Together at Last

Waking up

I wake to the sound of voices, my limbs feel heavy and my head hurts. The bed is empty except for me, John must already be up. My cell goes off, a message. I shake my head to clear it, slowly and painfuly pushing myself up. My body is sore and when I look down at my hands, I notice bruising on my wrists. I ignore my cell, limping instead to the kitchen where I find Mycroft and John.

"Are you okay Sherlock?"

"What happened?"

John starts crying, making his way over to where I stand and pulling me into a hug. I realize Mycroft has been crying as well, though he manages to hold back a little more than John.

"I'm sorry."

His voice is shaking, arms still wrapped tightly around me. He finally pulls back, still trembling.

"What happened? It feels like the sedatives..."

He winces as I realize what they did, why I feel like this.

"What did I do?"

"It wasnt your fault Sherlock."

"Moriarty again?"

"Yeah."

John is silent, letting Mycroft explain everything.

"How many?"

"How many what?"

John is confused when I ask him this, looking concerned as he turns to face me fully.

"Pictures."

"He sent three to Mycroft, and a video."

"How many others?"

"You got one of me, and I got two of you."

"Damn it. Can I see them?"

John turns to Mycroft, checking for allowance before answering me.

"Will you stay calm?"

"Yes."

"Promise?"

"John! Please, I need to see them."

He makes me sit down, handing me his and Mycrofts cell. I click through the pictures slowly, struggling to suppress the anger and fear that is rising up inside of me. John sits beside me, hand on my arm and eyes trained on my face. Mycroft dosent move, just watches me painfully. When I am done studying the pictures, I flip through to the video. Mycroft walks out, John tells me he hasn't seen it yet. I click on it, grimacing as I see what he recorded. John tells me he saw it last night, while I was sleeping.

"Wh...what the hell is he doing?"

"This is what happened."

"Turn it off. Please."

John takes the cell from me, calling Mycroft back into the room. He looks close to tears, breaking when I walk over and fall into his arms. This is new for him, crying in front of people, but he lets me stay as long as I need to. I finaly push away, sitting back down on a chair next to John.

"Thank you."

They both look at me in confusion.

"What for?"

"Making me forget. I dont want to remember anymore."

"We cant do this all the time Sherlock, you know that."

"I know."

John looks back at Mycroft in worry, I just admitted to something that scares them. I want to be back on the drugs. Mycroft looks sadly down at me, he realizes what I mean. John must know this too, though he figures it out a few seconds late.