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Date: Unknown
I despise deliriousness. Always have, and low and behold that is exactly what I wake up to after my little 'epidemic' with my brother. Blinking rapidly, I observe my surroundings. Stark, white room. A medical area of some sort judging by the temperature. But nothing else seems familiar. Huffing in annoyance I sit up quickly, and come face to face with three very shocked, very abstract looking humans. Narrowing my eyes, I observe my three captors.
"My name is Sherlock Holmes, and who the HELL are you?" I speak directly to the man in the yellow shirt. It is obvious that he would be the one in charge; I highly doubt any man of his stature would wear a hideous colour such as that by choice. No, the colours resemble rank, that much is obvious.
"Do you know where you are?" The slightly shorter blue-shirted man is the one who asks the question. Shifting my gaze to him I stare him down, there is no way that I am going to give this man the satisfaction of knowing that I am completely disorientated. Continuing to glare at him, I allow my mind to do what I do best. Observe.
"No I do not know where I am. But I do know that you are a medical man who grew up in Georgia. Judging by your lack of formality you've been working with these men for at least 5 years if not more. First name basis concludes to a high ranking, but not in charge. You're only a doctor, but you're respected by the other crew members. You've been in a battle, a big one, one where people have died so tell me Doctor. Where am I and what the HELL have you done with my friend?" The look of shock from two of my three captors was satisfying enough, but the unimpressed look of the taller 'blue-shirt' was starting to irritate me. Focusing my attention on him I search his face for any signs of weakness, anything that will give me a clue into who he is. But I find nothing. It's like that bloody Adler woman all over again. Shaking my head I wait for one of the idiots to say something. Then it hits me. John. Where is he? What have they done to him? John, I have to find John.
"Mr Holmes, I am sure that you are fully aware of the situation at hand. You are disorientated and obviously confused. I would advise that you take the necessary precautions to ensure your own safety." The patronising voice made me want to punch him. Who the hell does he think he is? Nobody kidnaps Sherlock Holmes and then tells him to 'sit quietly'. I stare incredulously at the man before attempting to get off the bed. Screw these idiots, I have to find John. But I didn't get far. Two sets of surprisingly strong hands forced me back onto the gurney. Great. Just what I need, three 'Andersons' with muscles.
"Where the hell am I anyways?" If they weren't going to let me leave then I sure as hell wasn't going to sit here with no information. As an afterthought I gesture to the taller blue-shirt. "And what ARE you?" The man raised an eyebrow before coming to stand next to my shoulder. He raised his right hand towards my face and I involuntarily jerked back.
"If you want to know what happens, I suggest you stop acting like a child and allow me to show you." He placed his ring finger and pinkie on my temple while placing his middle and pointer finger at the top of my forehead. "Hold still, I'm about to perform a Vulcan Mind Meld. You may feel a slight pressure at the base of your skull. " He added a sincere amount of pressure through his fingers and onto my head before my vision exploded. Colours dancing everywhere until finally conjoining to create a scene, my scene. I watch from an unknown position as I see my past self reluctantly climb into the tube. From somewhere within my mind I hear the tall blue-shirt man's voice, playing out the situation as I watch. Helpless. Irritatingly helpless.
"Obviously Mr Holmes, you are fully aware that on this day, the 25th of July 2015, World War Three hit the city of London. You and your companion John Watson were evacuated by your elder brother. But what you do not know is this; both Mycroft Holmes and Dr. Watson had prepared for an event such as this, their plan consisted of yourself and Dr. Watson being placed into chryo-genic tubes to sleep through the war. However, due to the stereotypes of the specific tubes that your brother had possessed, they were unable to be pre-set for such a short amount of time. Therefore, your brother came to the conclusion that you must be set to sleep for longer, 247 years to be precise." I watched in disbelief as Mycroft lent over my concealed, motionless body and allowed a single tear to roll down his cheek. The very tear that I had seen him release not 24 hours ago, at least that is what it felt like. It felt like yesterday.
"Seeing as he is a considerable amount older than you, Mycroft thought it appropriate that only you make the journey, to allow the Holmes' family to live on. That was when Star Fleet came in. Star Fleet is the corporation that myself, and the other two gentlemen you met work for. Yours and Watson tubes were allowed into the care of Star Fleet so as to ensure that you were kept safe. However, due to the early departure date of this voyage, we only had time to awaken one of you." My vision exploded again and I blinked rapidly as the white medical bay recreated itself. The tall blue- shirted man was still standing next to my gurney. "And that was you Mr. Holmes. You alone were chosen out of the 75 other chryo-sleep patients to be awoken. Welcome to Star Fleet. My name is Commander Spock and I am your second in command. Before you ask, no I am not fully human; I am half Vulcan on my father's side." He motions to the yellow-shirted man on my left, "this is your Captain. Captain James T Kirk and you will address him as so. The man at the foot of the bed is Doctor McCoy." Seemingly satisfied with his explanation, the 'Vulcan' sighed and stepped back. This is bullshit.
"What do you think I am? Some sort of idiot? Do you mean to tell me that John and I have been asleep for 247 years? And we are now living in the year 2262? I'm sorry, but you're going to have to find a bigger idiot to believe that." I again attempt to get off the gurney to find John and get OUT of this place, but again I am pushed down, much more forcefully this time. The 'Captain' steps up.
"Don't you think you're going anywhere you son of a bitch." I stare at him incredulously, by the look in his eyes it seems that he believe me to be some sort of mad-man. I have to act. Now. I swing my legs up and smash them successfully into the 'Captains" rib-cage. Jumping up I find myself unbalanced and almost fall over. I regain my balance and try to make for the door, until I feel an excruciatingly sharp pain in the crook of my left shoulder and I feel my whole body relax. I just have time to see the Vulcan's satisfied look before everything goes black. Again.
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