John woke slowly and with great difficulty. The drug had screwed him real good, it had taken him 12 minutes to even get his eyes open. He gazed around hazily, groaning at the throbbing in his head. He was just beginning to ask himself the question of who had captured him when a voice from behind gave all the answers.
"Jim Moriarty…Hiiiiiii…"
John rolled his eyes so hard he could've blinded himself.
"ooooooooooooooooh piss off, will you?"
Moriarty's eyebrows nearly leapt off his forehead and John knew instantly that he had made a mistake. Moriarty's temper was silent and never expressed verbally or physically which made it difficult to tell if you had angered him or if he had only reacted to place that thought in your head.
Jim paced around the chair John had been tied to, threatening silently through his movements.
"You should watch that filthy language of yours," Jim laughed "I mean….….we wouldn't want anything bad to happen to your precious Sherlock Holmes." he finished with a smirk.
John's blood ran cold, he couldn't stand to hear Moriarty even utter the name of a man so great. But that was what had made John so angry. The fact that Moriarty was in fact a great man himself, never a good one but certainly a match for the consulting detective.
"I don't give a flying fuck about that man…. But I'm also not gonna sit here and let you hurt him, I may not care but friends…protect people" John sighed, groaning at the splitting pain in his skull as he raised his voice.
Moriarty stopped in his tracks, his expression changed yet again to one of confusion and contemplation, an expression that dripped with sarcasm.
"So you and Sherlock? You had a falling out did you?" Moriarty asked in a tone that almost seemed compassionate.
"Um last time I checked that was none of your fucking business"
Moriarty gave John a look as if to say that he could and would use this fight against them.
"And what…..would…..you do to stop me? If I was to send someone over there to put a bullet in your boyfriend's brain?" A smile teasing the corners of the consulting criminal's mouth.
John returned a smirk of his own.
"I would take that reputation of yours and shove it so far up your ass, they'd call you Muppet"
John froze as a giggle that sounded as though it had been accidental or had slipped echoed from behind him. He knew that laugh anywhere though he wasn't sure whether to be thankful or angry at Sherlock for joining them.
"That's my boy!" Sherlock yelled with a whistle and a clap.
John rolled his eyes, still angry but half glad and grinning on the inside at the compliment.
"Ah Sherlock so lovely of you to join us," Moriarty exclaimed staring right into the cold and humbly brilliant eyes of Sherlock Holmes "I have something very special up my sleeve today."
Sherlock stepped forward in an attempt to test his boundaries. Moriarty had obviously caught his movements maybe even before he had made them and jumped to outline the rules of this meeting.
"uH uH. Stay right there Sherly or I'll make art of John's head all over the wall"
John groaned, the beginning of a power play.
Sherlock paced carefully, avoiding coming anywhere too close to John.
"So what's the deal here Jim? What do you want?"
John watched the two carefully, wondering why he felt so jealous.
"Oh I have something very, very special for you today but it will require a bit of cooperation on your part. No doubt you will show this cooperation…..in order to guarantee the safety of your….flatmate"
Sherlock nodded slowly watching John's eyes flick around the room in confusion. His mind began to race like it always did when he was anxious. John's head was clear of any head wounds so they must have used more common methods to knock him out. His eyes were watery and unfocused so the initial suggested morphine, though his skin had a sickly tinge to it and his eyelids were droopy and weak which narrowed it down to Chloroform. He must have been brought here quite recently because the side effects of the drug had not yet worn off. The heels of his shoes had been worn slightly but the rubber was fresh and free of dirt so the damage had been done quite recently suggesting he had fought back.
Moriarty snapped his fingers bringing Sherlock out of his state of analysation.
"Half a dose Moran and catch him when he falls, a concussion could slow his performance"
Sherlock's face twisted in confusion, his face filling with regret as he felt the needle pierce his flesh and the chemicals enter his bloodstream. The drug burnt in his veins, the situation dawning on him as his legs lost their function. He gave in to the void, hearing Moriarty's sickening laughter echoing in his ears.