Chapter 2: Revelations
Time is standing still
It's a dangerous meeting
They're gonna get themselves killed- Mercyful Fate
For about 10 seconds I was convinced that I was dead, or that Moriarty had buried me alive. Of course, this all became a realization to me that my eyes were just
closed when I heard John's voice say, "No, we are not waking her up!"
"Good, I'm alive." I thought
I opened my eyes and instantly drew in the patterned olive green wallpapered walls. I sat up and took in the large black wooden bed I had previously slept on.
Looking down at my legs, I realized that my knee was now bandaged. Next to the bed was a wall lamp, and next to the wall lamp was a chestnut rimmed door. I
assumed that was probably the bathroom or the closet. As I tried to get up I noticed a white door next to the chest nut door. I wondered which the entrance was and
which one was the closet. Next to the white door, on the next wall was a periodic table poster framed, there was also a window with white curtains and that's when I
knew this wasn't John's room. Everything was too neat and strict of a color palette- John knew nothing about color schemes. As my feet brushed the light brown
carpet, I heard footsteps coming near and Sherlock hissing, "She could have information." Followed by Mycroft's, "Of course she does."
I immediately jumped back into bed and shut my eyes. The door swung open with John's plead of, "Look at her so angelic, let her rest both of you!"
The room was silent until Sherlock's deep voice turned a bit menacing as he said, "Her heart beat is pacing too fast for someone who's been asleep and by the
rigidness of her legs, I can tell she recently moved, clearly no sleeping angel." I opened my eyes annoyed and John said, "Ja-Zelig, are you feeling better now?" I
turned to face him and sigh.
"I'm feeling grand." I said
John frowned knowing I was being greatly sarcastic. As both the Holmes siblings stared at me and then John, John turned to face me with the concern washed off from
his eyes.
"How do you know Moriarty?" he growled
"John, lower your voice." I hissed closing my eyes.
What happened next surprised me. John apparently grabbed the glass of water that was on top of the drawers and threw it to the wall. I instantly shot up and John
said, "Oh, now I have your attention?"
"John, calm do-
John blew me off and said,
"You don't tell me what to do!" John cleared his throat and still continued to yell, "You contact me recently as if nothing has happened."
"Nothing has happened!" I shout back
John points his finger at me and continues to bark, "You disappear for an entire year and don't bother to call me-any of us. You don't call mom, you don't call dad or
Harry. We worried so much about you, we thought you were dead. You didn't bother to send us a clue- NOTHING!"
"You don't understand I-
"No." John whispered.
"You don't get to talk. You always do this. You come back into our lives and just…" John looked away as if repulsed
"And just what?" I shout back with a wobbly voice and teary eyes
"cause trouble, cause pain?" I roar
John turns around and looks at me defeated. I said it. I said what he wanted to say, what he couldn't say. As I whipped tears off my cheeks, I turned to face the door
and saw a short, pale, blue eyed, blonde haired woman standing there.
She stared at me for a few seconds and then walked over to John and said,
"It's not good for you to get this angry."
John brushed the woman's hand off his shoulder and stormed out of the room. The woman stared at me with anger and then Sherlock added, "She's Mary, John's
wife."
Mary now stared at Sherlock with questioning eyes and before Sherlock could say who I was, I got up and said, "I thought John would have dumped you."
Looking very surprised, Mary reached for my hand before I could exit the door.
"What exactly do you mean by that?" she whispered
"He doesn't know does he? Your past of secrecy. You were an agent-"
"That's enough!" Mycroft hissed.
As I glared at Mycroft, Mary walked over to me and twisted my wrist causing me to flinch. Before she could twist my arm and cause real damage, I stomped on her foot
and said, "You know, I'm really tired of people pulling me by my wrist today, I swear that if you pull me again, I'll have to stab you Mary Morstan."
Thinking I could walk out of the room, Sherlock grabs me by the wrist and forcibly pushes me back to his bed. He grabs both my wrists and plants them at the side of
my thighs. "You can try stabbing me later." He said as he looked me in the eye, confirming that I wouldn't attack him. Sighing, he releases his grip of my hands and
then Mycroft walks closer to me and says, "We have a lot of catching up to do dear."
Sherlock and Mary exchange glances and then I whisper,
"I quit."
"But you owe me so much." Mycroft swiftly responds
I give up and put my elbows at my knees and let my face crash into my hands. Mycroft sits next to me and says, "You should have listened to me. You should have
stayed away from him. I tried to protect you, but you broke the rules Jane. You got out of my sight."
"And you didn't bother looking for me!" I yelled through angry tears
"I thought you'd be dead by then!" he whispered
"Dead? Oh Mycroft you've trained me under the best and you think I'd be dead within a week?"
"I sent my men and no one found any traces of you." he said
For a minute I just cried into my hands and then Mycroft placed his hand on my back and said,
"But now I see that you're not dead."
"I wish I was." I told him
"You were never good at following rules, but you were the only one with an actual brain in there." He said
"I really thought I was doing the right thing. Even when I felt bad about it, I couldn't fight the feeling that I was doing something right." I cried.
Rubbing my eyes this time, I noticed that Mary still looked angry, but Sherlock looked amazed. Mycroft looked down and said, "Jane, you were under a serum. Moriarty
had brainwashed you to get information out of you. He broke you down, slowly. I don't know what he told you or did to you, but he had you controlled."
Mycroft patted my knee and said, "When you shower tonight, you might see things on your body. You'll believe that you did them because it was the right thing to do-
but it wasn't. It was all Moriarty's idea and tactics to see how far he could push you. This was not your fault, you were under something we're still investigating and."
"What are you talking about?" I whispered now looking at Mycroft right in the eye
"Are you saying I was some sort of drugged up experiment?" I yelled
"Jane, gifted minds like ours." Mycroft began with that but then all I could hear was static. My body began to tremble again and that's when John walked back into the
room, and Sherlock placed both of his hands on my face and said, "Jane, listen to my voice. Jane, are you with me?"
"I'm not Jane." I faintly responded
"Zelig, listen to me. If you can hear me then nod." With a weak nod, Sherlock's piercing eyes had me elevated to another dimension. I was in a place where all was
piercing blue like his eyes. Where no harm could get to me. Not even him.
Sherlock carried me back to bed and said, "She's in shock."
Mycroft now slapped his forehead and said, "I shouldn't have told her. I knew it."
John looked at Mycroft and yelled, "What did you say to her?" Sherlock explained everything to John as I lay lifeless.
John approached and said, "I said some things out of anger a few minutes ago, but Zelig, I'm here ok."
I nodded, and everything was good until Mary brought up the words, "serum and experiment "again.
I sprung out of bed and growled, "I WAS NOT A BLOODY LAB RAT! I WAS NOT BRAIN WASHED AND I WAS NOT AN EXPERIMENT! See things on my body? Like what
Mycroft? Marks? Hm what are you talking about? I said ripping my leggings open. As I tore the black fabric everyone in the room gasped. I looked at my bruised leg. It
looked like someone painted a galaxy on porcelain. As I continued to tear I noticed that John was now crying and turned himself and Mary around. Mycroft also turned
and as I tried to tear my leggings more, Sherlock grabbed my hands.
"No, let go of me!" I whispered
"Please let go of me." I said crashing into the floor. Sherlock still held my hands and as John ran out of the room with Mary and Mycroft. They couldn't take it anymore.
Seeing this, seeing me. Sherlock pushed my bangs back and said,
"Your mind betrayed you."
"No. I'm smarter than that." I stifled
Calmly Sherlock got so close to my face, I could feel his lips on my forehead as he said, "Sometimes our minds play tricks on us."
"I can't trust myself anymore." I said
"Yes you can. I know what it's like to be scared of your own mind. You just need to learn how to control it again." He said very confidently.
Sherlock moved his chin to the top of my head and oddly pulled me into his chest so that my head rested against his shoulder.
He then swept me up as if I were weightless, and placed my back in his bed. I stared at my legs and he quickly added, "You're very fair but those can heal. Mycroft has
some miraculous herbs and pomades." I shook my head and said, "I doubt they will." At this Sherlock unbuttoned two of his shirt's buttons and moved the fabric to
expose his chest. "I had a bullet scar here a few months ago. Do you see anything now?" he asked coolly
"Makeup?" I ask
Sherlock smirks and says, "Touch it."
"No thank you, I'll take your word." I say
Frowning Sherlock says, "Why were you running away from him?"
"How do you know that I was running from him?" I counter
"You came into the living room with wild eyes and you also, Sherlock sniffed my hair and said, recently dyed your hair. Don't argue with me, you're not a real red head.
You're scalp is red from all the dye and your eyebrows; well they could be a red heads. John said you arrived a week early, and when you hugged him, you didn't hug
him like you missed him. The lines in your forehead and strong grip on your arms told me you hugged him like you might have not seen him- meaning you were on the
run from M- him."
"You can say his name. I worked with him after all." I said
"Worked with him?" Sherlock asked now raising an eyebrow
Sighing and looking around the room I dipped my head back into the head board a little too hard. I shut my eyes and then Sherlock placed his hand on my back, to
push me forward and placed another pillow behind my head. With that he sat in bed with me. He fumbled around until he sat with his legs criss crossed as if he were
meditating.
"What are you doing?" I asked
"Getting comfortable for your version of events." He replied
"What other version is there? And who says I'm telling you?" I replied
Sherlock smirked and said, "Exactly. There is no other version, so I'm all ears. Also, you either tell the truth, which I'm good at detecting, or its back to sleeping for
you." He said pointing at a syringe on the floor near the door.
"John brought it up in case you had a freak out, and then dropped it on his way out. He couldn't do it." He said in a very matter of fact tone.
"I met Jim, I met Moriarty when I was walking back home from school. It was around midnight and as I approached my door steps, I saw a couple of guys taking turns
beating him up. I grabbed my car keys and turned the alarm on so that they would all run."
Sherlock shook his head and said, "Why didn't you drive your car home that night?"
"I only drive my car if I have to go somewhere far. School was only two streets away, and I lived in a safe neighborhood." I responded
Sherlock nodded and I continued. "I ran to the wounded guy and helped him up. He was so badly beaten he couldn't sit right. I tried to call an ambulance but instead
he said, "No, I just need water." So I invited him in and cleaned him up. Sherlock rolled his eyes and said, "Well why didn't you just bake cookies for him?"
"Shut up!" I said
Looking like a scorned kid; Sherlock shut up and let me go on. "After I bandaged him up, I called a cab and he left. The following week I ended up in a bar because of
your brother and I bumped into him there. I asked him how he was, and we ended up getting really drunk. He walked me home and that was it. I kept bumping into
him and talking more and more with each encounter. Eventually we became friends. We'd go to pubs, we'd watch movies, we'd talk, we'd-"
"Okay okay I get it!" Sherlock said frustrated
"You two were dating." Go on he said
"No! We weren't dating! I said
Sherlock frowned and said, "Don't you do all those things when you date?"
"No. I use to do that with John and we're clearly not a thing." I said
Sherlock smiled and said right, continue.
"I never had any sort of romance with him. I cared for him-yes. But that's just me. I saw him as something wounded and I needed to fix it. As we bonded I couldn't
help but to analyze him too much. It became such a bad habit that I just made him one of my patients."
"Patients?" Sherlock asked
"I was finishing my doctorates in psychiatry and doing counseling on the side. I knew Moriarty needed more than counseling, so I'd prescribe him medication."
Sherlock nodded and with that I said, "I was his therapist for about two months. One day, as Moriarty was leaving, Mycroft was entering my office. Moriarty took one
quick glance at Mycroft and bolted. Of course Mycroft ordered the building be locked down but he was already out and gone. Mycroft let hell rain on me and told me
that he was a dangerous man, and that he was your arch enemy. For another two months I know nothing about Moriarty. I had even led to believe that Mycroft had
had him killed. That was of course until a month ago. I walk into my house and something is injected in me. I fall to the ground but don't pass out. Everything is blurry
and all I see is Moriarty. Once whatever is injected wears off and the room is a clear image, I see that he's rummaged out all my files. He pulls out another syringe and
loads it with a serum. Before I can run, Moriarty grabs me and pins me against a wall. He pulls out a file and asks me to explain it. The file he had was an experiment I
was working on. I was working on a serum to help stimulate the brain nerves to allow it to function better. To help patients with Alzheimer's or with amnesia. It's
supposed to stimulate their brain when under hypnosis. Through therapy and shock therapy, I can reach into their unconscious and trigger out memories that they
speak about. The results were always effective but different. Some patients would be so traumatized by what they saw that they couldn't speak. They'd instead point
at objects or write or draw. I remember Jim looking at me and asking me about you. He assumed that because I worked for Mycroft and John was my brother, that I
had some sort of connection with you. I told him that I had never even met you. Jim didn't believe me. He gave me a second chance to tell him where you lived, and
when I didn't answer, he injected me with the serum-the Labyrinth serum as I named it. You see, through my sessions with him and the files Jim read, he thought he
could perform hypnosis therapy on me. He was wrong. He tried to reach to my psyche and stream of consciousness, but he was doing everything wrong. So instead he
tried a fear tactic. He'd induce me with all the serums and tranquilizers I had and would create panic within me. It was madness. The only thing Moriarty implanted
within me was a disorder. A fear for the dark. When he didn't get a word out of me, he injected me once more. When I woke up, I was lying flat on a metal surgery
table. My clothes were all removed and my hands and feet were hand cuffed. He'd torture me by probing my skin with needles, and then dragging blades across my-
everywhere. He'd then have other doctors take notes and inject me. He'd try to get them to let me falter into so much fear that I'd escape into my subconscious, but it
never happened. For three days straight, Moriarty continued to torture me and inject me with my serum." "Sherlock, the thing about my serum is that if you don't have
amnesia, Alzheimer's or a weak memory, this serum can destroy your brain. It can make you forget things. The serum started taking its effect on me, and Moriarty
started noticing. "
Sherlock stood up and walked to his drawer. He pulled out a handkerchief and gave it to me.
"I think that what Mycroft meant is that Moriarty then used my own serum and weak memory against me. When I woke up the fifth day in the lab, I didn't remember
who he was. He convinced me that he was my doctor. That he had saved me and that I had hurt myself. He said I was under supervision. Everything was a blur until
the 7th day. Bits and pieces came back to me. Not many, but enough for me to know that I was in danger, and that I needed to get out of there. On that 7th day, a
young doctor walked in and ordered me to take my clothes off. He had two eels in a jar. By then I had realized that they must have broken into my subconscious
because I'm terrified of eels. I knew I had to act fast. I acted like a bimbo and told the doctor I was too weak to unzip my dress. As he unzipped it, I took the jar from
him and threw it on the ground. Picking a piece of the glass, I stabbed him right in the axillary nerve. He fell to the ground and I pushed my pillow sheets into his
mouth. I took his coat and card to swipe at the door. When I swiped the door, I ran like hell. Surprisingly enough, getting out of the building wasn't too hard. I kept
running out until I neared a high way. Thankfully an oil truck driver picked me up and helped me. He led me to Mycroft's headquarters in Dublin. When I asked to speak
with Mycroft, none of the original staff was there. They told they didn't believe I worked for him. The receptionist there was kind enough to let me know that everyone
had been relocated to London, and that Mycroft had also flown to London earlier today. He was probably on his way to tell John that I had died, or so he thought I
was dead. I knew going back home was too risky, so instead I called Alfie, our travelling agent. Turns out Alfie was already in London, but he was able to hook me up
with a fake passport and airplane ride to London. After about 4 hours, I arrived to London. Alfie's connection was able to get me clean and dressed. When I left the
ladies restroom, I saw him about 10 feet away from me. I ran towards Marcus, Alfie's friend and told him to run. I didn't want to get him into danger, so I just ran. I
kept running until I lost sight of him and took a cab in the middle of nowhere. Once in London, I got out of the cab to make a phone call to John. As I neared the phone
booth he neared too, so I started running. I ended up in an alley way, and just when I thought I was going to make it to a populated street he pulls me into an
abandoned house. Upon entering I notice the bricks by the window, so I drop close enough to reach them. Moriarty says a few words to me and as he lets me say my
final words, he lowers his head and I take my chances. I pop my knee to his chin and take his gun. I point at the gasoline tank in the back of the room and shoot. The
entire building bursts into flames as I jump out. I go back the same alley way and keep running. I dispose of my coat, and somewhere along the way to this street I'm
swept by a very kind hair stylist. He insists that I can't leave his street looking the way I did and-"
"Lafayette" moans Sherlock
"Yes Lafayette. I ask him to change my appearance because I don't want to be recognized and so he does and I thank him and I wind up here and now we're here
and gosh I'm so stupid." I yell.
As I pathetically cry once again, Sherlock walks to the syringe. "Please don't." I weakly whisper
Sherlock takes the syringe and says, "I don't think you're stupid." "I do however, think you need some rest." "You're iris is growing red veins, your lower lash line is
twitching, and your constantly tilting your head back." He finished
"I can do that too you know." I said
"Do what?" he asked
"Your left arm is shaky, meaning your thinking about injecting me, but you're also not sure. You had caffeine this morning- something you rarely do. Your eyelids are
heavy and I can tell because you're trying not to blink."
I finished
Sherlock grinned and said, "Good." "You forgot that I'm also wearing 3 nicotine patches, but it's a good start."
"Maybe you need some resting too." I whisper
He stared at me briefly before saying, "Maybe I do. Too many revelations for today."
As Sherlock broke eye contact with me, he rolled his sleeve up and placed himself next to me. We were lying side by side now. Sherlock took the syringe, tapped it
once, and then handed it to me. "Don't be scared of it." He gently said
He extended his arm for me to hold and said, "Stab me."
As I plunged the syringe into him he inhaled and stopped me before I could pump it all. He quickly took my arm and said, "Sleep well Zelig." As he injected the other
half into me.
"Sherlock?"
"Hm?" he replied
"You split the dosage, this is going to take longer to work." I said
I could see the corner of Sherlock's lips turn as he said, "What I like about John, is that he doesn't mess around with his concentrated tranquilizers. He makes them
strong."
Sherlock was right. Within three minutes, I passed out.
Again.