Stuck in a web {BBC Sherlock}

Teamwork?

The next day I was standing in the cell, my arms chained to the wall above my head. Vladamir was standing in front of me, what looked like a red hot poker in his hand.

"This will all be over soon." He grinned at me, taking a step towards me. I didn't say a word, and stared defiantly into his eyes. He held the 'poker' up to my face, just below my eye. I could feel the heat, even though it was about 10cm away.

It got closer, and the heat intensified. I suddenly realised what he was doing.

He was going to take half my face off, just like my brother did to him.

I suddenly felt very ill. The hunger and cold crept up on me all at once and I leant my head back against the wall, flopping against the chains. Unfortunately Vladamir thought it was an attempt to get away from the poker, and laughed.

The red hot rod kissed my cheek, and I was temporarily blinded in one eye. I screamed out, squirming away from him. Suddenly, the pain lessened and my vision cleared.

What I saw was not what I had expected.

Vladamir stood, his hands up, the poker on the floor, scorching the concrete floor. My brother stood, gun in hand, pointing it at Vladamir, eyebrows raised.

"Hello."

"You."

"I don't really appreciate you doing that to my sister. Only I get to do that."

"I will tear you apart."

John appeared behind Moriarty, and edged round him to snap open my cuffs. I tumbled out, leaning heavily on him for support.

"Now, why don't you go and find your boyfriend, while I have a nice little chat with my dear old friend."

I wasn't sure whether he was talking to me or to John.

To be honest, I don't think John knew himself.

Once we were down the corridor, I asked John to go on ahead, as we'd find Sherlock quicker.

"Ok. Be careful Jane." I nodded and started making my way down the hall quietly. I found some stairs, and used the banister to help me climb up.

At the top was a heavily bolted door. I flicked open the unlocked hatch and gasped.

Inside was Sherlock, he looked pale, and thin. He had a huge gash on his forehead, and his eyes were closed. I prayed that he was sleeping.

I fiddled with the lock, but it was very securely bolted. A voice behind me made me jump.

"I knew you'd find him." John said smiling. "Did you really think I was going to leave you on your own?"

I shook my head.

"Do you have a safety pin? Or... hairgrip?"

I dug around in my pocket, hoping to find something. At last I found an old hairgrip. I handed it to John. He knelt down, and started to pick the lock.

" How did you do that?" I asked as the door clicked open.

"Being friends with Sherlock has its perks."

He ran into the room, me staggering behind. I knelt on the floor beside him, and placed a cool hand on his pale forehead. John checked his pulse. I looked at him with worried eyes. He breathed a sigh of relief.

"He's alive." I smiled slightly. John lifted Sherlock up onto his shoulder. I was surprised at his strength. Together, we made it slowly down the stairs, I used the banister to basically slide down. When we got to the bottom, Sherlock decided to wake up.

"John?" He said questioningly. "What are you doing?"

"Getting you out if here." He put Sherlock down.

"Jane, is she-?"

"Here." I said, stepping into his field of vision.

Sherlock stood forward and hugged me.

Like, not a gentle 'hi its nice to see you' hug

But a massive 'I've not seen you for 19 years hug'

"Sherlock, are you ok?" I said hugging him back, smiling at this unexpected action. John looked even more puzzled than I did.

"Yes. What happened to your face?"

"Long story, what happened to yours?"

"Got into a fight because I told a man that his wife wads having an affair."

I laughed, letting go of Sherlock.

"Come on, let's get out of here."

sorry this one's short ><

only one or two more chapters to go now :(

ily all :*