Taken (phan)

Those long days

Some good old fashioned kickthestickz. No updates for a while because I have 2 weeks of state testing and my dog might be sick...

Pj was laying on his back, hard rocks digging into his skin through the flimsy material of his fluffy TARDIS sleeping bag.

Sherlock was fast asleep in the blue car they had driven in order to get here, his head rested against the window almost comically but their was nothing funny about this situation at all. His cheek was pressed up against the cold glass and his breath was fogging it up.

John was tending to the fire, bright flames illuminating his face which was etched with worry. He kept looking back at his fiancé with concern. It was pretty cute and Pj fought the urge to squeal like a crazed fanboy.

Pj could feel a worrying stare on himself as well, but ignored Chris and looked back up to the disappearing sun in the sky. Stars started to twinkled through the bright pinks and oranges, keeping the tired male from falling fast asleep. That, and guilt. The guilt was bad. It was so so bad. Oh god it was all his fault Dan was in danger. You should have been awake and watching him, asshole. Pj chided himself.

He was uncomfortable and his head was pounding. Groaning he draped an arm over his bright green eyes, grateful the sun was almost completely hidden. It had been a long couple of days. 3 sense the phone call with Dan and Phil that left both Chris and Pj shell shocked.

John had been able to trace where the phone call had come from, but instead of just speeding to the place like Pj wanted, all four males were dragged to the police station. Sherlock and John disappeared for quite a while, Chris and Pj nervously sitting in the waiting room. A strange assortment of other people were camped out in the room, waiting for whatever the fuck they were here for.

There was an old lady, hunched over, and immersed in her book. Next to her sat about a 30 year old man with too many piercing's to count. Pj knew it was wrong to judge people, but he purposely sat as far away from the strange duo.

Numerous awards and verifications lined the wall any Pj couldn't help but question weather or not Dan had been sitting right where he was sitting when he came here for questioning. God that seemed like so long ago. In reality it was less then a week.

Chris was sitting next to Pj, his elbows on the arms of the wooden chair and his hands resting in his head. His brown hair was more messy then normal and his eyes were dropping.

"You can sleep." Pj whispered, leaning over so he got a good look into Chris's hazel eyes. The other male nodded, and he yawned before closing his eyes and slowly drifting off. Pj had forgotten how hard these past few days must have been on Chris.

The other male leaned back, watching his friend fall asleep, small snores leaving his mouth. Cute little snores.

No stop pj, not cute. Not cute.

Several minutes later, or maybe even a few hours, (Pj couldn't time tell whilst staring at chris's face. 2 hours seemed like 5 minutes. It had happened before.) John and Sherlock came back holding hands. Chris was still fast asleep. The other two (the old lady and the possible mugger) who had been in the waiting room earlier were now gone.

"C'mon..." John said, looking over at Chris. "Let him sleep we will be back." Pj nodded, standing up and stretching. Sherlock immediately took Pj's seat, closing his eyes and passing out. It was cute seeing the two males dozing off, but Pj couldn't help but worry about what state their backs would be in later.

"Aww." John cooed at his fiancé. "He's been working hard..." he muttered before leading Pj farther into the police station. Many hallways later the younger male was sitting across from the detective, a table separating them. The walls were bare, and gray just like everything else in the small room.