The Final Chapter

Waking

"Daddy? Wake up."

I open my eyes to see Hamish and William sitting beside me, both are crying.

"What happened?"

"Uncle Moriarty is here. He hurt us."

My head is pounding, obviously I was drugged again. Hamish looks high as well, he is shaking and sweating.

"Is the door locked? Where is Sherlock?"

"He's downstairs with uncle Moriarty."

"What about the door?"

It opens suddenly to reveal Moriarty.

"Boys, get behind me."

Moriarty takes a careful step towards us, a blood dripping knife in hand. I sit up slowly, still disoriented from the drugs. My cell is by my side, so I slowly push it towards William.

"Call uncle Mycroft. Tell him what's going on. Help Hamish into the bathroom, and don't come out. Uncle Mycroft will get you out when he gets here. I love you."

William grabs the cell from me, jamming it into his pocket before dragging Hamish into the bathroom. I turn back to Moriarty when the lock clicks, fully prepared to die to protect the boys. Williams voice is steady, clearly heard by me through the door. I am suddenly pushed face down onto the ground, Moriarty's weight settling on my back.

"This is going to be fun."

I wince when he pushes a needle into my neck, his weight soon shifts off of me. He rolls me over onto my back, sitting on my waist this time.

"Do you want to see what I did to Sherlock? The first time."

The drug is starting to take effect, making my head spin. Moriarty grabs the knife, slitting open the fabric of my shirt. I manage to knock him off of me as he begins the first cut into my stomach. I realize my gun is tucked into his waistband, just within reach. It falls when I pull it loose, grabbing his attention as it clatters onto the hardwood. He watches me as I struggle to grab the gun off the floor, my movements slow.

"I wouldn't do that if I where you."

He sits back on my waist, retreiving the knife from beside us. I manage to stay mostly silent while he slowly drags the edge of the blade down my stomach. It barely knicks my skin, tracing a thin line of blood down my chest and stomach. A small shadow jumps past us, lunging for the gun. Moriarty lashes out, knocking William to the ground. I manage to grab the gun while they are distracted. William screams when Moriarty slams him against the wall, whimpering as he hits the ground. I hold up the gun, lowering it when the bedroom door slams open.

"Get off of him."

Mycroft runs in, closely followed by Greg. I let go of my gun when Greg and William drop by my side.

"Where are Sherlock and Hamish?"

"Hamish is in the bathroom, just pop the door open."

"Where is Sherlock?"

"I...I dont know."

Mycroft runs over and tells Hamish to back away from the door before he slams his shoulder into it. Hamish cant walk, so Greg pulls him off the floor and carries him outside. I stand slowly, taking Williams hand and walking down the stairs. Mycroft starts searching the upstairs for Sherlock, yelling in frustration at every empty room. He comes back out of our room, dragging Moriarty behind him.

"Where is he? What did you do with Sherlock?"

I wince when he slams Moriarty into the wall, pressing his arm across his throat.

"I will fucking kill you if you don't tell me where he is!"

Moriarty laughs, promising we won't save Sherlock without him. I let go of Williams hand amd start yelling for Sherlock. There is a thick trail of blood starting in the kitchen, leading into the sitting room.

"Sherlock?"

I carefully step into the next room, flicking on the lights quickly. Sherlock is knocked out on the floor, barely breathing. He is lying in a pool of blood, curled on his side. I yell for Mycroft, grabbing William and pulling him out of the room. Moriarty is thrown into the door frame, still laughing at us.

"Leave him, help me get someone in here for Sherlock."

I sit beside Sherlock, trying to find out where the bleeding is coming from. He moves suddenly, eyes fluttering open and fingers clenching.

"Sherlock?"

"John?"

"Yeah, its me. You're going to be okay, Mycroft and Greg brought help."

"Where is Moriarty? And the boys? Is everyone okay?"

"Slow down Sherlock, relax. Lie back down. Its okay."

He is trying to sit up, so I gently push him back down. Mycroft comes back in with a paramedics team, helping me up and making me sit in the car with William. Hamish and Sherlock are already heading to a hospital, both in a questionable state. I pull William closer to my side, trying to quiet him.

"Are they going to be okay?"

"Yes. Both of them will be okay."

Mycroft and Greg jump into the front, driving off quickly. The drive is uneventful, though William notices I am bleeding through my shirt about half way through. I realize it is one of Sherlocks shirts I grabbed before leaving. I pull it off and grab the med kit from Greg, trying to clean the cut that runs down my front. My head is still feeling heavy, making it even nore difficult to focus on anything.

"How much longer until we get there?"

"Just under ten minutes."

I look up and see Mycroft is gripping the stearing wheel tightly, still fighting off tears. William moves back to my side after I pull the shirt back on, curling into a ball.

"Whats going to happen to them?"

"They are going to make it out."

"What are they going to do to the other man?"

I don't answer him, instead looking in the mirror at Mycroft. He shakes his head at me, no one reliable grabbed Moriarty from the house.

"Damn it."

"What's wrong daddy?"

"Nothing. Everything is going to be okay."