John Watson the slave, Sherlock Holmes the master.

Chapter 5

I sat there for a moment trying to take it in, Harry couldn't be dead, my sister was the only reason I was putting myself through this. My first emotion was grief but then it very quickly got replaced with rage, anger and hatred. Mycroft said she would be looked after, he lied.

"HOW COULD YOU LET THIS HAPPEN!" I yelled slamming my fists on the desk and standing up, "YOU SAID YOU WOULD PROTECT HER!"

"Heel John," Mycroft said after my outburst.

I collapsed to the ground from the shock and my rage quickly dissipated into nothingness; in the pain I realised I wasn't really angry at Mycroft, I was angry at myself for trusting him. Those were the only thoughts going through my head other then how bad the pain was. I refrained from screaming but I couldn't help from writhing on the floor in agony as it consumed my entire being. It was only after a minuet did I realise Mycroft had said, "Pain off," It was almost as if it hadn't registered in my head but when it did I was confused if Mycroft had stopped the pain why was I still feeling it. Then I realised the pain wasn't coming from the collar, it was coming from my own thoughts, I was torturing myself.

After I realised this I managed to control myself and come back to my senses. I looked up and saw Mycroft towering over me hands behind his back. "Please come and sit back down we have a lot to talk about," He said before walking back to the table and taking a seat.

After I was sure I could stand I went and walked over to him and took a seat. If Harry was dead what would become of me?

"Thank you, anyway as I was saying, your sister is dead but that leaves us with a little problem. What do we do with you? Well the answer is simple, you remain a slave. There was nothing in the contract that says anything about if your sister dies. Now because you signed up for this for life it means there is little I can do for you. You will remain Sherlock's slave" Mycroft looked me straight in the eyes and for the first time it wasn't just his cold heart I saw. I saw compassion, he really did care. He didn't care much but the feeling was there.

"Are you sure there is no other..." My voice broke, I couldn't continue.

Mycroft seemed to understand what I was asking because a moment later he said, "Even if there was some loop hole that would allow me to set you free I wouldn't be able to remove that collar that is embedded in your brain. I'm afraid you signed up for this for life and now you have to live with the consequences."

"But how could Harry die, I did everything you asked." I asked Mycroft confused.

"She was doing well but then she slipped out a window in the bathroom and was found the next day dead, we did everything we could but it wasn't our fault. There are only two people you can blame for this, Harry and yourself. Now if you would kindly show yourself out the car is waiting. Don't try to run on the way back to Baker Street, if you decide to then your collar will give you pain until you decide to go back home. Good bye," Mycroft said with a forced smile then turned away and left.

I took him on his word that I couldn't run away. What was the point anyway, I had no where to go. I walked slowly to the car and within half an hour I was at the apartment. I walked inside and was met by Mrs Hudson.

"Oh hello John, I was wondering where you were. What's wrong?" She asked walking over to me concerned.

"My... my sister... Harry... she's dead." I stuttered emotionally, then went upstairs before Mrs Hudson could reply.

When I entered the apartment I was surprised by the time, it was almost 7 o'clock, it hadn't felt like much time had passed. I looked around the flat to find Sherlock but he was no where in sight. In the end I decided to get some sleep, I didn't care that I hadn't been given permission, I didn't care that I should stay up to make Sherlock dinner, none of that mattered any more! From now on I was going to fight this enslavement with all of my being. I went up to my room and fell asleep immediately on the bed, tomorrow would be a long painful day.