Taking a deep breath I walk out onto the stage the arena of screaming excited people suddenly goes completely silent. The only sound now is my small black boots clunking as I walk to the microphone in the middle of the stage. I pick it up out of the stand and take another deep breath before holding it in front of me.
"Hey there" I say with a wave walking towards the front of the stage. "I know it's been a while and that there were a lot of rumors that I was... uh... dead. But hear I am. There and a bit years after my sudden disappearance. To... I don't know... share my story I guess" I continue to move my gaze over the still silent crowd. My eyes stop when they land on her tearful face.
"I guess I Will start by explaining that I did not die. but I was... I did leave. " I say choosing my words carefully.
"I went with this... he was a stranger I guess but now I will say friend. This friend of mine had a very important job this job would include saving the planet from all sorts of threats. For a year I helped this friend with his job all the while asking to come home to post just one more video to explain the situation. On the way to do this I was taken. Kidnapped I guess. By somebody who wanting me to do terrible things. They had asked me.... told me to do these horrible things or they would..." I choke up as small droplets fall down my face leaving a salty taste on my lips. "I managed to get away about a month ago where I immediately went to the police... they however thought I was dare I say it crazy and over imaginative. Quoted straight from the fucking mouths of those bloody idiots. They had me locked away in a fucking luny bin." I take another deep breath to calm my sudden rage and let out a small. "I'm sorry" with the tear still streaming down my face.
"I'm really sorry about this it's just something like this never seems to leave you... oh... I'm shaking now will you look at that... it's rather amazing what talking can do to a person."I murmur to myself staring at my violently shaking hands. I look back up to see her pushing her way to the front of the crowd my knees start to quiver as my  breathing becomes more rushed the full force of the memories returning to me. She is climbing the stage now. Security is coming. My head spins lightly as she pushes past them yelling something. She is past them but they are after her. Running towards me she holds out her arms my knees give way and I'm falling. A small sob escapes my throat as I collapse into her arms I cry into her shoulder As we both are kneeling on the stage. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry" I whimper softly. The flashes of memories giving me a slight headache. The blue box. The tan coats the bowties the brothers and the angles. Both the angles the weaping stone one's and the one who traveled with the brothers. The monsters and evil we fought against. And him. The man with the black curls and the stormy eyes. The only one who would help me when I was trapped in that hell hole. Sherlock. The detective who faked his own suicide to destroy Moriarty and his criminal web. The ones who had taken me. The psychotic man and his minions. They had asked me to do such terrible things. Kill the detective trick the detective hurt his friends play with his emotions. I refused to do many of these things I would much rather the trauma or the punishment then the trauma of having actually done what he had asked me. The punishment well all I have to say on that is my back is covered in scars and I have a fear of men with black hair and suits on. I never saw the blue box again after I was taken by him which disappointed me immensely and the brothers I had heard went back to America after defeating the demons they had hunted. The only one who helped was the consulting detective. He burst through the door one day and held out his hand for me and as I weekly held onto it he smiled genuinely down at me.
"Everything is going to be ok, just try to stay awake for me ok?"he says in a soothing deep voice. I nod immediate tears brimming my eyes as pain shoots up my back. With a small whimper of pain he gentaly lets go of my hand and opens the cell door. Gentaly he loops one slender arm around my neck and the other under my knees and then he slowly lifts me so not to hurt me...
I open my eyes to see the whole crowd still silent and unsure what to do when I see the six people I never thought I would again. I smile then frown pulling away from the comforting hug of my best friend who had obviously been worried I stand up wobbling slightly on my feat. I walk to the edge of the stage and jump off pushing past the crowd of confused people I mutter out apologise as I make my way to them. I stop in front of the group and look at their feet. A small smile on my face when I look up to their face however its fades to a frown. I step forward and raise my arm slapping the doctor, Sam, Dean and casteil. Then hugging Sherlock and john. I give them the biggest smile I could at the moment then turned to the four rubbing their cheeks.
"You bloody abandoned me you son of a bitch!" I snap pointing a small finger at the bowtie wearing man. He opens his mount to say something but I glare and he automatically shuts it. I then turn to the three Americans. "And you were no better were you!" I say they all look down.
"I get kidnapped by a bloody psychopath and the only person who bothers to help is the one person I would expect to leave me!" I shout at the four pouting men before turning to Sherlock.
"No offense Sherlock I mean that in the sense that I was forced to do some terrible things to you"I whisper to him. Both the consulting detective and his blogger wrap there arms around me in another hug which was out of character for them as Sherlock well never realy shows emotions sentiment is bad. And John. Well we never realy got on with each other when he thought I was trying to use Sherlocks lack of emotions against him. I never the less hug them back then smile at the four still pouting with guilty looks on their face.
"Come here you guys"I say and hold an arm out for them the doctor walks forward and hugs me to while the three Americans hold back unsure. I smirk
"Its a hug you silly hunters it won't kill you" I say to this they all join the hug.
'Sherlock can you please sort out those idiots at Scotland yard I mean Damn I get kidnapped for two years and then they put me in a loony bin for a month, thats just a tad unfair" I mutter as we stand hugging. The quite crowd staring with wide eyes at the group. I look up at the stage were my friend stands a face of mixed emotions as she stares at the group I wave her over. She yet again pushes through the crowds and stops in front of me.
"I'm sorry" I say as she joins the hug.
"You don't ever tell me you are sorry for not being hear for two years. You would blame yourself for being kidnapped then apologize for it? It was not your fault ok you never think it was your fault" she whispers. I smile. This is all I had ever wanted for the past two years. To be able to just stand hear with all my friends hugging.
"Thank you" I say instead.