So I don't know why that last chapter ended that way. I don't like it at all. If you do well ok then. But I certainly hated it, so this is a reminder that you can just skip that last part. this chapter is a personal favorite. quick sum up: Sherlock gets along with Scotland Yard. And acts...well...normal.
"And that's when I said 'get off your duff and help me with your bags, do I look like a bell hop?" Sherlock said.
All around him were members of The Scotland Yard. To name two :Donovan and Anderson. The crowd burst into fits of laughter. Anderson slapped Sherlock on the back and Donovan covered her mouth.
Lestrade watched from a distance. He was not sure he quite liked the new Sherlock. He was so different, Sherlock no longer was cold and sociopathic. Sherlock was somewhat normal, he was even a bit devilish. He'd stolen Lestrade's wallet twice and hid some of his cold case files.
John came through the door and walked to Lestrade. He gave a curious look but Lestrade just shook his head. He was worried about the lad. Even though he couldn't remember didn't mean Lestrade couldn't. Lestrade remembered the drugs, the suicide attempts, even the arrest of Sherlock Holmes father. his father, the man who had abused his son.
" Hey were going to the pub after work you want to come? you can even take that blogger of yours." Anderson told Sherlock.
" Why does everyone ask and talk about John?" Sherlock asked.
Anderson just laughed and started to walk away only to stop and look back at Sherlock.
" Oh, and Sherlock, watch out for the grenades!" they both laughed.
And at that moment John realized Sherlock was gone, and he didn't know who was in his body. He didn't even know his name.
" Why does he seem, I don't know..." John started.
" Happier?" Lestrade finished. John nodded " well he doesn't have his past weighing him down."
" what happened in his past?" John asked.
" You mean he hasn't told you," John shook his head. " Never mind, it doesn't matter. The point is that maybe this isn't a bad thing. "
" Hello Sherlock, Where have you been?" The father said.
" Out," a little boy said.
" Where Sherlock? " The Father grabs the little boys arm and twists it, the Boy cries out in distress " Tell me where!"
" I was at the Homeless Network headquarters, they offered me a place." The little boy whispered.
" No you will not leave me. Your the only thing I have left of your mum, ever since Mycroft I have only you a pathetic FREAK!" the Father brought his fist down onto the little boy's head.
This went on for a while, the father beating the boy. His son's wails piercing the air. His foot and hand hitting the son so much. And to top it all off he took a can of beer and pored it on his son. He laughed at his son's weeping state. " Where's your deductions now boy? you want to tell me what I had for dinner? Ya know what? Tell me, no do tell" his father kicked the boy when he didn't answer " Tell me!"
" Steak and Potatoes. With corn and Cola. Toped of with a high amount of beer" the little boy spat.
" Yeah I hated that" The father kicked the son again.
"Agh!" Sherlock screamed jumping out of bed.
He wiped his sweating hands on his pants. Who was that little boy? And why was that so scary to him? He paced the floor thinking of that horride nightmare. He thought of the father and it sent chills up his back. But why?
" Sherlock are you ok? What happened?" John rushed in.
" Fine, just woke up." Sherlock brushed his worries beside.
" Do you usually scream waking up?" John pressed.
" Only when I'm having a wonderful day!" He said cheerily.
Sherlock walked out to the living room. John followed close behind still wanting to finish the conversation. Sherlock laid down on the couch in his old pose. This was what he always did, even through the amnesia he still had some of his old traits.
John handed Sherlock a cup of tea and, to his surprise, saw Sherlock's hand tremble. Sherlock took one look at his hand and then set the cuppa down. Waiting for John to yell at him.
" What happened in your dream? " Sherlock ignored John completely "Sherlock make a deduction with my face. does it look like I'm asking? no, I'm ordering you to tell me"
" What did you tell me to do?" Sherlock asked.
" Make a deduction."
Sherlock jumped back mumbling words, fear in his eyes. Why was he acting like that, John thought. He held up his hands and rubbed them over his face.
" That was in my dream, some father beat up this kid and told him to make a deduction. "
" really," John said, surprised.
" Yes, John?"
" Yes?"
Sherlock took a deep breath, " I think I'm starting to remember."
Well, that was a quick one. Sorry for the errors. Stupid spell check. Signen off, The Fangirl 2013