The Name is Sherlock Holmes and the Address is 221B Baker Street

Chapter 1- Pilot Chapter

Sherlock
Chapter 1 - Pilot Chapter

Sherlock Holmes hurriedly glanced behind him as he ran around a corner, hoping to lose the group that was on his tail. Turning back to face the direction he was going, he was faced by a much larger problem. He halted on the spot, and heard many running footsteps approach. He looked over his shoulder again, to find the group that was chasing him frozen in place, the fear showing on their face and they slowly fled. Sherlock turned to face his enemy once more.
"Moriarty" he said, not breaking the eye contact he forced upon him. There stood Moriarty, in the middle of the path. Both his hands in the pockets of his fresh suit, and a smirk was on his face.
"Sherlock Holmes" he said, slowly walking towards him.
Blackness.

"Mr. Holmes" a voice said, and Sherlock felt his body shake, slight pressure on his shoulder. He opened his eyes to be greeted by white. Sherlock shut his eyes instantly. The light was too bright for him to keep his eyes open.
"Mr. Holmes!" The woman repeated, "I will not have this with you today!" The woman shook him harder, and he forced his eyes to stay open. It took a few seconds to see clearly, but when he did, he was greeted by a medium sized woman, with short brown hair and blue eyes full of annoyance. "Sit up" She demanded, stepping back from him. Sherlock did so, to do anything else would be costly. He felt a pain growing on his right temple, and he put his hand to it. He pulled it away instantly as a sharp sting spread from that spot. "That's what you get for over dosing, Mr Holmes" She said.
"Who?" Sherlock replied, shuffling back on his white bed. The lights were shining brightly above him, and the walls were a light blue, part of the paint peeling off, due to what looked like fingernail scratches.
"Don't be ridiculous" The woman said. Sherlock turned to face her, confused. "You really over did it with the morphine, didn't you? Or was it when you fell on your head?" She put her hand roughly on the forming bruise and he winced. With pity, she said, "Your name is William Scott Holmes. You've been here for years, not even the slightest bit better" The woman, Sherlock noticed, was wearing a blue uniform,and shiny black shoes.
"My name is Sherlock Holmes." He said, recalling it from his dream. She laughed,
"No no" she shook her head, holding her hand to her mouth, "Sherlock? That's a ridiculous name" she continued to laugh, and she stopped herself. "Right, put out your hand" she instructed. Sherlock did so, and she popped tablets into his hand. She handed him a glass of water, "Now swallow them" she said, carefully watching. Sherlock placed the tablets in his mouth, and swallowed a gulp of the water, which was then snatched away. She stayed there watching him for a few minutes, smirking slightly as blackness slowly took his vision and he put his head on the pillow, and was suddenly unaware of the world around him.

Sherlock opened his eyes, slightly confused to see himself in a different bedroom than before. Shaking the thought off, he stood up and dressed. He walked into the living room of 221B Baker Street, and fear took control of him. A man rushed in, and walked to Sherlock's side.
"Sherlock?" He asked, and he instantly recognised it as John. Sherlock calmed down, before he felt a dizziness overcome him, and he walked to the sofa drunkly,  and collapsed on the sofa.

Sherlock shot up, still sitting, and saw he was back in the blue room again. No nurses. He heard the nurses and health workers rush through the corridors as the shift changed, and then a few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Left-handed male? The door opened and confirmed his suspensions. He was wearing green, and popped his head in, "Breakfast is ready, William" before disappearing into the corridor. Sherlock was about to go outside, when he realised what he was wearing. He shut the door, and walked to the wardrobe. He opened it and glanced inside. Grey tops, grey jogging bottoms and slip on white shoes were stored neatly inside. He sighed, he'd prefer to wear what he was wearing in his dream. He quickly changed, placing the bed gown he was wearing into the laundry basket, before walking into the corridor. He looked in both directions, unsure of which way to go, when someone came from the room opposite and headed down his left. Sherlock followed the person. The girl was around his age and had auburn hair tied messily into a bun. Sherlock paused. She reminded him of someone else. They didn't quite look the same but the hair...

Molly Hooper stood angrily in front of him.
"How dare you throw away-"

Sherlock quickly blinked as someone nudged him out of the way on their way to breakfast. He shook his head slightly and followed. Arriving at the canteen, Sherlock didn't see many people, but it was only a small room. He joined the line at the food queue and held a black plastic tray. He got his breakfast and sat down at a table, using a plastic spoon to eat his cereal. He looked carefully at his surroundings, noticing everything and everyone. A loud bell rang and everybody stood up and left. Sherlock stood, watching as someone walked by him, "Come on!" They said harshly, joining the people who were leaving. Sherlock stood and followed them, curious.
Later on Sherlock sat in a slightly crowded room, where people were doing various activities. The nurses were keeping a close eye on everyone. Sherlock, himself, was sitting at a small table playing chess.
"Check mate" Sherlock sighed, "Again". A bell rang to Sherlock's left, and everyone stood up again, in sync, and headed towards their bedroom. Sherlock went into his room and shut the door, before walking over to his bed. Something was off. Something was completely off. Since when did he-? He shook his head and laid on his bed. He had to think. The door opened. Sherlock looked at the door. A kind looking woman was poking her head through the door,
"Doctor Brooke is here to see you" she said, smiling. She walked through the door, followed by a familiar figure. The smiling face came nearer. Sherlock attempted to get away, but the nurse held him firmly in place, putting a needle into his arm.
"No! No! It's- it's Mori-Moriarty! Jim Moriarty!" Sherlock said, shuffling back from the nurse once the nurse let go. "Jim Moriarty!" Sherlock said louder. Dr Brooke sat next to him,
"William?" He said quietly, reaching a hand towards him, "My name is Richard Brooke. Your doctor. And I have been for the past three years" he said, smiling, "I'm not some villain in your fantasy world" he placed his hand on Sherlock's, "Or in this world. I help. I'm here to help you get better" he said. Sherlock shook his head, and suddenly launched towards Brooke.
"No!" He yelled, trying to knock Brooke over, who seemed very worried and scared.
"Help!" The nurse yelled, standing at the door. A man rushed in with a needle and held Sherlock's arm tightly. Sherlock felt the pinch of the needle, and the world started spinning madly before blacking out. The last thing he saw was Brooke's smiling face.

"Sherlock? Sherlock?" John asked, concerned. Sherlock slowly sat up,
"I'm here, I'm here" he said, the world spinning slightly. John shook his head,
"I know you're here Sherlock" John said, helping his friend to sit up.
"I'm fine" Sherlock said, twisting out of John's grasp and sitting at the other end of the sofa. John sighed and went to sit on the seat opposite.
"Whatever" John picked up the newspaper he was in the process of reading.
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A/N

This was sort of a test chapter so hopefully the other chapters will be longer. Also, hopefully I'll have the next chapter up soon.

Saphiredragon64