Chapter 16
Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock or anything.
The screen played the recording. Sherlock had clearly recovered and now the twins sat next to each other with bored looks on their faces.
"I'm so BORED!" Sherlock said and sighed.
"What do you want me to do about it?" John asked in annoyance.
"Make the boredom go away!" Sherlock said.
"I can't. There's nothing to do." John said.
"Typical. We get run through all these deadly tests and in the end we're killed by boredom." Sherlock sighed.
John smiled and shook his head. "Don't be so dramatic, Sherlock." He said.
Sherlock chuckled "It's what I do." He said.
John chuckled.
The recording faded and was replaced by a new one. The twins were sat on chairs and seemed to be asleep.
Frederick circled them "Whenever you hear the tune I will play for you I want you to kill yourselves." He said in a calm voice.
The recording faded and Moriarty's face reappeared.
"Shall we try it? Do you think that the hypnotism used on John and Sherlock still works. I've got the recording now. It isn't part of my plan, but if you do kill yourselves that won't be too bad anyway." Moriarty said.
"No!" Hamish and Rose shouted and suddenly a lullaby started playing. There were no words, just a piano playing a soft melody.
Sherlock and John slumped forward in their seat.
Everyone in the room stared in horror.
Sherlock and John then abruptly sat up. They had blank faces and stood up in silence and quickly. John started walking towards the kitchen and Sherlock followed. Hamish stood quickly along with Lestrade. Lestrade grabbed Sherlock's arms and restrained him. Sherlock struggled instantly and then soon a reluctant Anderson joined in restraining the genius.
Hamish pulled John back with a lot of strength. John started struggling too. Hamish pulled him away from the kitchen and stopped dragging his son when he came in line with Sherlock.
Mycroft ran upstairs to John's room and came back down with two syringes.
"We have to sedate them." Mycroft explained.
Sherlock and John suddenly shouted the word "KILL" in unison and then slumped in the arms of the people who held them. Sherlock fell backwards and lay on the floor with Anderson standing over him and Lestrade knelt next to him. John sat on the floor with his back against Hamish's chest. They were both asleep.
The music stopped playing.
Sherlock groaned and put a hand to his head. He opened his eyes and sat up woozily. He looked over at John and pulled himself over to his twin.
"John?" he slurred.
"J-"he fell forward and fell asleep with his head resting on John's heart.
"Well..." Moriarty sang "That was rather interesting." He stated.
Hamish scowled at the psychopath and then said "Mycroft. They'll wake up soon. Help me put them on their seat." Hamish said.
Mycroft nodded and put the sedatives down.
He crouched next to his dad and helped him carefully drag Sherlock to his chair and sat him on one side. Then they dragged John and the short man slumped down next to Sherlock, leaning heavily on his tall brother.
"We'll wait for them to wake up, shall we? You can all talk amongst yourselves for now. I'm going to eat a banana." Moriarty said and the screen went blank.
About twenty minutes later Sherlock and John groaned and then sat up. John rubbed his hands over his face and Sherlock stretched his long limbs.
"What happened?" John asked.
"You were hypnotised. I suppose it was one of Frederick's ways to ensure that whatever happened he had a way to kill you. He had lots of technology. However far away you were he could kill you just by making the music play anywhere you were. It must have been his security." Rose explained.
Sherlock and John nodded in understanding. "So what can we do to stop it?" John asked.
"Get another hypnotherapist and get them to hypnotise you into not attempting to commit suicide when you hear that lullaby?" Mycroft suggested.
"Yes, we'll see to that at a later date." Sherlock said.
Moriarty reappeared and smiled "Well, that was a delicious banana; I am very satisfied with it. You can never be too sure with them. I don't like them being even a little bit green or when they have those brown spots on them. I like them plain yellow." He said.
"Can we get on with this?" Sherlock asked.
"Oh, yes of course." Moriarty grinned and the screen changed to Jack kneeling in front of Sherlock and John.
"Why haven't they run any tests?" Sherlock asked "It's been a week since we were kidnapped, am I right?" Sherlock asked.
Jack sighed "Yes, it has been. I don't know what he is planning. But I brought you something. I couldn't get you any food or drink. And I'm sorry, you must be hungry, you haven't eaten since yesterday morning. But I couldn't get my hands on anything. Anyway, I managed to get a telephone. It's new and works without a wire. It should work here. I got it for my birthday from my brother. You can ring your mummy and daddy, would you like that?" Jack asked.
Sherlock and John grinned and nodded quickly.
"But one thing, I don't know where we are. We aren't even allowed to know where we are, not properly. So we can't help your parents in finding us, but I thought that you should talk to them. The phone has enough power for about ten minutes of a phone call. Do you know their number?" Jack asked.
"Yes!" Sherlock said.
Jack nodded at Sherlock and the five year old read out the number from memory.
Jack began ringing the number. The screen split in half. One side was the recording of John, Sherlock and Jack. The other side had a group of spies sat around the dining room table in the Holmes house. Rose and Hamish were there. The house phone was ringing and Hamish answered it.
"Hello?" Hamish answered tiredly.
"Hello. I need you to listen to me. I haven't harmed your children. I'm one of his soldiers. I'm trying to help John and Sherlock. But there isn't much I can do. I have managed to sneak food into their room. But there isn't much I can do, you have to understand, I don't agree with what he has been doing and I'm trying to help your sons as best I can. They're here with me now. Do you want to speak with one of them?" Jack rushed out.
Hamish stood in shock and put the phone on loud speaker so everyone in the silent room could hear.
"Yes... please." He croaked.
Jack passed the phone to John.
John pressed it against his ear and said "Daddy?"
Hamish gasped and put a hand to his mouth. He slowly let his hand dropped and said "Yes, yes, I'm here, John, are you alright, sweetheart?" he asked.
John's bottom lip was trembling "Daddy, we're okay. Please come and save us. They say we're dangerous. They say we're too clever and too brave. There's a man... Frederick, he's in charge. He says he knew you. Daddy... I want to come home now." John said and tears rolled down his cheeks.
"We're coming John. I promise, I won't rest until you are home and safe. Is Sherlock there?" Hamish asked.
"Yes. Do you want to speak to him and then can I speak to mummy?" John asked.
"Of course. John? I love you so much, you remember that, yes. Daddy loves you more than the whole wide world. And we'll bring you home. It'll be you and me and Sherlock and mummy and Mycroft and Harry. We miss you so much and we love you. Just remember to be brave and keep Sherlock safe, yes?" Hamish asked as tears rolled down both father and son's cheeks.
"Yes, daddy. I love you lots and lots too. I'll pass you to Sherlock now. Bye daddy." John said and passed the phone to Sherlock. Sherlock put it against his ear.
"Daddy? Daddy, come and save us, please... they nearly killed John, he nearly drowned... and then they made me die... but I wasn't really dead, and then I came back. But there's a nice man... Jack, you talked to him on the phone. He is trying to help us. And there's Frederick, he worked with you and mummy, he's testing us. I don't want to be here anymore." Sherlock said, trying to cram a lot of information in at once.
Hamish said "It's alright, Sherlock. I've got lots of clever people trying to find a way to get the two of you out. It won't be long now. Sherlock, tell me about the soldiers, son, be my clever boy and tell me about the soldiers."
"Well, they all have guns, just one gun. And most of them aren't very clever. They all want money and I think Frederick is giving them a lot. There are a lot of them, but if you had about half of their numbers you could beat them. Most of them are old and tired or young and inexperienced." Sherlock said.
"Well done, thank you, Sherlock. Are you okay, sweetheart?" Hamish asked.
"Yes. I'm okay. I'm a little bit hungry and cold, but John and me keep each other warm by having big hugs. And I'm bored. John's alright too. Daddy, how long till we can come home?" Sherlock asked and a tear ran down the boy's cheek.
"Soon, Sherlock, very soon, son." Hamish soothed. "I love you, Sherlock, more that the whole wide world. We all miss you. Sherlock, do you want to talk to mummy and then mummy can talk to John, how about that?" Hamish asked.
Sherlock said "Yes, please. Love you daddy!"
Hamish smiled "I love you too. Look after your brother and remember to keep having lots of big hugs. It is mummy's turn to speak now." Hamish gestured with the phone to Rose who sat down close to him and took the phone for herself and said "Sherlock?" quietly.
"Mummy?" Sherlock asked.
"Oh, my baby, are you okay, darling?" Rose asked and put a hand on her heart.
"Yes, mummy. Mummy, can you tell me that it'll all be okay, like you always do?" Sherlock asked as more tears ran down his pale cheeks.
Rose burst into tears but said "It'll all be alright, Sherlock. Everything's going to be fine." She whispered.
Sherlock sighed and said "Can you speak to John and then tell us a story?" Sherlock asked, seeking the comfort of his mother's voice and the familiarity of a bed time story.
"Of course, you pass the phone to John and then you can put it next to both your ears while I read you a quick story, hey, baby? I love you so much, Sherlock." Rose said.
"I love you too, mummy. Here's John." Sherlock said and passed the phone to John.
"Are you really going to read us a story? Because I want the one called 'where the wild things are'." John said eagerly.
"Me too!" Sherlock said loudly.
Rose laughed through her tears "Of course, anything for my brave boys." She said and Hamish rushed out the room to fetch the story.
John smiled "Mummy? When we get out can you play hide and seek with us? And can we make some cakes? And can we all share one bed like we do on Christmas?" John asked.
Rose sobbed "Yes, baby, I'd like that lots." She said.
"Don't be sad, mummy, we'll be together soon." John said.
Hamish came back in with the book.
"I'll try, John. I love you, now, put the phone next to you and Sherlock's ears and I'll read you your story, how about that?" Rose asked.
John put the phone between them and Rose began reading them the story in a soft comforting voice. Also talking in lots of different voices which made the twins laugh.
The story finished and Sherlock said "The phone isn't going to work in a minute." And with that the phone died.
Rose slowly put the phone down and Hamish pulled her into a comforting embrace as she sobbed. On the other side of the screen John passed the phone back to Jack and the two quiet boys curled up facing each other and fell asleep with quiet tears running down their cheeks.
Author's note: I don't own 'Where the wild things are' either. But I did love that book when I was little. Anyway, please, please review and tell me how I'm doing so far, no flames please! Thank you!