"Uh, John?"
The voice pulled the doctor back to consciousness. He screwed his eyes up, not wanting to see what was going on.
"Seriously. Open your eyes," said the voice.
It would sound like Sherlock's if it said more eloquent things. Same deep tone. Sometimes I wish my voice was deeper. John dared to glance up. It was Sebastian. His torturer. "Get away from me."
"Right… sorry about, like, that stuff."
"You think you can just say sorry and I'll be alright?" John stared at Sebastian, eyes locking, and an unstoppable fire glowing in the doctor's.
"No, really! I mean, I know I'm probably a severely wanted criminal an' stuff, but…" Sebastian hung his head. "Yeah. Jim wanted me to tell you… Ugh! I feel really awful!" The gunman put his head in his hands. "That's not what he wanted me to tell you."
"Hello, having a nice chat?" Moriarty asked, stepping into the room. He knelt next to John. "You really can't live without Sherlock, can you?"
"I had a life before I met him," John said firmly.
"Yes, but it was boring…" Moriarty sighed. "Anyways, watch this." He pulled out his phone and held it in front of John.
It was a video. Taken when John must have been slightly delirious, because the doctor didn't remember it. It was last night.
The video-John was clearly in a lot of pain, biting his lip until blood pooled around his teeth. There were tears streaking down his face. "Sher- Sherlock," stammered the video-John. "Sherlock, help."
"Now all I've gotta do is send this to our dear detective, and he'll show up in no time!" Moriarty cackled.
"No, no, please don't," John begged. "I didn't even mean that, I wasn't thinking straight. If he comes, you'll kill him, won't you?"
"Well, I don't see why not…" Moriarty tilted his head to one side like a deranged owl. He, of course, would never kill Sherlock himself, he just wanted to freak John out.
"No!" John tugged at the handcuffs that chained him to the wall, but they held and he couldn't reach Moriarty.
"Aaaand…" Moriarty tapped his phone. "Sent."
Sebastian looked between the two, who were glaring at each other harder than he'd ever seen anyone glare. "Woah…"
"Hehe… Sherlock will fall right into my trap," Moriarty said.
John took a deep breath, eyes closed, and shook his head. "No he won't. He can't, he's too bloody smart," he said, mostly to himself.
"When it comes to you, he leaves his sense behind," said Moriarty, leaning close to John. "Of course he will."
Their faces inches apart, John felt a surge of anger wash over him. He stood taller and turned, smashing his shoulder into Moriarty's chin.
"Ahh!" The psychopath fell back, his lip bleeding.
"Jim! You okay, buddy?" Sebastian exclaimed, instantly by his employer's side.
"Fine, you idiot, I'm fine," Moriarty said, wiping his face on his sleeve. He turned to John. "Have it your way, doctor. Sherlock will pay for this."
Moriarty and Sebastian were gone, the door shut behind them.
John leaned his head back and slumped against the wall. What have I done?