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Chapter 4 – Sherlock got run over by a reindeer
Sherlock learned that one should expect the unexpected when it came to solving a crime. Something easily overlooked or trivial could be the key to finding the reason behind the act.
However, Sherlock never expected to be lying on his back, surrounded by broken glass, being looked down upon by a reindeer.
John, who was sound asleep in his bed, was startled by the noise from the living room. He grabbed his gun and carefully made his way down the stairs. He was fearful that someone had come to kill them or kidnap them. He still remembered when Moriarty had kidnapped him and strapped explosives to him. He hadn't been so scared in his life. He had nightmares about dying or about Sherlock dying that horrible night. No, he would protect Sherlock. Quietly, he opened the door to the living room, pointing the gun through the doorway.
The sight that greeted him was not at all what he expected. Three large reindeer were in the room, as well as a girl dressed in a green cape. She couldn't have been more that a meter high, and looked very upset. Sherlock was flat on his back, wearing the same look of shock that John had.
"What the hell?" John looked around the damaged room, not sure what was happening.
"Oh dear! I am so sorry! I didn't mean to crash into your home! Please, don't shoot me! I promise that I will fix everything!" The girl looked John, as if she was silently begging for her life.
John put his gun down and went over to Sherlock, who was trying to sit up. It was difficult, seeing that he was bumping into the chest of the reindeer. John slid him out at an angle and helped him up.
"John, are you seeing this too?"
"Yes Sherlock, I am."
"Oh good. I thought someone drugged me."
"Still, we have a problem"
The reindeer looked sadly at Sherlock and started to make noises that made no sense. The other two looked just as sad and nodded in agreement with the first.
"Um, I'm sorry. Just what is going on and why did you crash into our flat?" John looked at the girl with a puzzled look.
"I was trying to find someone to help me. I need a doctor. Normally, there would be 36 doctors in this area. But only five were still here for Christmas and only one is on the nice list. Please help me."
"Nice list?" Sherlock looked puzzled at her.
"Santa has a nice list and a naughty list. Dr. John Watson is on the nice list. He helps people get well and helps the police catch criminals with Sherlock Holmes. He must help Santa. He is hurt and I can't help him. Please!"
"How is he hurt? Where is he?" John knelt down and looked at the girl.
"He's in a warehouse two miles away. Someone set up a trap to catch him. He, the sleigh, and the rest of the reindeer are trapped. His leg is torn open, and he's bleeding badly. If we don't get to him soon, he will either bleed to death or the person that set the trap will kill him." She started to cry.
"Right. I need to get dressed and grab my med kit. I will be right down. Sherlock, get dressed. I'll need your help." John ran up the stairs and Sherlock dashed into their rooms. They dressed quickly and grabbed some supplies that they would need. John came back downstairs and grabbed his gun off of the table. Sherlock had his gun as well as both of their cell phones. He handed John his phone and pocketed his own.
"So, how do we get there?" John asked her quickly.
"You can get on Cupid and Sherlock can ride Dancer. Comet here will lead the way."
"You want us to ride them?" Sherlock looked at the girl skeptically.
"It's just like riding a horse. Just hop on and away we go." She said with a smile.
John and Sherlock got on, both very awkwardly. John hadn't ever ridden a horse and Sherlock hadn't ridden since he was a teenager. They settled on and hoped that they wouldn't fall off. Comet went out the window. They both squeaked as their reindeer followed. Sherlock shut his eyes and held on for dear life. He hadn't expected that these were flying reindeer and wasn't used to sailing through the air, unless he was strapped in tight. John felt queasy. He had flown around to different parts of the world before. But he had been in a plane, with a seat and a seatbelt. He had even had to parachute into a remote area to help wounded people after an earthquake. Not having the safety of a seatbelt or a parachute was scaring him.
"It's ok. The reindeer won't let you fall. You will be ok."
John looked up to see the girl smiling back at him as the rushed past the buildings.
"So, what happened with the window?" John asked, trying to calm himself.
"I am so sorry about that. We were trying to land of the roof. But please don't worry, I've fixed everything. When you get back, everything will be as before. Elf magic is very helpful. I didn't mean to scare the both of you. Normally, something like this has happened extremely rarely. But this time, Santa was hurt and couldn't get back to the North Pole. I'm scared for him."
"Elves? Magic? Santa? North Pole?" Sherlock asked, still holding on tightly to Dancer.
"Yes. Is there a problem?" The girl looked at Sherlock.
"I was told that Father Christmas didn't exist. John was also told that he didn't exist. Also, magic isn't real either. There is always an explanation. Science or slight of hand. Used for entertainment or criminal purposes."
"I know that the both of you were told that he doesn't exist. But he does! He helps so many people around the world. Besides, he believes in you to help him."
"So, what is your name?" John asked, trying to calm the situation.
"My name is Bryndis. And yes, I am an elf."