What would become of her? The thought wormed its way into Maryn's mind. What would Moriarty do to her? What would happen to Sherlock and John? Would he really kill John? She didn't doubt it. Her insides lurched as she thought of John lying dead on the floor, cold and still, never to move again. Oh what's the point anymore? Shouldn't she just let things fall into place? Her brother might not kill, he'd eventually forgive her and she'd start working for him again. She could forget all about Sherlock and…John

Oh, who was she kidding? She cared. She cared far more than she should have. She couldn't stand this, why did she care so much about people she had just met barely a week ago? Why couldn't she shake this feeling, and why for god sake's did she start crying every time she imagined what her brother was doing to John?

She didn't have answers to any of these questions and that's drover her insane. She had to find a way to save them but, who was going to save her?

"Sherlock" asked John quietly, breaking the silence that had been looming for almost ten minutes now "What's going to happen?"

Sherlock opened his mouth to speak but promptly closed it again. He didn't have an answer, he looked all around the small room they were in for some sort of sign but all he saw was the same thing he had seen over the last two hours. Brick walls, a giant mirror, an intercom, a security camera and two TVs hanging in the top corners next to the mirror, and that gave Sherlock ideas but none he could tell to John.

"Still can't say I don't know?" the mocking voice of Moriarty sounded over the intercom in the room, Sherlock narrowed his eyes at the mirror that Moriarty was so obviously on the other side of.

John shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he calculated his and Sherlock's chances for survival. A flash of panic crossed his eyes when he calculated Maryn's. Higher chance than him but any chance that she might get hurt made his head go fuzzy and he hated that.

"Haven't needed to" Sherlock smiled at the mirror trying not to feel silly grinning at his own reflection.

"Of course not, so tell me Sherlock, what's going to happen next?" Moriarty's voice dripping with arrogance and sarcasm, and he smiled to himself when he saw Sherlock had no answer. "Johnny-boy, any guesses?" once again silence.

"Right, well we're going to play a little game" Moriarty's voice was over-excited "A game of choices"

Just then a couple of Moriarty's employees casually strolled into the room holding Sherlock and John.

"Me" Sherlock said immediately almost in unison with John whom also said "Me"

The guards didn't even pretend to listen to what Sherlock and John were saying they just untied John from the chair, retied his hands behind his back and dragged him out of the room, the whole time trying to ignore the protests from Sherlock whom seemed to be completely failing at getting out of the binds around his hands and feet. John struggled but couldn't manage to get away from the oversized oafs.

And he was alone again; Sherlock couldn't help but feel as alone as he did before John at the moment even though he knew John was just outside that door. In fact, he felt lonelier because now he knew what it was like not to feel lonely and the feeling hurt a hundred times more, not that Sherlock would ever admit to that.

"I thought you said this was a game of choices" Sherlock called out to what seemed to him like no one.

"Oh it is, but the game hasn't started quite yet" The pleasure in Moriarty's voice made Sherlock sick and he vowed not to give in to whatever Moriarty's plan was "But it will start now"

As Moriarty said this both the TVs in the room turned on, both the images were black and white and each showed one person in their own personal room, actually it looked more like a cell. The sound was crackly but he could hear the breathing of both occupants.

"John" whispered Sherlock looking at one screen that held the visual of his best friend looking a bit out of it, he was no longer tied up but he seemed a bit disoriented, his eyes shifted to the other "Maryn" She wasn't disoriented she was pacing, she was walking around her cell while muttering incoherent words to herself.

"Now I'm sure by now you've figured out the game Sherlock, if not I'm going to be sorely disappointed" Moriarty's abnormally high voice rang out.

"You want me to choose" said Sherlock his voice clear, and free of hesitation "Who lives and who dies"

"Very good Sherlock, very, very good" Moriarty said gleefully "As we speak each room is being filled with a toxic gas, it takes about 7 minutes to kill a person, sort of like 7 minutes in heaven but more like 7 minutes until heaven, well in John's case anyway"

"You'd kill your own sister?" asked Sherlock attempting to humanize Moriarty

"She's not my sister anymore" Moriarty said flatly "You have six minutes to choose now, tick, tock, tick, tock"

Sherlock watched the screens for any sign of any way either of them could escape, Maryn was the first to notice something wrong, Sherlock saw her sniff the air a couple of times before beginning to panic.

"JIM! JIM! OPEN THE DOOR!" she called out rushing to the locked door and pulling it forward with all her strength "JIM!"

"You're sister's calling for you Jim" Sherlock once again attempted to tap into the consulting criminals emotions while, at the same time, holding onto his own.

"Sherlock" Sherlock cringed when he heard John's voice "Sherlock! Sherlock where are you?"

"And it seems your pet is calling for you, Sherlock" Sherlock could hear the smile in Moriarty's voice "You'd better choose soon or else they'll both be gone"

Sherlock heard Maryn cough, followed by John doing the same action, Sherlock's mind was going into over drive for the next two minutes thinking of all and any other options.

"Jim!" Maryn called out again, her voice raspy "Sebastian" she took a moment to breath "Sherlock!" Sherlock's hands twitched at the sound of his name but Moriarty didn't see that. Maryn fell to the floor no longer able to hold herself up "John" she whispered.

"Sherlock!" John's voice was raspy as well "Sherlock! Maryn!" John coughed violently leaning on the wall in order to stay standing.

"Stop it" Sherlock demanded.

"Well that's up to you isn't it? This is, as they say, your party" Moriarty smiled at the amount of power he had in his hands right now "Three minutes"

Sherlock battled with himself for the next few moments, he weighed the pros and cons, the possible consequences, the probable outcomes and the aftermath while trying to ignore his own emotions.

"Just over one minute Sherlock" Moriarty reminded, "Would you like me to choose for you?"

"John" Sherlock looked away from his own reflection not able to look at himself "I choose John"

"Unsurprising" Moriarty said.

Sherlock watched the door to John's cell open as he was grabbed by Moriarty's thugs and dragged out of the room and out of view but Maryn remained.

"Jimmy" rasped Maryn both Sherlock and Moriarty were silent as the young woman spoke "I'm sorry"

The video then cut out and Sherlock didn't see anymore, but he didn't have time to dwell on it because just the John was thrown into his room, the guards didn't bother to tie John up again, he was too weak to even bother to try and escape anyway.

"John" Sherlock spoke clearly "John are you alright? John tell me, are you alright?"

"Yes" John wheezed, managing to pull himself up so he could sit upright "I'm okay, what happened?"

"Moriarty was filling your room with toxic gas" explained Sherlock quickly not wanting to get into it.

"What did you have to choose?" breathed John. Sherlock didn't respond, causing John to panic slightly "Sherlock? What did you have to choose?"

"John I-" Sherlock paused not able to finish the sentence.

"It was her wasn't it?" John said quietly, Sherlock didn't need to say anything "He killed her, he killed Maryn"

Sherlock pressed his lips together not sure exactly what to say to his best friend.

"Son of a bitch!" John yelled, well as best he could in his condition, he tried to jump to his feet but ended up wobbling and falling back down "You sick bastard! You killed your own sister?!"

"Technically, the gas killed her" Moriarty's voice was flat.

John wanted to yell, he wanted to scream at Moriarty, he wanted to strangle him, to kill him in violent ways, to make him feel pain but John was in no position to do any of those things.

Now what? They quite literary had no way of escaping. The only one who could have possibly helped was Maryn Moriarty.

And Maryn Moriarty was dead.

A/N: thank you for the reviews; it inspired me to write this as soon as possible! I hope you guys like this chapter please tell me what you think!