Chapter 14
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The screen changed to John sleeping on the cold floor. Then the camera moved to Sherlock, who was stood watching something closely. Everyone heard the sound of footsteps and then light flooded the room and two men ran inside. John didn't stir but Sherlock started running over to his brother but one of the man caught Sherlock and lifted him off his feet and into his arms.
"JOHN!" Sherlock shouted as the other man picked up the other brother. John startled awake and began struggling instantly. The man could barely contain the boy so he rammed John into the nearest wall. The boy went limp instantly.
"John!" Sherlock shouted.
The man who held John laid the unconscious boy on the floor and then as Sherlock began struggling more both men lay Sherlock on the floor and pinned him down with each hand on an arm and a leg.
Sherlock watched as another man entered. He wore a lab coat and knelt next to one of the men.
"Don't let him move." The man said.
The man pulled out a syringe from his pocket and rolled up one of Sherlock's sleeves. Sherlock whimpered as the needle went into his arm and the man put the contents of the needle in Sherlock's blood stream.
The man walked away, handing one of the guards the syringe. The guards let the boy go, but Sherlock didn't move. The other guard placed a gun next to Sherlock and left. The guard with the syringe stood a bit away.
Sherlock didn't move at all, he just stared at the ceiling. The camera moved to John who groaned and slowly opened his eyes.
His eyes settled on Sherlock and he pulled himself up and started walking unsteadily towards Sherlock.
"Sherlock..." John said.
Sherlock's eyes moved over to where John was. John sped up his walking and fell to his knees beside Sherlock and lifted his brother onto his lap, cradling Sherlock's head in the crook of his arm.
"Sherlock, what's wrong?" John asked.
Sherlock looked up into John's eyes and took a ragged breath.
"I think I'm going to die." Sherlock said.
John looked startled "Don't be stupid, Sherlock. Tell me what's wrong." John said.
"I... don't want to die!" Sherlock said "I want... more time." Sherlock said and a tear rolled down his cheek.
John shook his head "You and me, we've got the rest of our lives. I won't let you die!" John said.
Sherlock shook his head. "No. I'm dying, John." Sherlock struggled out as his breathing grew more laboured.
"No, no, I don't want you to. There must be something I can do." John said.
"Sorry..." Sherlock said and his eyes began to droop closed.
"No! Wake up! Sherlock, stay with me please!" John cried as a tear ran down the blonde boy's cheek.
Sherlock's eyes flicked open and he gave a weak smile.
"'Kay." Sherlock mumbled.
John put a hand on the side of Sherlock's face.
"Please don't leave me. Please, Sherlock... please." John said.
Sherlock's breathing became weaker.
"Goodbye, John." Sherlock whispered and his eyes fell shut.
John sat there, staring down at Sherlock.
"No. No, no, no... Sherlock... please..." John whispered.
Sherlock stopped breathing.
John said "Sherlock" and began sobbing. Tears streamed down the five year olds cheeks and he pulled Sherlock's face into his shoulder and held him close. John buried his face in Sherlock's shoulder and sobbed. He screamed into Sherlock's jumper.
Sherlock, sat next to his brother, turned to look at his twin. John was crying, but crying quietly, his shoulders shaking and tears running down the man's cheeks.
Sherlock did something that surprised everybody in the room. He pulled John into a hug. John turned his face into Sherlock's blazer and cried harder. Sherlock rubbed his back.
"Ssshh, it's okay. I'm not dead. John, I'm okay." Sherlock said.
John shook his head and the television paused.
"But you weren't though. You're dead, Sherlock. You aren't breathing!" John said, his voice muffled by Sherlock's clothes.
"I'm breathing now. I don't know what they did to me, but they didn't kill me." Sherlock said.
John pulled away and stood up, towering over Sherlock.
"Look what they did to us! They kept us locked up in there for god knows how long. We were pretty much emotionally tortured and they obviously made us complete all sorts of tests, seeing just how far they could push us before we died. But it isn't just that! Look at us there! We were obviously inseparable. We had a strong bond. And I'm not saying that we don't have that now, but we could have had so much more if we had stayed together for all of our lives. Think of everything that we could have achieved and all those adventures we could have had. I have had enough of Moriarty stringing us along. I want this little show over and done with. He's toying with us, Sherlock. Just like Frederick was. This is what we are to those bored psychopaths, their toys. We are their experiments, they push and they push us until we hit breaking point. I can't lose you, not again!" John shouted and stormed up to his room.
Rose sighed and made to stand up but Sherlock stood quicker.
"Let me go, please." He said.
Rose nodded. Before Sherlock exited the room Hamish said "Sherlock, only John could ever understand you properly. Trust him. And trust yourself that you know what's right for him, you always did."
Sherlock gave his dad a small smile and then walked up the stairs.
Author's note: I hope you are enjoying this so far! Yay! 2 chapters up in one night! Please, please review!