-Blink-
A Sherlock fanfic based off of the BBC show. I make no profits off of this whatsoever and I do not own anything from the Show. This story is my own work so please do not re-post this without my permission. If you would like to contact me please send me a message at .com.
Summary
In a matter of days life as we know it is shattered. Sherlock Holmes struggles with coming to terms with the zombie apocalypse despite Mycroft's early warning. Can John and Sherlock ultimately adjust to London becoming a living hell? Can Sherlock find a cure for the virus that changed the world in the blink of an eye?
Chapter One: The Text
Sherlock Holmes was a man of reason, logic, and usually sound judgment. That is, most of the time at least. There were times when he could be childish, selfish, immature, and irrational. The latter happened on such occasions when A.) John was ignoring him or blowing him off for a date with woman number X or B.) when Mycroft Holmes needed to tell him something incredibly important. Today happened to be a day when both situations were occurring and it was all Sherlock could do not to turn off his cell and barricade the door to keep John from leaving. However, it seemed that John had been anticipating Sherlock's bad reaction and he wasn't phased in the least by his taller flat mate's complaining.
"Honestly, Sherlock, it's just one evening with Sally, she's a great girl can't you make do for one evening?" John's arms were folded and his stance was resolute. His eyes trained on Sherlock's defiance resonating from him.
The taller man rolled his eyes from his position on the couch before speaking. "Yes, John, I could very well make due for one evening but I'd rather not 'make do' when there's a case on our hands. You can put Sally off for the time being, I'm extremely close to solving this case though John. Your date won't help me solve this case. Your presence and assistance in the field will."
He wasn't wrong, he was extremely close to finishing the case, however he needed to go down to the subway and take a look around himself. And by himself, he meant to have John at his side. Sherlock found that his companionship expedited his thinking process.
"And why, for God's sake, can't you go to the subway without me, Sherlock? You know I made this date weeks ago!" John wanted to yell at this point, Sherlock could see that much. He knew when John's temper was about to flare up and he didn't need to be a consulting detective to read him.
"Because John, believe it or not you are rather competent at field work, a skill that I attribute to your stint in the military and spending an obtuse amount of time in my presence, your competence is invaluable in my investigations and speeds up the process considerably," Sherlock explained, barely raising his head to look the John. He instead kept his eyes on the ceiling like a child.
John took a deep breath and kept his composure. "Sherlock, I am not canceling this date for you," he said. "I am tired of canceling dates just to babysit you, let me have this." With that, John opened the front door and left, shutting the door behind him a little louder than necessary.
Sherlock lifted his head to look at the now empty living room. Well then, he was alone for the night. He would think about the case and he would even visit the subway, from the comfort of his own home. The rendition of the crime scene in his mind palace would suffice.
Sherlock was laying sideways on the sofa when his cellphone buzzed. He ignored it, grunting at the sound and turned away from the coffee table that it sat on. Sherlock was bored and trying to sleep now that he solved his latest case, without John. It buzzed a second time and Sherlock uncovered his face before turning to pick up the phone. He looked at the preview, it was Mycroft. What on Earth did Mycroft want? He opened the text and rolled his eyes.
We need to talk.
-Mycroft
The second text was even shorter though a bit less vague.
Call me.
-Mycroft
Sherlock wanted to do neither at the moment. Mycroft rarely asked people to call him. For being such a high clearance official he really didn't like doing things the way that they should have been done. Mycroft brought major criminals to their knees by sending texts to the parliament, what on Earth could he have needed to talk to Sherlock about at this time?
I'm serious Sherlock, call me now.
-Mycroft
Sherlock stared at the phone before he started typing furiously. His fingers were trained through endless hours of texting so that he was faster than most of his peers.
What could you possibly want, Mycroft?
-S.H.
Information from the ECDC. CALL ME SHERLOCK.
-Mycroft
No thanks brother dear. Just text me your bacterium reports.
-S.H.
After a moment when he didn't get a reply, Sherlock set the phone down and closed his eyes to go back to sleep. The phone began ringing. Sherlock wanted to throw the phone out of the window. He grabbed it and held it in his hand as he thought about whether or not he wanted to deal with big brother.
"What do you want, Mycroft," Sherlock asked as he answered the buzzing smart phone. His voice was laced with irritation and impatience. Mycroft's response was quick and to the point.
"Sherlock, I will be sending medical supplies and food please don't be alarmed Sherlock. There has been a viral outbreak in Africa that's causing distress among the UN. It has a high probability that it will spread. Please tell and remain indoors until I call you again." Before Sherlock could respond his brother had ended the phone call.
Sherlock's mind began to process what just happened as he stared at his home screen. Mycroft had either just played a prank on him or he thought that the virus was a serious threat to England. He knew that some viruses such as Ebola cropped up here and there especially in Africa. Flights would halt and people would be detained if they were thought to be sick. That happened. However, there had yet to be a virus that would spread and cause severe deaths or famine in many years. Mycroft would have him think that the plague had struck again and that the streets would be rampant with it. But could there have been something that dangerous.
Sherlock dug into his mind palace for information on viruses. Yes, in theory the plague could easily strike in mutated form and it would spread from Africa to London in a short time if it went undetected for any short amount of time. Could that be it? Sherlock sent his brothe another text.
On a scale of common cold to buobonic plague how bad is this virus?
-S.H.
Sherlock lay still for quite sometime awaiting a text back, but after nearly an hour of waiting he decided that Mycroft must have been up to something important hence the hasty call earlier. Sherlock's mind, now incapable of sleep, pondered the phone call and what it meant for him. Modern medicine could take care of most viruses, did Mycroft intend to send them vaccines? Yes, that would make the most sense, but why food? Sherlock rationalized that this virus must be attacking crops as well, enough food to handle that in the world, but perhaps Mycroft wanted them to live comfortably until normal crops were restored? It want until Sherlock heard John unlocking the front door to get in to their flat that Sherlock received an answer from Mycroft.
Far worse than the plague, Sherlock.
-Mycroft
