Sherlock's P.O.V.

The van took another sharp right, and as I rolled across the van floor and my head hit the piece of metal connecting the chain to the floor, I felt blood splatter against my cheek. There was no doubt about it, I was bleeding. It hurt to move, and my arms and legs were stiff. I was starting to loose the feeling in my hands. Everything was just pure torture.

Thinking back to Mycroft and John and all the pain I had caused them, I knew it was only fair. Mycroft and I may have never gotten along, but I always was there when he needed me, and he was there when I needed him. If for no other reason than to have him forgive me for the pain I caused, I would die. But there was no way to save him. As the van screeched to a stop, I prepared myself for the worst.

The door flung open, and I had to squint to help my eyes adjust to blinding light that came in. She took the hook off and pulled me out. I groaned as my head hit the hot concrete. I looked towards the woman as she pulled me my feet.

"Come on. Let's get you cleaned up. Wouldn't want your brother to see you all dirty now would we?" she smirked.

I shook my head. "Actually I would."

"Oh? Why's that?"

"Just because. Its just something I want," I answered, choking on my own words. "You wouldn't understand."

She rolled her eyes, and pushed me towards what looked like an old missile silo. We went down about three flights of stairs and I could confirm it was indeed an abandoned missile silo. There were four doors, one of which had a window, and was halfway open. The other three had top of the notch locks, and one even had a slidding chain lock with a padlock attached. From the way we were heading, I guessed that was our door.

We stopped in front of it, and the woman unbound everything except the chain on my wrist. Unlocking the door, she shoved me in, removed the chain and slammed the door. I turned and looked around the dim room. There was very little light and it was mainly coming from the three small windows at the very top of the room. Something moved and I whipped my head towards it.

"Sherlock?" came a small whisper.

My heart broke and I ran as fast as I could to my brother. He was pale and shaking. All the signs I had when I was poisoned. I wrapped my arms around my older brother and just knelt there. We were both covered in blood, and every time Mycroft took a breath, his eyes became more and more diluted.

"I'm so sorry Mycroft. I couldn't solve it. I don't know what happen. I'm sorry." I sobbed into his shirt, a sudden rush of emotions catching me off guard. "This is all my fault. I've been an idiot."

Mycroft could barely whisper and just leaned his head on my shoulder. "Can't blame you. I lied. I set you up. I'm guilty for this. I deserve to die," he muttered, a single tear fell down his face.

I tensed at the thought of my own brother setting me up to fail. I knew we didn't get along, but I would've never expected this from him. I wouldn't do this to him. For a split second I thought about getting up and walking away. I wasn't sure what to do. But my brain quickly processed the last words he said. 'I deserve to die.' Instead of pushing him away, I pulled him closer, embracing him.

"Don't say that. You don't deserve to die. Please don't die. I've already almost lost my best friend today. Don't let me loose my brother too."

Tears rolled down both our faces, neither of us really concerned though. Mycroft was dying and was on the list too. The east wind was coming and neither of us could even think about stopping it.

John's P.O.V.

"Sir! You're awake!" someone shouted.

A round of applause went through the room. I looked around, as two soldiers helped sit me up. I quickly remembered my last orders and searched the room, my stomach sinking when I couldn't find Coburn. Dread in my eyes, I looked towards the two other soldiers who went with him.

"Where's Coburn?" I questioned.

Yuno looked down, while Gates answered hesitantly. "Sir he was shot in the retreat. Seven others and himself were killed sir. I'm sorry sir."

My heart nearly stopped. Coburn was dead? That wasn't possible. He was the best man on the force. I looked back towards Gates, a sense of dread hanging about me now.

"Who were the others corporal?"

"Morris, Anderson, Peterson, Hill, Sutton, Sack, and Brush. They're all dead sir. I'm sorry sir. We tried to get all the bodies out. We were unable to recover two. That would be Sack and Hill," Gates voice wavered as he mentioned the fallen troups.

"Not your fault corporal. Go check on the rest of the force. You too Yuno."

"Yes sir," they said together.

They walked out and I leaned back, fighting the pain and tears. I couldn't believe Coburn was dead. We had fought side by side for years and now that he was gone I wasn't sure what would happen...

"John! John wake up!" someone shouted.

I looked around, utterly confused as I was the only one in the room. Slowly another man came into view, but he blurry.

"John! Can you hear me? John?" he said again.

I tried to keep my eyes open but I was to exhausted. All I remember before blacking out was the man saying my name again.

"John?"

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