Everybody falls (ON HOLD)

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

John had gone missing last night . Sherlock couldn't help but blame himself , he didn't protect John . Sherlock couldn't think as to where John was , the fear of losing him was clouding his thoughts , maybe Mycroft was right , maybe caring was a disadvantage . He opened his eyes and looked towards the floorboard that he knew the box was hidden under . His flat had never been clean , no matter what John and Mrs Hudson thought .  Lestrade had always been more suspicious , because he'd seen Sherlock much more during the times he was using and he saw how much Sherlock had needed the drugs and how much he missed them when they were gone , he knew how sneaky Sherlock could be , but he had never found them , ever .

He walked over to the floorboard and sat next to it . No , John wouldn't want him to do it . As he was about to stand up , he just couldn't , he just couldn't move as this feeling of hopelessness fell over him . He ripped up the floorbard from the side he had left undone . 

He grabbed the needle, already filled and shoved it into his arm . He puched the stuff into him and sat on the floor , trembling for the rest of the night . 

( 6 days later ) 

Sherlock hadn't eaten since Johns dissapearance , he had barely moved from his chair . He couldn't figure out where John was . He was baffled , hopeless . 

Sherlock then heard something odd , footsteps in his flat , even Mrs Hudson had left him alone  after he had an outburst at her . He wanted to feel guilty ...but it just wouldn't come , he was going back to the days before John .  

So who was in his flat ? He opened his eyes and saw the man he loathed the most stood in front of him . 

Sherlock closed his eyes tight , he's not here , not here . 

" Oh Sherlock ! Sherlock" he said in a sing song voice . 

Not here , not here . 

" Sherlock look at me..." he said in a darker voice .

Not here , not here . 

He punched Sherlock in the face . 

OK he was here . 

Sherlock opened his eyes again . The man was stood there with a sickening grin . 

" Hello son , are you not going to say anything nice to me , i've barely seen you since prison..., your little boyfriend is a stubborn one aint he ? Wont do anything we tell him to , not that that has turned out well for him " 

Sherlock felt the  rage burn inside him . 

" What have you done with JOHN! WHERE HAVE YOU GOT HIM?"

The man just laughed , Sherlock , just ...he ....couldn't do this . He was going ...his brain couldn't hold up , he felt like he was watching himself lose it  . 

" getting a bit desperate are we Sherlock , huh son ? The best thing is , I can tell you exactly where he is because 1 , if you try and send anyone there , i'll kill John and 2 , even if you try and go alone , you wont be able to stand it there , you'll have an attack , be caught , and dundundudndun i'll kill John " 

Sherlock knew exactly where John was  , and his dad thought  that Sherlock couldn't go back there . But he was clearly , clearly underestimating Sherlock . And with that Sherlock smiled internally he could save John , but for him to just be there was too easy , Sherlock knew how much his dad wanted to hurt him , and because his dad had revealed to much of that , he knew exactly what room John was in , in exactly what place ....