A Cross in Time

Experiments

Holmes POV

I sit staring out the window, the scenery moving by as a flash. By now it's just fields. I wouldn't have been able to keep track anyhow, I don't know what it was, but they managed to drug me. I don't feel anything, all my senses numbed. It's strange, your only feeling being that of peace. I can't remember when or even how I got in this car. All I can sort out from my thoughts is that this is wrong. These are not good people.

"Just how long has it been Holmes? Three months?"

I manage to turn my head towards to the voice. My brain slowly registers through the fog that the voice belongs to Lord Ikrum. I give him a blank stare, trying to register his question.

"…Two and a half." I mumble looking out the window again.

"Ah, I see you're not completely lost."

There's another long pause before I manage to say, almost incoherently,

"What, drug?"

"Even in your state you're still evermore curious, aren't you?" He says turning my head back to face him.

I look him straight in the eye. I have a feeling it does nothing but make me look stupid.

"That look is very unbecoming of you Holmes."

I was right.

"You must forgive me for what will happen next. You will have to be forced unconscious for the rest of the time until you are at the compound." He says placing a mask over his face and giving a nod to someone in the front seat.

I hear a hiss. I slowly start to close my eyes, not trying to fight it. My eyes seal shut and I become oblivious to the outside world, except some sounds.

Lestrade's POV

"What do we do?" Luca asks.

"What can we do?" I restate.

"Not much really." Watson says.

"Hill." One word leaves my mouth.

"What?" Jamie asks.

"How does that help you?" Cam asks right after Jamie.

"Hill can help. We just have to call her!" Watson says catching my thoughts.

"You mean, Deputy Director Hill? That Hill? Hate to say it but, she doesn't really get along well with teenagers. After having to train us, even though we chose to be dancers instead." Jamie says.

"How could you call her anyway? You'd have to call S.H.I.E.L.D. then go through many operators to be hung up on." Cam says.

"Not necessarily. She gave us her number, for emergencies." I reply.

"How do you know it works?" Jen asks calmly.

"We call her at least once a week, just to talk." Watson mumbles.

"Okay? Ignoring that fact, how do you have her number?" Cam asks with a weird look.

"She looked after us when we first arrived in your time." I reply.