His Return and Her Fall ((Parent!Lock))

Chapter Seven - You Shall Not Pass

Hold your breath. It hurts like Hell, but hold your breath...

That was all she could think, hearing the screaming from downstairs. Lips pressed tightly together and tears forming in her eyes, she hears Sherlock let out a final scream before everything went quiet again. Her heart pounds in her head, her lungs aching, her joints locked in place. Everything hit her hard, the sounds of her Father, Sherlock Holmes, shot dead just below the floor boards.

"Did," John says, at first, shaking his head and shutting his eyes, "Did you... finish your plate?"

"Don't speak," she hisses, voice shaken. There was already enough death in the midst, now this was too much. "Be quiet. For Dad..."

John looks up to her, sitting on the foot of the bed and nods, rubbing the ring slid onto his left hand and letting the tears fall down his face. They wait for what seems like forever, the boy below the bed had fallen asleep again.

The two still awake look to each other as the familiar sounds of the lock being undone of the front door echoes through the flat. It wasn't midnight yet, but it was close enough. Footsteps make the two stop. Stop breathing, stop thinking, stop wishing to live. They stay there, looking to the door.

Thump, thump, thump, the door calls, knuckles hitting the door. "Open up!" the voice of James Moriarty says on the other side. "Open up or I will kill each and every one of you at first sight, no mercy..."

He holds out his words, Haley twitching and nearly loosing her footing. Jim nods to the beefy men behind him, sliding out of the way as they bust down the door. John flinches, Haley shutting her eyes and hugging the wall as best she could. Wait, she thinks, there's a crawlspace right next to me in the wall. Maybe I-

"Well," Jim says with a smile, looking up to her, You are just like your Father, aren't you. Or should I said, was, like your father?"

"Shut up!" she screams at him, John hoisted up and somewhat held above the floor, grunting in pain from the men's grips.

"Haley, just stay calm," John tries to coax, Jim smilng with his dead, hearless, emotionless eyes.

"Yes, Haley Jane Holmes-Watson... Stay calm. I'm only going to hurt you a little bit," he says walking to the wall and hitting it hard with his fist, making her scream in fear of letting go. She claws at the wall, finding the edge of the opening, but not being able to pull it off.

"I have to code!" John shouts, the man looking to him. "I have the code. I have it. Okay? I have it."

"Tell me..."

"19473788TheBrain7739." John only says it once, shaking and looking to Haley who sighs, clutching her chest tightly and wincing. She was about to have an attack, he could tell. "You have the code, now let me go and give her her inhaler."

"No," Jim says, writing the code down on a piece of paper and looking back to the girl against the wall above the door. "Let her die. I don't care about her enough... Go get the laptop," he says to one of the men, leaving John in the grip of the other. The man walks out, returning with the laptop and setting it on the bed.

James types it in, Haley's lungs stopping their wheezing as she grabs her inhaler and takes the dosage, sighing deeply as her heart races more. It's silent for a while, James typing the code again and then picking up the laptop, dropping it to th floor. "You're a useless piece of shit," he growls to John, putting the gun to his forehead.

"No! Don't hurt him! Just take me and let him live!" she screams and begs, dropping down and tearing him from hs spot on th floor. John tries to protest, but is silenced by a gag stuffed into his mouth. "Please, don't hurt hi. Just take me, let him go."

"Are you going to make me more babies, then?" he asks, grabbing her jaw and leaning into her face. "Because your daddy killed my only son?"

She shakes her head, Moriarty clawing into her skin. She whimpers, pushing him away.

"I can't have kids. I don't have that blessing. Family genes fucking me over, yet again..."

John sighs, shutting his eyes to look away from what would happen.

"Good," he says with a smile. "You're my new fuck-toy. Bound by the wrists," he says in a sing-song voice, grabbing her bony hands and swaying them to the side, "knife at your neck," he says, spinning her around and putting his elbow around her throat, "And all mine to do with as I please..."

She cries out a bit, trying to escape him, but failing to do so. She sighs, falling limp in his arms and giving up, "Fine. As long as they are alive, you may do with me as you please..." John suddenly jolts, held back by the men. "Just don't leave too many scars."

James nods, grabbing her hand and pulling her out with a laugh. "Have fun on your lonesome with the boy, Johnathan Hamish Holmes-Watson! Boys, let's go," he growls, walking out with Haley following sadly. John falls to the floor, pulling out the gag and looking to the door, barely hanging on it's hinges.

"Haley!" he screams, standing unsteadily and running out of the room, welcomed by an empty flat and the cold, lifeless body of his husband upon the sofa. "Oh my God, Sherlock!"

He runs to the man, kneeling beside him and hitting his face lightly, trying to get him to wake. He takes hi wrist between his fingers and thumb, feeling a faint pulse. "Sherlock," he whispers with a little o the life back into his warm, brown eyes. "Sherlock, stay with m please. Please stay with me. Hamish! Call a bus!" he screams back, the boy running out and grabbing the phone with a crying scowl.

"Sherlock? Sherlock..."