Through the Haze

Black-Angel-001: (in an imitation of vegeta from dbz abridged) i'm back bitches!...ok i realize that was probably lost on most of you as hardly anyone in this fandom has anything to do with anime, much less dbz...anywhos, i deeply apologize for the delay. RL came and kicked me repeatedly in the ass and then rolled me over a cliff before setting fire, then spitting and pissing on my flaming remains...yeah...so! apologies, hope the delay will not take so long again, and here we go! before we begin, a few responses.

Ulura: that isn't exactly what i'm going for, but it's close.

Book girl fan: good catch! it's a small thing, but it may be important later =)

youwanabekate: your review was for ch. 8, but that suggestion you made? we were completely on the same page for it. and here it is! well, some of it anyway.

Vashta Narada Caan: die no more, here we go!

Through the Haze

As John screamed all anyone else in the room could do was watch for a minute, maybe half of one, before they were able to get over their shock. Sherlock rushed forward to try and calm his friend, but John's eyes got wider, his breath became more shallow, and he scrambled as quick as he could on the bed away from Sherlock.

Away from Sherlock.

It was enough to make the detective stop in his tracks and allow the doctor and now some nurses to try and sooth John, finally resorting to a sedative. Even as it began to take effect, John kept wary blue eyes on Sherlock, mumbling, "Jim, Jim, Jim," almost like a prayer. Finally, John's eyes closed and he fell into a restless sleep.

The doctor turned a glare to everyone in the room. "What the bloody hell happened?"

Sherlock looked from his sleeping friend to the other (less competent he was sure) doctor in the room. "I came in and he started screaming, calling for Jim."

"Who is Jim? Is he a relative?"

"He is no relative," sneered Sherlock. "He's the one who did this to John."

"Tsk, tsk, Sherlock. Where's your evidence," a sing song voice said from the doorway.

Sherlock whirled around, a look of hatred strong on his face. "I will have it, I assure you!"

"I don't think you will. What are you doing here, anyway? I thought I requested that you not be allowed Johnny," the criminal turned a look of disdain to the doctor.

"I don't know exactly who he is, he just barged his way in here," the doctor said, picking up John's chart. He flipped some pages. "Are you Sherlock Holmes?"

"What? Yes, of course I'm-"

"You can't be here, sir."

That stopped Sherlock cold. "Say that again," he said slowly, turning to the doctor just as slowly as his words.

"Dr. Watson and his next of kin have requested that yourself, and other persons named Mycroft Holmes and Detective Inspector Lestrade not be allowed in Dr. Watson's room, or be informed of his treatment or recovery."

"But I am listed as his next of kin, it was decided after hardly two months of living together!"

"My, you do move fast," leered Moriarty.

"No one asked you to speak," spat Sherlock. To the doctor, he continued, "it was either me, no one, or his alcoholic sister! The paperwork was completed, and there hasn't been an issue since! And I certainly did not-"

"You aren't his next of kin."

"Who else could it-" Sherlock cut himself off. His mind brought it all together in just a matter of seconds before he was advancing on Moriarty with fury and a dangerous intent radiating from him.

"That's right, Sherly, I am! And if I were you I would rethink that murder you're planning for me right now."

"You did this to John, and you expect me and everyone else close to him to believe that he agreed to do this?"

"That's right, because it wasn't me who did this to John."

"Oh it may have been one of your minions, you don't like to get your hands dirty I remember, but it was you giving the orders," the detective snarled.

"Nope," grinned Jim, bouncing on the balls of his feet. "But maybe if you're really good I'll let you in on it one day."

"Sir, you have to leave," the doctor told Sherlock.

"Absolutely not! I won't leave John with the man who hurt him!"

"And just who was it he called for, hm? Me. I bet it just twists your guts, doesn't it Sherly?" Moriarty stepped closer, eyes narrowed but face still pleasant, voice getting lower with each word. "It tears you up, doesn't it? Not knowing what happened to him and only having your imagination to run wild with scenarios, each one more extraordinary than the last?"

"Moriatry-"

"You heard the doctor-leave before I have you escorted by security," Jim said, loud enough for everyone to hear while stepping back again. "I have poor Johnny to see to."

"You-"

"Sherlock!"

What was it with everyone interrupting him?!

"What Lestrade?"

"Sherlock we have to go," Lestrade said, eyeing Moriarty and everyone else in the room carefully.

Sherlock stared at him. "That is the worst joke you have ever attempted! I will not leave John with this madman!"

Greg grabbed his arm and forcefully pulled him out of the room and into the corridor. The door closed on the sound of Moriarty sing songing "Bye bye for now Sherly!"

Black-Angel-001: i've got to leave it there for now because i'm paranoid writing what sherlock and co are going to do while moriarty is on the page...sorry i know it's short! please have patience! school is almost over and i should have more time then!