Reviewed by xXRavenclawPrincessXx,
Spare me from the grammatical error lurking within, we have tried to prevent this, but hey nobody is perfect. Also I used the TARDIS to blame for lil' Mycroft's appearance in the 21st century. Sadly there won't be Doctor Who crossovers, unless...
First Sherlock fic.
Amnesia fic., kid!lock.
I do not own Sherlock.
Index
Confabulation- the replacement of a gap in a person's memory by a falsification that he or she believes to be true. (thanks )
His arm was making every situation worse, he was getting tired and he knew that any minute he would fall unconscious.
The streets were filled with cars, better looking, more efficient, more powerful just from looking at the infrastructure and where and how the machineries would fit in.
Every step to wherever he was going was taking double of his energy and renders him breathless for another 10 seconds.
Where is he? Why did he have a broken arm? Where's my brother? Why does my head hurt?
Deduction was one thing he had but it was useless now; he was slowly losing control of his eyes as it forces itself shut and maybe for good.
He slumped himself on the wall outside a restaurant called, 'Lorenzo' and from that he knew that it has stood there since 1985, it is a Italian family restaurant and by looking at its interior it has been a popular restaurant increasing by the 2 years it has been opened for business.
His body was tired but his brain was dynamo, he was helpless lost in an unfamiliar city, world.
With his ears he could hear a variety of sounds mostly talking, traffic and alien music which he really disliked from what he would usually hear in classical music. It was repetitive, loud and bland it was torture, almost paralyzed and in a trance.
He was then greeted with warmth from the sun and darkness as he fell into deep slumber and into a mind city- trying to figure out where he must be and the guidelines he had set for himself to stay anonymous from this foreign place.
And as he tries to find out who HE was all he could see was static, and distorted voices.
He had only one goal at the end of the day, week or possibly month but logically from his situation he'd thought to himself that it would possibly take more than a month to get his brother back, then from there he had no idea how to get home or what to do next.
It was instinct and he immediately had a picture on his mind of his younger brother but not his name, or his previous location.
Now thinking about it, his brother might be in danger, kidnapped or dead and now that was definitely one thing he did not one to face at the end of god knows when.
Lestrade was on his way to Scotland Yard in an attempt of solving another case for himself set by his Chief and this time he's trying without Sherlock's support.
On his way amongst the things he'd witness on the streets, that day he'd found a boy in sat in front of a restaurant with his arm bent in an unnatural way.
He couldn't help but helping the boy who was unconscious when he checked, he looked at his clothes and assumed that he wasn't a street youth from what he was wearing: dark trousers, a white short sleeved shirt, long red navy tie, navy sweater and black loafers.
The least expected outfit a modern 12 year old boy would wear, unless he was from upper class or maybe he was just a recent runaway. He was also well groomed—then Lestrade thought that it was best for Sherlock Holmes to do the deductions, not him he had to look for facts and evidence, but for now he had to get him to hospital.
…Or he could get one of his colleagues, but he'd thought he would only disturb their work that they're doing for him.
Before forgetting, he had checked if the boy was alive, in which he thankfully were.
Lestrade waved to a taxi and carried the child and into the rear seat,
"Where to?" the Taxi driver demanded,
Then there was a text from Sherlock,
"Took him long enough…" Lestrade thought, he checked his message,
Meet at St Bart's,
Urgent
-SH
And that was the reply that he didn't want, but nonetheless he's bringing this boy to hospital along the way,
"St Bartholomew's and quick," he finally answered
26 minutes later,
Sherlock was inducting his experiments, he looked into the microscope and observed and occasionally wrote notes down into a pad, that was when Lestrade strode into the laboratory to rendezvous with Sherlock and John to hear his deductions. Then further question the subject he cannot comprehend as he would occasionally hear Sherlock spew out information as the form of a machine gun,
"Do you understand the definition of urgent?" he said with his searching eyes,
"I do have a job, Sherlock,"
"You seem proud of yourself, Inspector?" said John maintaining his bold posture,
"Well, I think I just saved someone's life he's here in the hospital if you don—"
Sherlock turned and glared at the inspector, those eyes were saying, 'Shut up…'
"So what was it that was so urgent?"
"Oh it's great that you asked, this case is boring and it was Mark Jovan the brother in law"
"That's it Sherlock?" John exclaimed
"Give me that." Lestrade ordered and seized the folder that John was currently examining.
"Well what do you expect? The recent crimes here are child's play, BORED."
John and the inspector looked at each other with disdain at Sherlock.
"Coming, John?"
"Wait, Sherlock where are we going?" John questioned whilst following him,
As he opened the door exit he had bumped into a nurse,
"Inspector Lestrade, the boy you brought in… the doctor has finished with the procedure we would like to discuss you some disturbing matters,"
Sherlock was about to leave with John, but this news had interested him in some way…
"Now, would be good" he replied,
"He's amnesiac but very intelligent seen nothing like it—also he does not exist according to medical records except for one in which we deny to be true."
Lestrade noticed Sherlock cocking his eyebrows in curiosity,
The detective inspector looked back at the nurse, "We may be able to get him finger printed in the police station, as he may be in the National DNA
Database,"
Lestrade saw him, "No Sherlock, you stay out of this…"
But coming from Sherlock, nothing can stop him making his protests pointless,
"For god's sake!" John asserted but sighed at the end realizing it too, was pointless.
Chapter 2 will be out, very soon!