John woke again to silent steps, all of an efficient sort that almost reminded him of the hospital... or a military camp. Something covered his head, but not restraining. It was a soft piece of fabric, the quality hinting that it might belong to Sherlock, which he supposed was not a stretch, though the thought made his stomach lurch, that did not restrict his breathing. It would not even be very effective for blindfolding him, as he might easily shrug it off. But that would mean he gave away that he was awake. Was trying to gain time even useful? Did anone know that they - and how he hoped that this was wrong, that it was only him - were gone?
That was when someone unceremoniously removed the fabric. John blinked a little in the light, though it was not particularly bright. He was secured to a chair, with leather straps to the armrests and back, his legs tied similarly, and then together as well, making it impossible to move more than an inch in any direction. He doubted even Sherlock could have gotten loose.
And Sherlock. Oh, Sherlock. Sherlock was not two yards from him, tied down expertly, his face down, but tilted a bit towards John's side so that he wouldn't suffocate. The rest of his body was fixed to a board of some kind about as high as a standing-up desk, tightly as to stop him from any kind of movement, same as John. The army doctor found his gut clenching at the scene somebody had set. Sherlock was fastened to some kind of experimentation table or whatever, and he was placed in a chair, set out to Watch.
They were not alone, but the darkly dressed men whose faces were in shadow were clearly only somebody's henchmen. Sherlocks eyes suddenly met John's gaze. The genius didn't look scared, exactly, but very apprehensive, and as he caught the worried expression on John's face, there was anger, too. But not intended for John. Never for John.
John swallowed, trying to give Sherlock a reassuring gaze, when he realised that the genius, in addition to being tied up, was tightly gagged. He too, started to feel anger at that, struggling once more with the bonds, useless as that might be. Somehow, there seemed to be relief in Sherlock's eyes at that.
And then there were steps.
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