Taken (phan)

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Dan had been sitting on the cold tile floor in the hallway of the station, just about to pass out and fall asleep when he heard the scream. It send shivers down his spine and he clumsily climbed to his unsteady feet, racing into the bathroom. Luckily he wasn't the only one who had that idea, because a random police officer had followed suit, kicking up each stall door with his foot, one hand hovering over the gun in his pocket. It was creepy how fast he moved, instinct and years of training kicking in.

Almost immediately help flooded into the bathroom, about 5 girls and boys alike searching for the producer of the scream. The only locked stall was the big, handicap one at the far end of the bathroom. The guy who had ran into the bathroom first motioned to the rest of the group to be silent by placing a single finger to his pink lips. Everyone else, who had been mostly quiet before, obliged.

He knocks on the door, and Dan's eyes look to the floor, under the door. Sure enough their are two pairs of feet resting on the tile, one of them wearing the same exact sneakers as Phil. Dan struggled to breath against the lump in his throat and his blood ran cold. A scream lodged in his throat, desperate for an escape.

"Open up or I'll shoot." The police officer announced, slowly inching his gun from his pocket. The other officers followed suit.

"Shoot, and I'll kill him." Said a deep voice from behind the wall. Dan's eyes widened as he slowly started to realize who was in their will Phil.

"David!" He screeched, before slapping a trembling hand to his mouth in shock. Some of the people turned to stare, while the others refused to take their eyes off of the dirty stall door.

"Now c'mon..." The officer said pulling his gun out the rest of the way and aiming it at the door which stood between Dan and Phil. "You don't wanna do that do you?" His voice was calm and smooth, yet harsh at the same time. He meant business, but he didn't want Phil to get hurt, or worse killed.

"Y-yes I do!" David cried out, his voice trembling. "If I can't have him no one will!" He sounded deadly serious.

Dan had to physically bite his lip to keep himself from screaming at those words. Phil was a person, not an object.

"Kid..." Said another officer, her gun firmly in her steady strong hands. Long blonde hair fell down her right shoulder in a tight braid, not a strand of hair out of place. "Open up or we might end up killing you both..." Her icy blue eyes proved she meant business. Their wasn't a shred of worry within them.

"No!" Dan screamed, his body working before his mind could process what the lady had been doing. He didn't hesitate to ram his shoulder into her body and knock her to the ground with a yelp. Almost instantly hands locked around his wrists and pulled the squirming boy back. "Don't fucking touch Phil!" Dan screamed viciously, thrashing to escape the bonds that held him back.

"That must be Dan huh?" David asked surprisingly calm, sending the brown haired boy back into reality and he stop struggling. "Always protecting Phil, your precious little boy toy. Well how do you feel knowing their is nothing you can do now? Phil's mine." Dan flinched at those words, David's cockiness fueling his anger. Hands still held him in place, keeping him routed to the spot and his sanity, but if not for the painfully strong grips Dan didn't know how he would be reacting to this sudden turn in events.

"You... You helped us..." Dan muttered, barley a whisper. "You helped us escape. You helped Phil! Why the sudden change?! What did we-I do?!" Slowly, his voice grew louder and louder, echoing through the bathroom in a scream. The officers tightened their grip on Dan's wrist and he hissed in pain.

David didn't answer for a long time. No one talked. The only sound to be heard was the ones from outside the bathroom and Phil's labored breathing.

"Oh Dan...." David whispered finally, but before he could finish a bullet flew threw the air and shot a hole through the lock, causing the bathroom door to swig inwards, showing a terrified Phil, and an even more scared David.

Heads whipped around to see where the bullet had come from, and none other then Sherlock was standing in the door way, a smoking gun in his hand, and an angry John behind him. "What's taking so long?" He asked Dan who made some unintelligent mumbled words in response, finally slipping his hands out of the officers, who's grips had gone slack from shock.

The police officer who had been taking control of the situation spluttered, and shook his head, eyes wide in shock. "Y-you can't just do that!" He screamed but his words went unnoticed, because David had tried to run, letting go of Phil and plowing over Dan who let out a screech of pain as he crashed to the floor, bring the boy down with him.

In an instant police officers were all over David, pulling him to his feet and slapping cuffs on his hands as he gingerly fought to escape. Dan's ears rang and he waited until the others left the bathroom before pushing himself to his unsteady feet. John was squatting next to Phil who sat on the cold hard bathroom floor, trembling. "Are you hurt?" The doctor asked gently and looked over Phil who shook his head no, eyes wide, black hair a mess.

Dan stumbled towards Sherlock and didn't hesitate to wrap the older man in a hug. Sherlock lifted his hands in the air, unsure of what to do with them and looked down on the boy unsteadily. "What are you doing?" He asked calmly.

"Th-thanking you." Dan stuttered and pulled away, blushing slightly, and feeling uncomfortable. "Sorry."

"Uum... It's okay I think?" Sherlock answered, a small smile on his lips.