Friends

I found myself feeling as though I had been thrown into a dark abyss. His vision had disappeared but his other sense hadn't. I could feel myself standing up still, and I knew he was still in the men's room. I heard whispering, Moriarty and the attacker, but before I could focus on what they were saying, I was whisked away.

I was in a car, I could tell that much by the way they craned my neck and I had to lift my leg up to get in. I felt shoulders either side of me, so I assumed I was inbetween the attacker and Moriarty. One man, who was wearing a suit from what I could tell (so Moriarty) was very tense and alert- that much was obvious to me, I could feel it clear as day. It felt as though the sensory of my body had been heightened in some aspects. My sight was not a sense that had been improved, I kept seeing wavering images, like a television whos aerial was only picking up snips of programme. The drugs had given me that renewed sense of invincibility yet again, so I saw no reason in speaking boldy and confidently.

"So, who are you exactly?" I turned a little to my left, I assumed that was my attacker. There was no answer for a couple of minutes, but I could sense movement. It would probably be safe to assume that he was getting a signal from Moriarty to abolish such discretion. Apparently, he had received the all clear.

"My name is Sebastian Moran. Colonel... Sebastian Moran." he said, his voice emotionless and booming. "I'm second in command and I was going to shoot you dead at St Bart's hospital."

I felt myself wince slightly, the snippets of Sherlock's phonecall running like surround sound in my head. Then screenshots of Sherlock's crumpled, broken body on the cold pavement. I had to fight a scream of pain and terror, remembering that Sherlock was alive. My Sherlock was alive.

"Okay..." I said calmly, focusing on keeping my breathing regular and smooth. "Okay, so where are you taking me?" I spoke indignantly, annoyed with the ambiguity of this all. Especially when I was feeling so good because of the drugs.

"To see some old friends." he said, leering slightly. I couldn't see properly, but I could bet that the man was smirking. I was surprised that Moriarty had kept so quiet. Infact, had I not have Meth circulating and coursing through my body, I may have even been concerned with his silence. The car stopped and jolted abruptly. Sebastian opened the door and seemed to rush off quickly., slamming the door behind him.

The driver, who hadn't spoken a word the whole time we were in the car, left too. I head the sound of the car door locks and realised that I was trapped in the car. Thankfully, my sight seemed to snap back into sync and I scrambled to the left, searching for the unlock or some form of button that would enable my release. I had of course, forgotten that I was wearing a secure seatbelt that someonelse had put on for me. It wrenched me back before I had a chance to search and it was so harsh that it felt like hands. Infact, it was a pair of hands. I turned my head slowly and saw Moriarty sat next to me, his hands clenching my shoulders and his eyes burning with something... desire maybe? It was hard to tell. I didn't know what to do other than maintain my gaze on him. He released me and brushed off my shoulders, he did it quite heavy-handedly and then he unbuckled my seatbelt. He wasn't wearing one himself.

"You're addicted, John." He said, frowning. I bit my lip and looked down in shame. I couldn't argue.

"Yes I am." I breathed, rubbing my face with my hands and dropping them back to my legs. He wrenched my head back up.

"Not all addictions are administered through a needle or a cigerette." Then he smiled at me, a thrilling smile, a smile that I hadn't witnessed before. It made all of his other eccentric expressions look pitiful in comparison. He then pulled me to him, so our faces were centimetres apart. I could feel his cool breath on me.

"You're going to join me soon." he breathed, in a near whisper. He was looking at my lips. "I'll be the only one there for you."

I quirked an eyebrow and went to move my head back a little but before I knew it, his lips were on top of mine in a plump kiss, he tried parting my lips which I couldn't really stop. I wasn't in control of my body. I just let nature take its course and pressed back, not as enthusiastically as him, but with enough force to convince him that it wasn't a simple response. He pulled away and smiled sinisterly.

"Events are about to unfold, my adorable John." he spoke excitedly.

I suddenly felt a torrent of guilt wash through me about kissing him. I knew that if I hadn't, the consequences that might follow would prove to be dangerous and I couldn't risk the thought of something happening to Sherlock. I knew that he would use that as his method of revenge. The one man who made me feel alive and give me a reason to want to be alive, my Sherlock. I pushed back the guilt, thinking about the bigger picture.

I went to speak but then the front door opened and the driver climbed in. In a matter of seconds, the car was pulling away from wherever we were. I found myself wondering where Sebastian was... Afterall, he had been the one who answered when I asked our destination.

We had been driving for what must have been at least half an hour, the driver had cranked up the music and once again I was reduced to a drugged, musical fool. I was singing along and Moriarty looked delighted and if I wasn't mistaken... slightly aroused. The driver turned abruptly and I slammed my arm on the car door. Moriarty chuckled a little at me. I honestly couldn't feel any pain, so when I brought my arm back to my body, I traced it with my other hand and felt nothing but numbness. I assumed it was all parts of the drugs, keeping the bad feelings subliminal.

"We're here." the driver said.

Moriarty clapped his hands in glee. The driver opened the car door on my side and I stumbled out, being caught and steadied by Moriarty. He helped me stand upright and extended his arm for me to interlink my own with. I took it, knowing that i'd be face down on the floor otherwise. Plus, I saw no reason to quarrell with the gesture.

He lead us through a very golden, glamorous lobby and into a large hall. It seemed posh, very posh. The golden hues seemed remarkably vibrant, the saturation of it seemed magnified especially due to the effects of the drugs that were coursing through me. It was darker than it usually would have been I noticed, as black material was hung in neat waves on the ceiling, making the room dimmer. The chandeliers were still visible though but the material made them seem darker too.

Moriarty leapt around excitedly, looking at the place. He turned to face me, a yard or two infront. His knees bent a little and he extended his arms, his gestures big and bold. "Wha'dya think?" he beamed, eyes big and smile wide.

I looked around, before looking back at him. I nodded with approval "Very nice!" I slurred, feeling my own mouth quirk into a smile. I felt as though it seemed obvious that I was under the influence of something. My movements felt slightly lazy.

"I think it needs a little music." He clicked his fingers and let out a 'ha' of happiness. Like sorcery, in that instant music began to blare and surround us. A concoction of all kinds of music then played for a while. It ranged from Abba to Queen and both of us danced to all of them. I let the rhythm grip me, feeling completely out of control. The music seemed to seize me and move me in anyway it could. I saw Moriarty speaking to someone before I closed my eyes and let myself open myself up to the sound waves.

I opened my eyes again and saw Moriarty still chatting, casting a couple of smiles back at me. I laughed, continuing moving. I wiggled my hips more and let the music move me. I saw Sebastian enter the room and whisper something to Moriarty, who's smile stretched from ear to ear.

The precise, militial John Watson would have been alert at that moment but right then, I could not summon up the ability to gain stability or control. I was musics play thing and I would dance however it made me. I closed my eyes again, letting the rhythm grab me. "Do you love me?" by the Contours boomed through the room and I twisted and jived with accuracy and grace. I was oblivious to anything but the melodies and beats.

Then I heard footsteps and I opened my eyes again. Moriaty jived towards me, taking my arms and putting them on his shoulders as he brought our bodies together as though we really were from Dirty Dancing. It was incredibly fun but he then stopped, looking at me a little more seriously.

"Well I can tell you, that Daddy certainly loves you the best, Doctor Watson" he winked. "I have a gift for you, just to ensure that we end the night on.. the highest of highs."

He reached into his breast pocket and retrieved the other Meth roll, as well as a lighter. I didn't feel oblivious anymore, my body completely aware of the objects he was holding. The urge to take those items were of a larger magnitude than the grip of music. I took them slowly in my hands, eyeing them with sheer desire. I looked at Moriarty, seeking some kind of encouragement. He nodded vigorously, smiling. He stepped back as "Stayin' Alive" by the Bee Gees began playing. Sebastian accompanied him, both of them smiling wickedly.

I looked down at the items in my hand again, my brain fighting all thoughts of indulging.. but it was too late, my body's urges had already made their decision. I sparked up the lighter.

"Ah ah ah ah stayin' alive.. stayin' alive"

I held the roll over the top of the flame, watching it ignite.

"Ah ah ah ah stayin' alive.. stayin' alive"

I pressed it to my lips and in that moment, everything else went out of focus, I could hear muffled footsteps behind me, but I was busy inhaling the roll. It's power rolled to the back of my throat, making me cough and smile with intense happiness. I did it again, breathing it in deeply and savouring it as it made its way down my throat and into my lungs. I saw Moriarty smile with pure malice and I turned, taking another toke of it.

The music cut.

Stood watching me were Lestrade, Mycroft and Sherlock. They watched me as I breathed out the smoke and lowered the cigerette in complete shock and confusion.

"Say hello to our old friends then John." I heard Sebastian say, his voice rumbling.

I was transfixed by the expressions on each of their faces. It hit me then. It hit me like several tons of bricks. I had been so stupid. I had let these urges get the better of me. They shouldn't be here. I had put them in danger.

What have I done?