Sherlock, Why Didn't You Tell Me?

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When Mary woke up, John was no longer lying on the couch- She became worried, but then she heard a clatter in the kitchen. She arose slowly, and walked into the kitchen to see John, muttering to himself while watching the kettle warm. He had his hands folded like a praying mantis, and looked like a lunatic. When Mary walked on a creaky board, John jumped and flew back. She held out her hands lovingly, and held him tight. He buried his face in her shoulder and began to weep. "Mary, what if he dies? I will not be able to live with myself." He said, stopping because of his tears. "John, it is not your fault at all- you did everything you could." They continued to hug for a long time, until finally the squealing of the kettle interupted them. John broke off, and grabbed his coat. "I'm going to see Sherlock- I cannot wait any longer." Mary nodded and began to poor the water. "Go ahead- I'll be here." He sprinted out the door and hailed a cab. When the cab pulled in to the hospital, John became nervous. When he walked in, he asked for information. The kind nurse looked at him and said "The doctor will be out to see you in a minute." John would have stood up to wait, but he became dizzy and had to sit down. When a Doctor came into the room, John arose abruptly, but regretted it immediately. The doctor could obviously sense his uneasy self, so he motioned him to sit down. "H-ho- how is he?" John stuttered. "He's alive, but in a coma." The Doctor said. John sighed, and buried his face in his hand. "He is lucky to be alive- his heart completely stopped." John breathed deeply and asked "How long until he wakes up you think?" The doctor nodded and said "There is no telling- his heart pace slows and quickens often. We think it may be night terrors. Do you know anything along those lines that may help us?" John nodded and eventually said "Yes, he has a mind palace. It could be filled with horrible sights he's pushed away." The doctor looked confused, but nodded. "Ok then, we'll look into that..." He walked away, though John knew he didn't believe him. He stood up and said "It's like a storage compartment for his thoughts. I know it makes zero sense, but its true." The doctor looked a little more convinced, but he continued to walk away. John sighed and sat down. The chair was incredibly uncomfortable, but John didn't fidget.

When Sherlock fluttered his eyes open, his body was numb. He felt chocked by the tubes in his mouth, and cold from the IV's in his forearm. He wanted to struggle, but he found he couldn't. His arms were pinned and so were his ankles. Within his mind, he deduced he had had multiple seizures, otherwise they wouldn't have pinned him. He didn't want to, but he began to violently cough. He was awake, and the ventilator was next to useless. The machines next to him began to beep violently. A doctor walked in and switched a nob. Soon, Sherlock's world began to close into darkness.

When he awoke again, he didn't have a ventilator, just an oxygen mask. A different person came in, but Sherlock Recognized him. It was Luke, in a doctors coat. "How'd you get that?" Sherlock asked. "Anyone will give you anything at gunpoint Sherlock. Don't You know that?" he pulled a vile out of his coat pocket. Only Sherlock's Arms were pinned now, which made it easy for Luke to inject the clear liquid into His arm. "I need answers. When this kicks in, I'll come back and chat." He grinned and walked out like nothing had happened.

Soon, John walked in. Sherlock was very tired, but he chose to ignore it. "Sherlock, I thought you were dead." John said. Sherlock nodded. "So did I... I don't Particularly like it." They chuckled. "They will be releasing you later on today, as soon as they fill your prescription, and give you an overall checkup." Sherlock nodded. "I need to go, Your parents invited me and Mary to dinner tonight, and it would be incredibly rude to be late. See you later." He walked out, leaving Sherlock alone with his thoughts, which were incredibly annoying. Now he remembered why he never shared his feelings; Everyone took an inch and turned it into a mile. After much contemplating, he decided to move to Columbia. The crime rate was high there, and he could live in solitude. But then after more thinking he decided. He could Not leave Miss Hudson, or John. His brother would probably murder him on the way there anyway. After much more thought, He laid his head back, and went to sleep.

After he was discharged, he made his way home. His phone was filling up with texts, missed calls and people wanting him to attend social obligations. He turned his phone off, and made some tea. When the tea hit his throat, his arms began to burn. He sat it down. His entire body now burned. "Must be a side affect, I should get some rest." He said. When he laid down, his entire body began to burn unbearably. "Luke." He whispered. After he said it, his door creaked open. "Feeling it yet Sherlock? Good- I need some questions answered, and I have found that you are the only one with these answers. Or at least, a way to get them." Sherlock sighed, he had fallen victim, simply because he was a sitting duck in the hospital. "What did you do to me?" He said, trying to fight back the pain. "I, have given you a toxicant- In order to make the burning stop, you'll need the antidote. So, let's get started shall we?" Sherlock got up and moved to his armchair. "Please, Do start." Luke folded his hands and paced the floor. "I trust you with this information, not at gunpoint, but at John's. Keep that in mind if inspector Lestrade comes around poking his nose into other peoples buisness. I have eyes everywhere, so you will not get away with it." He cracked his knuckles. "Let's start. I have a "grudge" Per say on someone in high socioty. He is one of the head leaders of the S.U.S.;  Sociopaths under survalience. Except, that isn't what he does. He makes you live in crumby homes under constant survalence until you prove you can be moved to the feild. I had a girl, her name was Amity. She was part of the program- I actually met her there. After a few years, they took her. We had a baby.  They moved her onto the feild, just for her to be shot on the first crime scene she encountered. When I found out the news, I knew I had to keep Sam safe- They were convinced it ran in familys, and they would take her. They just mailed the two week notice for me- I am to be experimented on. They won't find anything, except blood, guts, and brain waves like anyone Else. Really, I am not a bad man. I have only done a few things to make everyone's lives better- Including Sam. consider this a warning, Sherlock; don't Elt let them find you. Anyway he happens to also be the prime minister of Brittain. Perri Brightman is his name, and he deserves to die. No matter what anyone tells me, he does. So what I need from you, you may ask? well, I need to know when he goes out, when he walks in the garden, what his schedule is, when he is free, when the SIA looks the other way, I want to know. So what do you know?" Sherlocks brow was covered with sweat now, and his teet were clenched. He groaned and laid down into the corner of the chair. "I can not tell you much, I have zero access to any of that. but I can tell you three things. One; observation can go a long way. I suggest you watch them, see what makes them tick and anything else you want to know." Luke cut him off. "What else?!" Sherlock groaned and took a breath. "Two; if anything happens to you, I will watch over Sam. I will protect her with my life. Not that I wish you to be taken, but I know the inevetably. Three; My brother may be able to be convinced. Let me have a few minutes with him, and I may be able to arrange some things." Luke pulled out another serum. "Thanks Sherlock. Remember, you are being watched. Go talk to your brother, and get back with me. Here you go." He handed the vial to Sherlock. "Have fun with the side affects!" Sherlock gulped down pain and called mycroft. "Mycroft, come here please, I need to talk to you." He hung up the phone and injected the serum.

When Mycroft arrived, Sherlock was vomitting his guts up in the toilet, trying to avoid swallowing any of it. When he emerged, Mycroft was stood at the door. "Are you okay?" He said. "Yeah, just side affect of the antidote Luke Gave me." Mycroft struck Sherlock in the stomach with his umbrella, and Sherlock grabbed his stomach. He threw up a little in his mouth, and Mycroft backed up, as if preparing for him to spew. He chuckled, "Ah, it's just like when we were children." Sherlock straightened his back, and motioned him to follow him to the living room. He plumped himself in the chair, and began to talk. "I need you to spy on the Brittish Prime Minister for me." Mycroft looked around, as if He thought it was a practical joke. "At least we got to the point!" he said, laughing. Sherlock's face stayed stiff, and Mycroft realized this was no joke. "Sherlock, ifYou know I cannot do that, Why do you even ask?" Sherlock grabbed his stomach- He knew he may have to display emotion. "It was Luke- He threatened John's Life. If it was me, I would let him kill me, but nobody else." Mycrofts eyes softened, but his heart stayed hard. "I'm sorry Sherlock." He said, rising out of his seat. "I simply cannot do that." He opened the front door. "Sherlock, I care for you, and I honestly like John. but I cannot risk that much to clear a silly threat." He walked out. Sherlock groaned, and let his Faint, pale body fall into the side of his chair. His eyelids became heavy. He decided to give in, for there was no reason staying awake.