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The Hounds of Baskerville: The End

"Times up!" Moriarty shouted as a shot rang out. You gasped, your hands covering your chest as it began gushing blood in between your fingers. You turned, seeing Moriarty's delighted face as you stumbled back in pain. You were going to die, Moriarty had killed you.

You were snapped back to reality when you felt someone's hand on your shoulder. "Y/n?" You looked over to see John looking worriedly over your features. You felt your entire body shaking as you blinked rapidly, tears had formed in your eyes. You looked around, making sure this was real. You were alive. You pulled your hands from your side, studying them. No blood. You looked down to see you'd dropped your torch. You quickly whipped your tears away, still very shook up.

"M-mm..." You stuttered, looking over to Sherlock who's eyes were trained on you.

"John's got the gun, Y/n. He can't hurt you." Sherlock told you, looking into your eyes. You looked at him, taking deep breaths. You weren't sure why the memories came rushing back here and now, but you tried to force them away. You were safe. You continued to tell yourself. You shakily bent over to pick up your torch, a bit embarrassed about your tiny meltdown.

"Sherlock!" You jumped at the shout. After the flashback, you were very jumpy. You turned to look behind you to see Lestrade making his way down into the Hollow. You were glad he was here.

"But we saw it: the hound, last night. We s... we, we, we did, we saw..." Henry nodded, looking at Sherlock. He was broken. You took a step away from Henry, standing behind John as you calmed yourself down. The further away from Henry, the better at the moment.

"Yeah, but there was a dog, Henry, leaving footprints, scaring witnesses, but it was nothing more than an ordinary dog. We both saw it – saw it as our drugged minds wanted us to see it. Fear and stimulus; that's how it works. But there never was any monster." Sherlock told Henry who stared at him in confusion. As if cued, a howl broke out into the night. You raised your eyes to where it had come from, your torch following along. You squinted, making out a rough shape of a large dog.

"Sherlock..." John breathed, stumbling back into you as he furthered himself from where the shape was getting closer. You shook your head, blinking up at the shape. This made no sense.

"No. No, no, no, no!" Henry began to wail, stepping backwards as he looked up at the hound.

"Henry, Henry..." Sherlock spoke, in attempts to keep Henry calm.

"Sherlock." You spoke this time, staring at the hound now becoming clearer. It was not an ordinary dog, but a huge black hound with glowing red eyes. Scars took place all over the hound's body and it circled the hollow, growling down at all of you with vicious looking teeth. Fear wanted to burst out of you but you closed your eyes in thought, thinking quickly. How was this possible? How? The question raced through your mind as you heard Henry screaming in the background and John starting to panic. You opened your eyes to get another look, it made no sense. You hadn't been drugged, so how?

"Greg, are you seeing this?" You turned to look at John pointing his torch towards Lestrade. His mouth was agape in shock as he stared up at the hound.

"Sherlock... we're not drugged." You looked over to him with a worried expression as your mind went into overdrive.

"All right! It's still here... but it's just a dog. Henry! It's nothing more than an ordinary dog!" Sherlock told a wailing Henry, but he didn't sound so sure himself. You looked at him, your eyes connecting as you tried to piece it together. Nothing made sense at the moment, you couldn't make any connections, like your brain was paused. You had to have been drugged somehow. The hound let out another long, terrifying howl as he started to make it's way down the slope towards you. Lunging from rock to rock.