The Halfway Escape

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(Sherlock)

The room was spinning uncontrollably, and John couldn't help me anymore. Jim and Seb had grabbed tools from the table and were closing the distance between us rapidly. John had crouched down next to me, and was holding my hand, trying to get me to stay awake. I looked quickly over at the door and saw that it was open. I gestured weakly to the door, and John seemed to understand. He helped me stand up, and supported me almost completely. Then, we made a run for it. We reached the door, and John threw me out, before slamming the door shut after one last glance at me.

"JOHN!!" I screamed as loudly as possible. Why had he done that? We were so close to making it out together. I looked around for something to support me, and saw the edge of a chair. I managed to pull myself up, and scanned the room for a phone. Spotting one, I shuffled over to it and dialed Lestrade's number. After the 5th ring, he picked up.

"Greg speaking, who's this?" I almost sobbed in relief.

"Graham, thank goodness, it's Sherlock. Get over to the old hospital now!" I barked, before hanging up to ensure he didn't ask any questions.

"Ok, ok, ok," I muttered to myself. I had to go make sure that John was ok. Before I was even halfway there, I collapsed onto the hard floor, and the room got completely black.

(John)

I knew that Sherlock wouldn't last any more torture, so when he pointed out the open door I was immensely relieved. After shoving him out, I slammed the door shut so he'd have time to escape. Even the pain in his eyes wasn't enough to make me think about reconsidering, and after 5 seconds, I turned back to the room. The sight I was greeted with was Jim Moriarty looking at me like I was a piece of meat, and Seb holding his screwdriver like it was a lifeline. 

"Well, well, well. I'm guessing that you would like to be spared, but unfortunately I already promised Seb that he could hurt you. Of course, that doesn't mean we can't have some fun before." He said in that deep voice that made me very uncomfortable. I snarled, and he seemed to see that I would harm him if he even thought about touching me. His grin slipped a bit, but he just gestured to Seb to get started.

"Wait!" I was desperate to buy Sherlock some time. "I won't fight if you leave Sherlock alone." Even though it was probably not worth anything, I had to try to keep Sherlock safe. Jim cocked his head, as if considering it.

"How about this... I'll leave your precious Sherlock alone, under one condition. You do exactly what I tell you for the next, oh lets say 20 minutes." My breathing hitched, and I started sweating profusely. This offer sounded too good to be true, but also, I had to think about all the damage he could cause. I shook my head no before my love for Sherlock could interfere with my head. Jim took a second, before he replied.

"Fine, how about I'll leave Sherlock alone if you play a game with me." His eyes were glinting mischievously, but if it helped Sherlock whatever it was had to be worth it. I swallowed, but agreed.

"Great! Let's go into another room so that your darling Sherlock won't interrupt." I reluctantly followed Jim into the old examination room, and Seb followed behind, looking at Jim like he didn't know what was happening. That was probably a good sign, as Jim wasn't following the script and I might not be tortured. Jim turned to face me.

"Alright Johnny, lets get started." He said as he licked his lips.

(Sherlock)

I woke up to the sound of the siren wailing. I slowly scanned my surroundings, and saw that I was in the back of an ambulance. Lestrade was sitting next to me, with his hand on my shoulder. By the look on his face, I didn't look very good. When he noticed I was awake, he said something that I couldn't hear. I tried my best to show him that I didn't understand, but he just shook his head and I gave up.

 After a few minutes, we arrived at our destination, but as they were unloading me, I passed out again,my last though being of John.

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