Mycroft carried Danny into the room. John reached them first. "Good god, what happened?"
"He sprained, possibly broke his ankle when he attempted to escape. He's also dislocated his shoulder. He's in a lot of pain."
"Why didn't you set it?" Sherlock asked.
Mycroft avoided his brother's speculative gaze. "There wasn't time and I didn't want to worsen the injury."
"Since when have you cared about whether you injure another human being?"
"Brother mine, you know as well as I that Danny is an asset."
"And after he's fulfill his purpose?" Sherlock asked him, with an edge to his voice.
"Then he shall be dealt with accordingly."
"Would you two keep it down? I need to concentrate so I can properly set Danny's shoulder." Then a popping sound filled the air, followed by a moan.
Mycroft's face turned a shade paler than usual. He made his way to Danny's side where he lay unmoving. John nudged him aside. "He's lost consciousness, which is a mercy considering the pain he must have endured. His ankle doesn't appear to be broken, but it is a bad sprain. I need to get him some pain meds."
Sherlock stepped forward, fixating on him with a mocking smile. "I'm on it. Why Mycroft, you look pale, perhaps you should side down."
"You two stop now. Danny needs rest and quiet. I'll take him to our bed."
"Umm, John, perhaps that's not such a good idea, considering the state we left it in."
John's faced colored. "Okay, right then. We'll leave him on the couch."
Another moan from Danny silenced them. "Mycroft?"
Mycroft knelt by the side of the couch. "What is it?"
Danny took his hand. "The cipher, it's in...it's in...."
"Sssh, don't talk."
"A chip with the cipher, has been implanted in my neck between C2 and C3." Then his eyes fluttered shut again.
"Jesus," John whispered.
Mycroft felt as if someone had punched him in the stomach. Danny, what have you done?
A few moments later Sherlock slipped back into the room, smirking at them while he handed John a bottle of pills. "Will these do?"
John snatched the bottle out his hands and read the name on it. "John Silver?"
Sherlock smirked again. "Well, it seemed too obvious to put Long John Silver, so I improvised. But rest assured dearest John, you're the one who inspired me, 'Long John.'"
"So, you got this from a druggist? How did you get a script? You couldn't have stolen my prescription pads because I don't use them anymore. I electronically submit everything."
"Oh, John, you're adorable when you think you're clever. I broke into your account ages ago."
"So, you betrayed my trust to write yourself prescriptions for pain killers?"
"Only in emergency situations such as this."
"Sherlock, I could lose my license."
"Oh, now who's the drama queen?"
Mycroft listened to their bickering, then stood up. "Stop, now. I've no interest in your petty squabbling. Sherlock, you look a wreck and what's wrong with your lips?" He took a step closer. "Are you wearing lipstick?"
"Yes, kind of you to notice. I think it's called Lascivious Lilac. It shows up beautifully on skin. Would you like to see the trail I left on John's chest?"
"No, absolutely not."
"Oh, come on, tell me you wouldn't love to make a Holmes sandwich out of Doctor Watson? Oh god, the two of us bringing him to ecstasy, tasting him, filling him. John, what say you?"
"Sherlock, did you take one of those pills? Because there's no excuse for your behavior and I don't appreciate being talked about like I'm just a play thing."
"Fine, but I wish I would have taken a pill or five. You two are no fun, quite boring in fact."
"I'm going outside. When I get back, I expect you to have calmed down." He then left, slamming the door behind him. When he reached the hallway, he took a breath, attempting to dispel the images of he and Sherlock pleasuring the good Doctor. What the hell is wrong with me? This is worse the puberty. That's what I get for making love to Danny. My sex drive has been activated. Wait, hang on, Mycroft, make love? Is that what you think happened between the two of you? Well, it isn't. You just fucked, nothing more.
Sherlock watched his brother leave with a thoughtful look on his face. Could Mycroft be in love? No, never. Sentiment is a chemical defect found on the losing side. Then he looked over at John, while he brought Danny something to eat. His soft voice floated over to him, and he fought a surge of jealously when John's protective side kicked in. He is everything to me. He is my chemical defect and if what I have with him is losing, I consider myself conquered.
He then went and stood by John's side. "I'm going to clean up in the bedroom, so that Danny can rest in there."
John looked at him with an incredulous stare. "You clean up? You've got to be kidding."
He stuck his lower lip out, giving John his pouty look. "I've cleaned up before, haven't I?"
John shook his head. "Nope."
"Well, I'm turning over a new leaf."
"Bullshit, you just want to smell our drying jiz. He rolls in the stuff like a dog."
Danny laughed, then winced. "Ow, did you say you had pain pills?"
"Coming right up," John answered.
Bastard, he knows that every time he eludes to come, I am undone. It would serve them both right, if I shot a load right here and now. He smiled, then closed his eyes, letting the images he conjured up become memories in his mind palace. I'll save these little tidbits for later in the shower or the bath. Ahh, it's good to have a mind palace. Losing side my ass, John is the best thing that's ever happened to me. I should tell him. I should, but what would I do if he laughed. He wouldn't laugh, would he?