Sherlock watched on, aghast at what they were planning, but realising that he had a dilemma: his brother, the embodiment of British National Security, or John.

John sat strapped to the chair, brainstorming ways to make the psychological torture less for Sherlock. He thought of passing out, but that didn't seem like a good idea because they couldn't communicate, so he instead decided to sit there and look as stoic as humanly possible. Even when the man silently nodded to one of the men who produced a fairly large pair of pliers, John found the strength within him to sit motionless in the chair, staring into Sherlock's eyes, trying everything could to tell him that he was okay, not to worry about him, he'd be okay. Sherlock meanwhile, looked into John's eyes, internally struggling with the option to either give up Mycroft's position instantly and saving John the pain (not only endangering National Security, but risking the fact that he hadn't worked out exactly what these guys had planned for him once they got the information) or make John have to suffer right in front of his eyes, all for the 'greater good'. It was with great sadness that he made his choice.

Sherlock stood motionless, a gun to his head to make sure he watched, horrified at the suffering John was enduring. So far, he had one molar extracted, been water boarded twice, cut 3 times, and was now about to be electrocuted. Sherlock couldn't take the strain anymore; his brain was split in two, each side yelling in argument at the other, each side wrestling for power. His normally ordered brain was in meltdown, and he let his eyes droop, unable to take it anymore. He could vaguely hear the men around him yelling abuse and threats at him, but he gave in, ignoring the scream tearing through his consciousness, letting the black curtains surround him and draw him in.

John sat in his chair (not that he had much choice), panting, bleeding, and quite frankly having an awful day. This was not how he envisioned spending his Christmas. And, quite frankly, electrocution was now at the top of things that John never wanted to endure ever again. Ever. The molar wasn't too bad (the gunshot was much, much worse), and John was a great swimmer, so the first round of water boarding was fine. The second, not so much... he had ended up convulsing in his chair after his body decided it would like to cough. He had ended up coughing up everything in about a 5 minute break, which his captors so generously allowed him. The cuts were small potatoes, although there might be some very interesting looking scars along one side of his face and his arm, the blade was sharp and the cut was clean, and John rather hoped it would stay that way. The man had left after Sherlock became non-responsive, leaving John tied in the chair and Sherlock hanging from the chains, promising more pain tomorrow. Although he knew that he had to keep strong, so that both he and Sherlock could go in one piece, his mind wondered what the man had meant by more pain, not to mention who it was going to be inflicted upon. As he sat there in a bloody, sodden heap, he couldn't help but wonder how he and Sherlock were going to make it out alive.

* This space is so that the chapter isn't spoiled by my author's note. I apologise if it is. If you're reading this and haven't read the chapter, I recommend finishing it before venturing down here.

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Soooo... what did we think about Sherlock's choice? That was the part I realised was slightly iffy- Would he really have chosen National Security over John..? Probably not. But I wouldn't think that John would have let Sherlock say anything, hence the title of the chapter. I hope this one didn't turn you off.

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Thanks for reading!
Kimbee