DISCLAIMER: Nothing is mine
I am the worst person in the world.
(With a lot of coursework)
BUT STILL THE WORST PERSON I AM SO SORRY
Julian woke a lot more suddenly than he had been expecting and found he was staring upwards at the underside of a bunk bed. He had expected to feel sick and dizzy from whatever unpleasant drug Sloan had injected him with after seeing Sherlock in a similar state. Maybe it had been intended for him so the side-effects had been worse for Sherlock he wondered.
As Julian moved to get up, he noticed his hands were cuffed together in front of him. Shuffling awkwardly due to the cuffs, he twisted around and sat up, looking around at his situation. He was, unsurprisingly, alone in what looked like some kind of empty dormitory that looked like it had been out of use for some time. The carpet was partly pulled up in one corner, exposing the wooden floor underneath, and the once bright yellow walls were faded and scuffed around the bottom. Apart from the bunk-bed he was sitting on, the only other thing in the room was a wooden folding chair lying on its side in front of one of the two doors in the room. If it weren't for the Federation-style cuffs around his wrists, Julian could've forgotten his entire predicament with Section 31.
At the thought of Section 31, Julian remembered the situation he was in and started wondering about escape. He stood up and tried the first door, finding it locked as he had expected. He pulled at the second one and found that it opened into a narrow bathroom with a toilet and a sink. How considerate of them he thought, moving his gaze upwards. There was one small window in the slanted roof, but it had a metal bar running across it. It wouldn't be big enough for me to fit anyway he thought with a sigh, but wasn't deterred. Julian carefully balanced himself on the toilet and reached up. If he couldn't get out, at least he could look out. Julian grabbed the bar and pulled himself up so his head was level with the window. The room was just small enough so when he kicked his legs out to the side, he could put a foot on each wall to support himself which he did. Looking out, Julian could see he was on the first or second story of a university-type building. There was a green area below him with more buildings the other side. He pressed his ear to the edge of the window and could hear the far-off sounds of traffic. There was nothing specific enough to know where he was, even if he had known his way around 21st century London. Julian sighed with frustration and lowered himself down, leaving the bathroom. He sat down to the side of the door with his back against the wall. As usual, he would just have to wait.
However, he didn't have to wait very long. Within a few minutes, Julian heard footsteps down the corridor and the sound of the door unlocking next to him. He pushed himself up again to stand opposite the door as Sloan walked in with another, taller man behind him.
'You know, these little visits aren't funny anymore' commented Julian, in the usual sarcastic way he talked to Sloan but barely before he could finish, the taller man walked past Sloan and grabbed Julian by the front of his uniform, dragging him forwards, spinning around and pinning him against the door. Julian let out a noise of surprise but it was quickly cut off as the man pressed his forearm against Julian's throat, keeping his other hand holding a fistful of uniform, effectively immobilising him. Julian coughed and brought his cuffed hands up, trying to pull the man's arm away and free his airway. His feet were barely touching the ground. Sloan stood back and calmly watched the scene before him with a blank face. Just as Julian's vision began to darken; Sloan said a word and the man stepped back. Julian slumped down against the door, breathing heavily. Looking up at Sloan's blank face, he knew something was different this time. This time it wasn't just another mission.