Quick note, the plot of the story will be based off the show Flash Forward, which you probably don't know about. I won't throw the characters in; only including the situation. It shall be grand.
Enjoy! :)
Sherlock awoke with a start, hearing absolute silence.
Think! What just happened? Within moments of searching through his brain, he remembered what was previously occurring. Walking down the street headed back to the flat. Finished the case. Randy was the murderer, of course. Just one block away. But what then? Sherlock looked around him and observed... Oh, right. I'm under a car. How convenient.
Screams erupted all around him, and he pulled himself out from under the car, which had crashed into a street light. Upon standing, pain shot up his right leg, and he leaned on the car to keep from collapsing. All around him, people were either dead, dying, or panicking.
What happened?
Sherlock felt on the verge of tearing out his brain and yelling at it to cooperate. Nothing made sense! One minute, he was headed down the sidewalk, and the next, he woke up underneath a car. What happened between those two points?
John.
He must have been at the flat. What if this happened to him as well? What if he was injured? Ignoring the burning pain in his leg, Sherlock limped down the sidewalk, turned the corner, and arrive at Baker Street.
"John!" Sherlock burst through the door, panting. John walked out of the kitchen, a bag of ice on his left arm. "Sherlock, what happened? Are you alright?"
Sherlock swallowed and ignored the question. "What happened to your arm?"
John almost seemed to have forgotten about his arm in worrying about his friend. "Oh, right. I was making some tea, thinking you'd want some in celebration of solving the case... I had the hot pot of tea in my hand, and then suddenly I blacked out...at seven, I believe. Woke up with all the boiling water all over my arm. It's fine."
"John. This happened to everyone, including myself. It seems like all of London has blacked out simultaneously."
John eyed Sherlock's leg suspiciously, noticing that he hardly put any weight on it. "What happened to your leg? It looks bad." Sherlock ignored the comment and strode to the couch, sitting himself down. Moments later, his phone rang. It was Lestrade. He answered it.
"I already solved the case. Now what do you want?"
Lestrade sounded out of breath on the other line, and quite shocked by the comment Sherlock made. "Um, Sherlock, are you aware of what just happened?"
"You mean everyone blacking out?"
"Yeah."
"So far, it seems like this area of London all went out. I'm trying to figure out who or what did it."
"Sherlock..."
His voice was wary and almost sounded sick. He knew something. "Lestrade. What is it?"
"It's..." Lestrade's voice faded off, and a gulp was heard. "I don't quite know how to say this, but...it happened everywhere. It's a global catastrophe. At the exact same time, around the world, everyone in the world blacked out for exactly the same amount of time."
Sherlock smiled to himself, and John's brow furrowed. "Sherlock? What is it?"
Ending the phone call, Sherlock replied, "We've got the biggest case yet."
There, chapter one. Probably a bit confusing or boring, but just wait. The next chapter will add more important information and you'll get hooked. I hope. :p Leave kind reviews and I'll see you soon! :)
