Over the course of the next two weeks, their conversations slowly lose any hostility that they previous had. There isn't any point in arguments when all they have for company twenty-four-seven is each other. Well, except that half an hour a day where they'd be escorted to their therapists and sternly spoken to - no longer treated like those seeking help but treated like criminals. Like they've done something completely out of order.

Jim had told Sherlock what he'd done and... well, okay, Sherlock could see why they'd be treating him as a threat when he is a threat. He wasn't shy about announcing he wanted to kill various people in the building.

Sherlock didn't see why Jim is being treated this way, however. Many people came into the facility after trying to take their lives and the staff didn't treat them badly. He can only come to one logical conclusion; that the staff are pissed he tricked them and that they weren't good enough to do their jobs properly and keep him from wanting to end his life.

Sherlock is now sitting in Doctor Lucy Hill's therapy room. He'd been playing a childish game of giving her the cold shoulder since she told him about his stay in corridor D. She'd done that almost two weeks ago and Sherlock hadn't said a word to her.

"Sherlock, you are being ridiculous!" Dr. Hill exclaims.

Sherlock doesn't reply, just continues to fiddle with his fingers.

She sighs before speaking in a softer tone. "Corridor D clearly isn't helping you..." Sherlock snorts. Dr. Hill glares. "Let me finish, Sherlock. I've made the decision to have you moved back to your room."

Sherlock looks up. "Really?"

"Yes."

"Can I go home instead?" He asks. 

Dr. Hill chuckles softly. "Not yet, no. To be honest... You've extended your time in here. You were a month away, you know."

Sherlock doesn't say anything to that. He's not sure what he can say to that.

After a few moments, he speaks up. "Can I say goodbye to the boy in the cel- room. In the room across from me?"

"You've made a friend?" She asks, shocked.

Sherlock feels is cheek heat up slightly. He can remember his father asking the same question when he came back from the first day at college and told his parents and brother about his friend Victor. His father ensured they didn't stay friend for long, quickly shipping Sherlock off to another college.

Well, his father isn't around to take this one away. With luck, Sherlock would never be around his father again.

Biting his lip, Sherlock nods to his therapists question.

She grins. "I'm proud of you. Perhaps he can keep you company during socialising time."

"He isn't nineteen yet..."

Her face falls. "Oh. Well... If you're both still here when he does turn nineteen, you'll be friends."

"That could be a whole year. I don't want to stick around for that long!"

She raises an eyebrow. "I didn't say you had to wait for him, Sherlock... I didn't know you'd get so attach-"

"I am NOT attached!" Sherlock yells, spitting the last word as if personally offended by it.

Doctor Hill holds her hands up in defence. "All right, all right. Calm down... Anyway... I suggest you go say your goodbyes to, uh..."

"Jim." Sherlock supplies. "Moriarty. Jim Moriarty. Probably, James. He goes by Jim, though..." Hill smiles at Sherlock as he speaks. "What?!" He demands.

"Nothing, really... I've just never heard you ramble about someone in a positive way."

"Positive? I told you his name. You're deranged. Are you fit to be a doctor here?"

She just laughs and waves towards the door. "Your time is up, you can leave now."

Sherlock narrows his eyes but doesn't say anything. He stays seated for a few moments, glaring at her. The amused smile on her face doesn't fade after a good five seconds of glaring and so Sherlock stands and leaves, knowing when he's defeated.

It isn't until he's half way down the corridor, on his way to corridor D, that Sherlock realises he's not being escorted. He frowns and looks behind to see if the guards had maybe not see him come out.

They weren't there...

So, it's like before. He gets himself back to his room after the therapy session. He really has been emancipated.

Sherlock's frown deepens when he realises that he's got no one with him to get him past the guards by corridor D. How is he going to go tell Jim that he's free if he's not let down the corridor.

No patient wanted to be in corridor D and highly doubted that the guards would care that he wanted to say goodbye to his friend.

When Sherlock gets there, the guards part for him and he raises an eyebrow. Doctor Hill must have phoned or whatever they do in here to communicate. Both of them had a small machine on their belts. Perhaps they helped them communicate somehow... Email? Texts? Fax?

Sherlock dismisses the thought before carrying on down the hallway, soon arriving in between the two 'rooms'. He glances back at the cell he'd been in before stepping closer to the bars on the door of Jim's room.

"Jim?"

A body springs up from the cot and he's soon face to face with a wide eyed Jim.

"What are you doing? Where are the guards? Are we escaping?" Jim asks in a quick, hushed tone.

Sherlock frowns gently and shakes his head. Jim's face falls before he too frowns and looks down the corridor at the guards. He raises an eyebrow and looks back at Sherlock.

"What's going on?"

Sherlock hesitates before speaking. "I've been moved back to my room."

Long moments of silence pass while Jim stares at Sherlock, the words slowly, slowly sinking in. Sherlock stares back, just waiting to see if Jim was going to say anything.

Sherlock begins to count.

3... 4... Nothing from Jim.

30... 31... Not a word.

Sherlock sighs when he reaches seventy and turns, beginning to walk away.

"Wait!" Jim yells, pressing closer to the bars.

Sherlock turns around and raises an eyebrow at the sudden movement and words from the younger boy. Jim doesn't look happy. He reminds Sherlock of Mycroft being denied dessert when he was an overweight teenager.

Jim's breathing goes a bit funny before he right it with a deep intake of breath. "When... When will I see you again?"

Sherlock shrugs. "When you're moved to corridor B."

Jim nods and chews on his lower lip. "Four months and three weeks until my birthday. So.. Five months. Ish."

"Five months." Sherlock nods before stepping closer to Jim again and offering his hand through the bar.

Jim looks down at it before he reaches out and shakes, touching Sherlock for the first time. It's odd to think about. They've talked about everything, almost, but they've never been within a metre of each other until right now.

They don't say any more. They don't say goodbye or anything like this that makes it as final in any way. They simply pull their hands back and give a small nod of acknowledgement at each other before Sherlock walks back the way he came.

When Sherlock turns, he doesn't miss the way Doctor Hill suddenly bolted round the corner. So... She was interested in his friend? Sherlock's not sure but he thinks that might not be a good thing. He sighs and heads back towards his room.

Jim watches Sherlock go for as look at the bars would allow him and when he can no longer see him, he moves back over to the cot and sits down. His fingers automatically interlock and he stares down at them where they rested in his lap. His nails were chewed off and his knuckles had some faint scars on from all the fights he's been in with people before the facility and some people in the facility.

He's not sure how long he has left in here. He was told a few weeks. It's been roughly two now. He hopes he'll be out of here soon...

There's no way he'll stay sane without Sherlock as company.