I awoke groggily and the room was cloaked in darkness. The bedsheets were tucked expertly around me in an almost motherly manner. The physical pain had subsided but that was most likely the handiwork of the morphine. My heart was still heavy will sorrow that even morphine couldn't rid my mind of. The side table had a very sad lamp that emitted a faint light and bottles of medications sat next to the lamp. I'd been asleep for most of the day and now it was about mid-afternoon. There was a quiet knock on the door.

"What?" I said groggily. John entered the room with his work bag slung over her shoulder and a sympathetic look on his face.

"I'm finished, John," I said with a heavy sigh. "My career, my life, everything,"

John stepped towards me and looked me up and down.

"You're right. You're ruined," John said, simply.

I furrowed my brow and looked at John in confusion.

"That's not at all what I was expecting you to say, John,"

"You're finished, Sherlock...." John muttered sinisterly. Before my brain had a chance to catch up, John had produced a knife from his sleeve and he plunged it into my chest. Then, I woke up.

* * * * * *

"SHERLOCK!" Lucy panicked as she pulled against the restraints that bound her wrists tightly. The metal cuffs cut into her skin and a small stream of blood tricked down her arm, but she didn't care. Seeing Sherlock struggling against his own restrains frantically, was a million times more painful than the cuffs. Sherlock was shaking violently and his fingers were curled into tight fists, his knuckles turning white. A tear climbed it's way down Lucy's face as the sense of powerlessness began to overcome her.

"Ahhhh....He's awake!" Lance said rubbing his hands together in delight.

"Your girlfriend was getting awfully, lonely," He tutted, shaking his head as he approached Sherlock.

"Help him! Take those needle things out of his head like you did you me! It's killing him!" Lucy pleaded.

"No! We can't! I'm afraid we had to give you just enough serum to make you believe all of those things happened and to just sort of jumble your thoughts. Sherlock, well....he's got at least a dozen times more serum than you had. You were just there to give the story a more interesting effect, plus we couldn't have you in the way. We've already extracted the memories we need from you.... For Sherlock, we are restarting his entire brain! The serum we've created put you in a sort of dream state, but a realistic one. You didn't even know that it wasn't real. But we can control what happens and who's in it. We have writers who even decide what will and will not happen. So we've created a living hell for him. He's failed at his career, he's been replaced, he's been betrayed by the few people he trusted, and then you died," He said gesturing to Lucy,"He's lost confidence in himself, his friends, and he's lost you. He's got nothing left. So now, he's going through the process and restarting. Then he won't remember anything about himself, and what he does, but he'll still be sharp as a tack. So guess who's side he'll be joining?" Lance said smirking, "I can be extremely persuasive,"

"But-but what about me? You could use me, too," Lucy suggested.

"Ah," Lance said with a nod of his head,

"Your willpower is too intense for you to be swayed. We did try and we were close, but you did realize that there's something for you to keep fighting for," Lance glanced at Sherlock and then back at Lucy, "he was the reason you couldn't be swayed to join us. You wanted to keep fighting,"

"Why did he forget me? I remember everything about him and he nothing of me," Lucy said her voice cracking.

"Well, the serum has....certain negative effects on a specific type of gene. Sherlock, has that gene and it causes the serum to effect emotional parts of the brain. He could have forgotten anyone, but I suppose the easiest for the serum to attack would be....his memories of you. Of course, that only helped us make our story much more interesting," Lance said approaching the monitor that the wires in Sherlock's brain were connecting to. He pushed a few buttons and Sherlock let out a loud shout.

"What the hell are you doing?!!!" Lucy shouted pulling harder against the cuffs.

"He stopped responding. Had to administer a small electric shock to make sure he's not dead," Lance said, turning away from the monitor.

"I need to step out for a moment, my dear. Don't cause trouble..." Lance said with a sneer. He turned on his heel and walked briskly out of the room. Lucy heard a loud beep and a voice came on over the monitor.

"Look at the viewing room," The voice said. Lucy immediately moved her eyes to the room that was behind the thick sheet of glass. A man stood there and even from the large distance that Lucy was positioned at, Lucy could see the perspiration dripping down the man's face.

"I'm going to release you. You need to stop, Lance. He's going to get control of the entire world. He took my family as leverage. He promised to keep them safe if I created the serum. I'm so sorry. You'll have three minutes while I stall him. Escape quickly," the man said pressing some buttons on a small panel. Lucy's cuffs click open and she quickly pulls them off her wrists. Lucy almost falls over from dizziness and she takes as long as she dares to steady herself before she dashes to Sherlock's side. She looks at the monitor and then delicately puts her fingers around the needles on each side of Sherlock's head. She carefully pulled the needles out of his head and Sherlock winched.

* * * * * *

My eyes opened slowly and the world was spinning. My stomach churned angrily and the light burned my retinas, forcing me to shut them again.

A voice echoed in my head. It was louder and faraway, like someone was calling me through a tunnel. It made my head throb.

"Sherlock!.....I know it hurts but we need to go......now.....Come on! Let's-"

A loud gun shot suddenly echoes throughout the experimentation room and for a moment: there is silence.