Chapter 7 ~*~ An Unexpected Guest
"Where is she!?" Sherlock demanded as he paced in front of the fireplace. John noticed that it had been cleaned, which meant it had bothered Sherlock more than he'd let on, because he never cleaned. Sherlock was staring hard at the clock as he paced, his eyes darting to the front door. What if Magnussen had gotten word of some part of their plan? What if he'd decided it would be easier to deal with Rose directly? Sherlock had interwoven her so seamlessly into his life; he didn't know what he'd do now if something happened to her. He didn't think even John would be able to save him if-
"It's only 5:20," John said interrupting Sherlocks' thoughts as he tried to calm him. "She probably had trouble getting a cab."
"Yes," Sherlock agreed nodding his head, though he looked far from convinced. Both their heads snapped to the door when they heard the downstairs door open and close. They heard footsteps on the stairs and then Rose opened the door.
"I'm sorry," she said as soon as she entered the flat. But she didn't get any farther as Sherlock had covered the space to the door in two strides and enveloped her in a hug. Rose hugged him, her arms wrapped around him, under his dressing robe. John was surprised that this hug felt more intimate then the snog he'd walked in on a few weeks ago.
"I'm sorry," she said again as she pulled away a little to look at him. "My mum got wind of some part of what was going on." Rose explained as Sherlock pulled away just a bit more so she could address John as well. "She tried to talk me into backing out, as if I would. She and Pete got into a bit of a row about it and I had to sneak out so I could head over to Torchwood." she said then she smiled as she pulled her bag off her arm. She reached in and pulled out her wallet. She opened it and pulled out a nondescript white key card, though John noticed the CAM logo on it. "To get this," she said handing it over to Sherlock.
"And we're sure this will work?" he asked and Rose rolled her eyes and smirked.
"Course it will," she said nodding her head. "It's the best technology in about three solar systems," she said with an eyebrow wiggle at John.
"Work for what exactly?" John asked and Rose smiled at him.
"I really am jealous you know," she said taking a deep breath. "You two get to have all the fun."
~*~B&E~*~
"Magnussen's office is right at the top, just below his private flat." Sherlock said as he and John walked along the lobby of CAM, Magnussen's newspaper organization. "There are fourteen layers of security between us and him, two of which are not even legal in this country. Want to know how we're going to break in?" One of the levels of security wasn't even of this world, but he and Rose had worked that out as well. Though they were still unsure if Magnussen knew he was using alien technology or not.
"Is that what we're doing?" John asked his voice low as he scanned the lobby.
"Of course it's what we're doing." Sherlock said in his 'do keep up' voice. They walked up a flight of stairs and Sherlock pulled out the keycard Rose had given him.
"Magnussen's personal lift," He said at the top of the steps as he nodded down the hall a ways to an elevator door and a keycard scanner. "It goes straight up to his penthouse and office, only he uses it. Only his keycard calls the lift - if anyone else even tries, security is automatically informed." Sherlock told him twirling the keycard in his fingers. "This is a keycard for the building. I nicked it a few days ago. It should only get us to the canteen. If I tried it on that lift right now, what do you think happens?"
"Alarms go off, and you get dragged away by security." John said though he didn't think that would happen, not with whatever Rose had done to the card.
"Exactly," Sherlock said nodding his head.
"Taken to some dark little room and your head kicked in." John added with a small smirk.
"Really John, do we need so much color?" Sherlock asked, though he smirked too.
"It passes the time." John said with a shrug.
"But what if I told you this is no longer just a standard keycard?" Sherlock asked holding the card between two fingers with a wide smile on his face now. "Rose hacked the card, and added a little...something to it." Sherlock told him, his faith in Rose and Torchwoods' abilities surprised John a little.
"So, it reads as Magnussen's card?" John asked and Sherlock smirked, and he tilted his head sideways.
"Let's find out," he said walking down the hall, like he had every right to be there. John hesitated for just a moment, and then he followed him to the door. Sherlock looked at John for a moment and John knew he was giving him time to back out before he tried the card but John shook his head and looked at the scanner. Sherlock nodded his head and ran the keycard over the scanner. The screen blinked red for just a second and John's eyes went wide then it flashed green and-
WELCOME MAGNUSSEN
Flashed across the screen before the lift doors slide open and Sherlock beamed before schooling his features and climbing onto the lift, John right behind him.
"What exactly does Torchwood get up to if they can hack something like that?" John asked looking over at Sherlock as they rode the lift up. Sherlock looked up at the ceiling for a moment and John could see him thinking something over in his head.
"You'd have to ask Rose that," Sherlock said looking down at him and meeting his eyes now. "Yes, I know, of course I know." Sherlock said waylaying his friends worries. "But it's not my secret to tell, is it?"
"Right, course not," John said nodding his head.
"Oh something I should tell you," Sherlock said as they rode up. "You may recognize Magnussen's PA. Don't worry though Rose gave me something for that." He said patting his pocket where he carried a small amount of her Retcon. It was for everyone's benefit that Magnussen's PA not remember this encounter.
"Recognize his PA?" John asked as the doors opened to an empty office.
"Yes," he said in a whisper now, looking around for any security. "His PA is Janine," he said and John goggled at him.
"Janine? Mary's Janine?" John whispered back shocked.
"Yes," Sherlock said nodding his head as they moved into what he assumed was Janine's office. "She should still be here," he said looking around for her.
"Shit," John said hurrying over when he saw a pair of feet sticking out from behind a desk. "It's Janine."
"What happened?" Sherlock demanded as he hurried over as well.
"Blow to the head. She's breathing. Janine? Janine?" John said as he checked her over. Sherlock quickly walked into the other room, Magnussen's office and noticed a man lying on his stomach, out cold as well.
"Another one in here, he must be security." Sherlock said as he looked the man over.
"Does he need help?" John asked, though he made no move to leave Janine. Sherlock took in the two tattoos he could see on the man and shook his head.
"Ex-con, white supremacist judging by his tattoos, so who cares? Stick with Janine." Sherlock told him and John nodded his head. Sherlock walked over to Magnussen's chair. He could vaguely hear John talking in the background but wasn't paying him any attention. Magnussen's chair was warm; he'd been in it not more than five minutes ago.
"Magnussen is still here," Sherlock said just above a whisper as he stood and looked around the office. Why wasn't he at dinner as he was supposed to be?
"We need to call the police," John whispered and Sherlock rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"During our own burglary? You're really not a natural at this." Sherlock scoffed with heavy sarcasm as John rolled his eyes. "No, wait, shhh! Perfume! Not Janine's..." He trailed off as he took a deep breath and then listed all the perfumes through his mind palace trying to work out what it was. "Claire-De-La-Lune, do I know it?"
"Mary wears it." John said looking up at the mention of Mary's perfume.
"No, can't be Mary," Sherlock said shaking his head. "They're upstairs, stay with Janine!" Sherlock said and turned and ran towards the stairs before John could stop him. He slowed down at the top of the stairs and listened for voices. He could hear Magnussen down the hall a bit. Very slowly and quietly he walked down the hall towards the only light and what he assumes was Magnussen's bedroom. He could hear the fear in Magnussen's voice now and he was pleased by it, which should bother him, shouldn't it? He edged towards the door and was pleased to see it was open halfway, he looked in. Magnussen was on his knees on the floor, his hands behind his head with his fingers interlocked; and he looked scared out of his mind. Of course the gun pointed at his forehead might have something to do with that. The woman holding the gun, and it was most definitely a woman, was on the small side, in full black fatigues and he wondered if she worked for some government Magnussen had threatened. And again he found he was unbothered by the fact that this mad man was about to be shot. Part of him wanted to stand back and let it happen, but he needed to be sure that file on Torchwood was gone first. He knew Rose wouldn't be overly pleased with the idea of letting Magnussen get murdered, but he didn't think she'd be terribly mad at him, not after everything they discovered about him. He stood and pushed the door open slowly and walked into the room.
"As much as I hate to interrupt you, I need something from him before I can let you continue." Sherlock said as he pushed the door open the rest of the way and stepped in and both figures froze at his voice.
"Mr. Holmes, oh thank God," Magnussen said when he looked up and saw him standing there. Sherlock sneered at him as he looked around the room.
"He has a file I need, and then I'll get out of your way so..." Sherlock trailed off as the woman turned to him, raising her gun as she did.
For some reason his mind did not want to compute what his eyes were taking in. There was no way this was what it looked like. She couldn't be standing there, gun pointed at him, a stern look in her eye as if she were going to scold him.
"Is John with you?" Mary asked after a moment and Sherlock blinked at her, still unbelieving. "Is John here?" she asked again, and Sherlock took a second to take everything in about her. Going over everything he'd ever learned since the day he met her and ended with just one word, LIAR.
"He's... he's downstairs." Sherlock finally said still watching her, he noticed her hands shake just a touch when Sherlock answered her and he smiled, just a little.
"So what do you do now, kill both of us?" Magnussen asked his voice a bit more steady now as he sent Sherlock a little smirk.
"Mary..." Sherlock started and noticed the way she flinched a little at the name. "Whatever he has on you ... let me help." Sherlock said taking a small move towards her. "I said before, I don't mind letting you carry on, we can work together here, I work well with Watsons you know that." Sherlock took an actual step towards her now, feeling like he was gaining her trust.
"Sherlock, if you take another step, I swear, I will kill you." Mary said raising the gun to the center of his chest. Sherlock watched her now, taking in every nuance as she stood her ground. Her eyes were glistening, as though she was ready to cry and her hands were still trembling, ever so slightly.
"No, Mrs. Watson, I don't think you will." Sherlock said taking another step towards her with a small smile still on his face.
Sherlock heard the gun fire, though it was a very low sound, since the gun had a silencer, and saw the look on Mary's face as the bullet hit him, but it all seemed to happen in extreme slow motion. Part of him was confused by the tear that was trailing down her cheek now. He blinked and the pain hit him, and he froze.
"I'm sorry, Sherlock. Truly I am." She said and Sherlock looked up at her, still a bit confused, the pain was becoming overwhelming.
"Mary?" He asked as though he was still unsure as to how this bright red blood stain had appeared on his shirt. Finally it all came crashing down on him and his eyes snapped shut. He knew he had only seconds to work this out and save his life.
"The movies always get it wrong you know," Rose said as she walked around Sherlock. He knew she was only in his mind, but he was still happy to see her. "There's not a lot of blood, and you don't fly backwards into the wall." Sherlock blinked and suddenly they were standing in the mortuary at St. Bart's.
"The impact isn't spread over a wide area, it's tightly focused," Sherlock looked around and they were standing by an autopsy table and Molly was there with them now and she was the one speaking. "So there's little or no energy transfer. You stay still and the bullet pushes through." She walked over to one of the autopsy tables and pulled back the sheet on the body on the table. Sherlock was shocked to see himself lying there, stone cold dead. He blinked and they were back in Magnussen's bedroom.
"You're almost certainly going to die - so we need to focus" Molly said and Rose stepped towards him and slapped him hard across the face.
"Focus!" Rose shouted at him and he stumbled back and ran into the autopsy table again, back in the mortuary.
"It's all well and clever having a mind palace, but you've only got three seconds of consciousness left to use it. So come on, what's going to kill you?!" Molly demanded and Sherlock nodded his head.
"The bullet," Sherlock deadpanned looking at the blood stain on his shirt.
"Why?" Molly asked and Sherlock took a deep breath.
"Tissue destruction," Sherlock said and Molly shook her head, angry now.
"No, it's hardly ever tissue destruction, think!" she told him harshly and Sherlock looked down at his dead body again.
"Blood loss," he finally realized.
"Exactly, so it's all about one thing now. Forwards or backwards - we need to decide which way you're going to fall." Molly said and then suddenly he was standing back in Magnussen's bedroom again, Rose and Molly walking around him now.
"So, is it one hole or two?" Rose asked running her hand down Sherlocks' arm and looking him in the eyes.
"What holes?" Sherlock asked his eyes following her and she walked towards his back.
"Is the bullet still inside you, or is there an exit wound? That's going to depend on the gun." Molly explained and Sherlock nodded his head as he searched through his mental catalog of guns. Selecting one then dismissing it, never landing on the right one.
"Oh for God's sake, Sherlock, it doesn't matter about the gun. Don't be stupid." Sherlock turned and found himself standing in his brother's office. "You always were so stupid, such a disappointment."
"I'm not stupid." Sherlock told his brother, hating how small he made him feel, even inside his own mind.
"You are a very stupid little boy, because it doesn't matter about the gun." Mycroft said as he strode out from behind his desk and Sherlock looked up at him. But that wasn't right, why would he be looking up at Mycroft? The he realized he'd regressed in his mind, to that of his 10 year old self.
"Why not?" He asked and his voice sounded so young.
"You saw the whole room when you entered it, what was directly behind you when you were murdered?" Mycroft asked and Sherlock stiffened at the word.
"I've not been murdered yet," he said with a sneer that looked out of place on a ten year olds face.
"Balance of probability, little brother." Mycroft told him and walked around him and when Sherlock turned to follow him they were back in Magnussen's room and he was eye level with Mycroft again. Now he could see what Mycroft was going on about, there was a mirror behind him, he'd seen it when he came in.
"A mirror, exactly." Mycroft said when he saw Sherlock recognize the significance of the mirror. "If the bullet had passed through you, what would you have heard?" Mycroft asked with a smug look.
"The mirror shattering," Sherlock murmured almost to himself.
"You didn't... therefore?" Mycroft asked now turning back to look at Sherlock.
"The bullet's still inside me." Sherlock declared and now Rose and Molly were back, walking around him again.
"So to the back then," Rose said looking at Molly who nodded.
"I agree. Sherlock, you need to fall on your back." Molly told him stopping in front of him.
"Ok Will, right now the bullet is acting like a cork in a bottle," Rose said and Sherlock was surprised by the nickname. Maybe he liked it more then he thought he did.
"The bullet itself is blocking most of the blood flow." Molly said and Sherlock looked to her.
"But if you fall forward the pressure could dislodge the bullet," Rose told him from behind him as she laid her hands on his shoulders. "Speeding up the blood loss."
"Plus, on your back, gravity is working for us." Molly said and met Roses eyes over his shoulder. "Fall now." she said and he felt Roses hands on his shoulders gently pulling him down onto his back. The whole room started to spin as he fell, and alarm bells in his mind began to sound, loudly.
"What is that, what's happening?" Sherlock demanded running into the autopsy table with his dead body on it again, covering his ears, but it was doing nothing to drown out the sound.
"You're going into shock. It's the next thing that's going to kill you." Molly told him and he blinked as the blaring alarms blasted in his head.
"What do I do?" Sherlock asked.
"Don't go into shock, obviously." Mycroft said and Sherlock briefly wondered where he'd come from. "There must be something in this ridiculous memory palace that can calm you down. Find it."
Sherlock then found himself running down a long corridor as a voice called his name. He opened doors as he ran down the hall looking for the voice, knowing that the person belonging to the voice could save him. Finally he pulled one open and Rose was standing there, wearing the same dress she'd been in the first time he'd seen her. She looked just a beautiful as she had then, even if he hadn't seen it.
"Hello Sherlock," she said stepping into his arms and holding him close. He could feel her heart beat as she hugged him and he took a long deep breath. The blaring alarms seemed to fade out just a bit.
"Without the shock, you're going to feel the pain." Sherlock could hear Molly's voice from somewhere behind him and suddenly he was lying on the floor with Rose sitting beside him. Pain radiated from the bullet hole in his chest and encompassed his whole body and he howled in pain. Rose laid her hand on his arm and some of the pain eased the tiniest of bits.
"There's been a hole ripped through you, massive internal bleeding." Sherlock could still hear Molly but her voice sounded farther away and now Rose was gone as well. His body convulsed in pain as he clenched his teeth to try and fight it off. "You have to control the pain!"
All of a sudden he found himself running down a long spiral stair case, though he wasn't sure what he was running to or from. Suddenly his feet hit the ground floor and he saw a single door in front of him and he suddenly knew who was inside. He ran to the door and threw it open. The room was circular, and the walls were padded. There was a single figure hunched on the far side with his head lowered.
"You never felt pain. Why not? Why don't you feel it?!" Sherlock demanded as he stepped into the room and the door slammed behind him. He was still in agony, but yelling made him feel better.
"You always feel it, Sherlock," the hauntingly familiar voice said as Moriarty looked up and met Sherlock's eyes. He looked deranged, and he was wearing a strait jacket. Sherlock jerked back when Moriarty lunged at him, but he was yanked back by a chain. "But you don't have to fear it!" Sherlock gasped and crumpled to the floor as shocking waves of pain coursed through him.
"Pain, heartbreak, loss, death, it's all good." Moriarty said with a manic giggle. "You're going to love being dead, Sherlock, nobody ever bothers you. Take it from someone who knows, a bullet through the brain solves everything!"
"Sherlock!" Sherlock tried to look up when he heard John's voice but he couldn't seem to pull himself out of the pain long enough to do it. "Sherlock can you hear me?!" John called and Moriarty laughed as Sherlock whimpered in pain.
"It's raining, it's pouring Sherlock is boring." Moriarty said in a sing song voice as he crouched down getting closer to Sherlock then before. "I'm laughing; I'm crying Sherlock is dying." Moriarty continued and Sherlock tried to move farther away but the pain stopped him.
"Sherlock, come on, we're losing you! Sherlock!" Sherlock could hear the desperation in John's voice and wished he could reassure his friend, but he could do nothing as the pain washed over him, weakening him to a point of no return.
"Come on, Sherlock, just die, why can't you? It's easy, make an effort." Moriarty told him bending over Sherlock to look down at him. "One little push and off you pop." Moriarty told him with a nasty little smile. "A bullet through the brain stops all that horrid pain." Moriarty sang again weaving his head back and forth. Then a terrible, sickening sound filled the room they were in, a long drawn out beep and Sherlock knew it was his heart stopping. Moriarty let out a gleeful holler and sat back a bit.
"Oh, Mrs. Hudson will cry. And Mummy and Daddy will cry. And John will cry and she'll weep you a river." Moriarty said and Sherlock knew just who he meant. "And poor John, that wife of his, he's definitely in danger." Moriarty leaned over Sherlock now, pulling on the chain for balance. "And little sad Rose, you're leaving her; just like that Doctor left her. All alone again," he said and at her name Sherlock's eyes shot opened and he lifted his head up.
BEEP
Though it took him every ounce of power he had inside himself Sherlock lifted his hand and pounded it on the ground with a determined look on his face as he glared at Moriarty.
BEEP
Sherlock pulled himself up off the floor and dragged his unsteady feet towards the door. He slammed his hand down on the handle and pulled the door open.
BEEP
"Oh, what are you doing now? Are you getting better? What did I say wrong?" Moriarty's voice was nothing but background noise now as Sherlock stumbled from the room. He made it to the bottom of the stairs and slammed his hand down on the railing and pulled himself up.
BEEP
Sherlock pounded his hand down on the rail again and continued to pull himself up the stairs, he could do this; he could reach the top.
BEEP
"He's coming back. Jesus, he's coming back!" The surgeon called as the heart monitor started to pick up a heartbeat again.
~*~M~*~
John paced while Rose sat, her hand resting on Sherlocks' arm. The doctors had told them he'd be okay, an inch either way and he'd be dead, but he'd pull through. They'd told them his heart had stopped for a full minute and they hadn't been able to get him back. They couldn't really explain why his heart started beating again but Rose knew. He was too damned stubborn to die like that. Rose hated feeling so helpless. If they'd been on the TARDIS he'd be up and walking around again already, but sadly all they had was 21st century medicine, so they waited.
"John," Rose said urgently when Sherlocks' arm twitched beneath hers. John hurried over to the bedside. "I think he's waking up. Come on Sherlock, open those beautiful eyes for me." Sherlock groaned and they both let out a long held breath.
"Mary," Sherlock wheezed out and Rose looked up at John with a smile then back to Sherlock.
"Boy a gal could get offended Sherlock," Rose teased as his eyes opened slowly. He blinked a few times and then his eyes drifted to John.
"Glad to see you," John said with a smile. Then his mobile beeped and he looked down at it. "It's Mary, she's back; I'll be right back." Rose nodded but kept watch as Sherlock's eyes seemed to grow heavy again.
"Rose... I...," he slurred before he seemed to slide back under and Rose let out a slightly uncontrolled sob and sat back down. The doctors had told her this was probably how his waking up would go. They said he may not be able to stay conscious for more than a few seconds at a time at first. Rose looked up when the door opened and John and Mary came in. Rose wiped the tears off her cheeks with the heels of her hands and stood.
"How is he? Any changes?" Mary asked going right over to Rose and hugging her. Rose wrapped her arms around her and held on taking a few deep breaths.
"He's okay," she said swallowing and stepping back with a sigh. "He finally woke up for a few seconds, but he went right back out."
"Which is perfectly normal," John said reassuringly and Rose smiled at him.
"Did he say anything?" Mary asked and Rose nodded and smiled with John.
"Yeah, he said Mary, first word when he woke up," Rose said smiling at Mary. Mary chuckled and looked down at Sherlock.
"How funny," Mary said and Rose noticed an odd tone in her voice. But John was still smiling and Rose just put it down to her overload of emotions.
"Rose, could I talk to you for just a moment, outside?" John asked and Rose looked up at him. Mary put her hand on Rose's arm and smiled at her.
"I'll keep an eye on him, nurse remember?" Mary told her and Rose nodded her head and followed John out the door. It closed behind them but Rose didn't go any farther.
"Is everything okay?" Rose asked and John nodded his head. Rose turned and looked in the little window and watched Mary sit down next to the bed.
"Are you okay?" John asked and Rose smiled.
"Yeah, I mean, considering." Rose said not turning to look at John.
"Right," John said nodding his head. "Right, of course," he put his hand on her arm much like Mary had done and she turned to him. "He's going to be fine." Rose nodded her head and felt more tears prickle her eyes but pushed them back.
"Yeah he will," Rose agreed taking a deep breath.
"Look Rose, you've been here for more than 8 hours." John said and Rose smirked at him. "Why don't you go get something to eat?"
"Yeah, maybe in a bit," Rose said nodding her head her eyes going back to the little window. When she looked back at him again John was surprised by the emotions in her eyes.
"Wow," he said and Rose gave him a curious look.
"What?" she asked.
"You love him," John said, not asking, stating, and it reminded her of Sherlock. She looked back to the window and chewed on her lower lip as she thought his words over.
"Yeah, so it would seem," Rose said nodding her head finally. "You won't... you won't tell him right?" Rose asked turning back to John now, her eyes worried. "He's not ready for that, at least I don't think he is, and I don't want to scare him." John nodded his head in understanding, no one knew better then him how emotionally stunted his best friend was.
"Your secret's safe with me," he told her and Rose took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She realized that her secrets would be safe with him, and it made her want to tell him everything he didn't know already. But now was really not the time.
"John, when this is all over and Sherlock is well I'd like to sit down with you, I have some things I'd like to share with you. About Torchwood and my past," she told him, hopping he'd understand she didn't want to go into it now.
"I'd like that very much," John said nodding his head. He got the feeling whatever it was she wanted to tell him was going to be life changing.
"Ok, good," she said stepping up to him and hugging him. He held her for a moment, patting her back. They pulled apart and Rose turned and pushed the door open and stepped back in, followed by John. She looked down at Sherlock and tilted her head as she noticed something and then turned to John. "You know what I could really use?" Rose asked with a smile.
"What?" he asked stopping at the foot of Sherlock's bed.
"A coffee," she told him and Mary stood and smiled.
"Why don't John and I run down to the cafeteria and get all of us some coffee and maybe something small to eat?" Mary suggested and Rose smiled brightly at her.
"That would be great actually," Rose said and Mary walked over to John and took his hand. Rose sat in the chair Mary had just left and took Sherlocks' hand again. "Thank you."
"We'll be back in a few minutes," John said and Rose nodded her head and then looked back down at Sherlock. She took a deep breath as the door closed and listened as their footsteps fell away.
"Okay, they're gone, why are you pretending to be out?" Rose told him, her voice just above a whisper and his eyes popped open and he gave her a proud, if a bit wobbly smirk.
"Good eye Rose," he said weakly with a slight wince. "I needed to talk to you, alone." Sherlock told her, his voice was still a little dopey, but she could see in his eyes he was all there. Leave it to Sherlock to come back faster than the doctors suspected he would.
"Okay," Rose said nodding her head. "What's wrong?"
"It was Mary," he said wincing again as he shifted in bed. "She was there, she shot me."
"What? No, why would Mary shot you?" Rose asked, clearly he was confused. Mary wouldn't do something like that, right?
"Magnussen has something on her, something bad," he said sitting up a bit, but he winced, harder than before.
"Wow, easy tiger," Rose said putting her hand on his shoulder. She looked over his pale face, he didn't look good, but his eyes were clear, he wasn't confused. "Are you sure?"
"Yes," he said and his eyes hardened. "She can't know you know, I don't think she'd hurt you, but I didn't think she'd shot me either and here we are." Rose felt something inside her clinch at the thought that Mary would shoot him, this was insane.
"What do I do?" she asked sounding unsure.
"You can't let on that you know," he told her taking her hand in his. "I'm not sure what to do next but I'll think of something." He groaned again and blinked rapidly. "Damn, I can't..." his eyes fogged up and Rose squeezed his hand.
"It's okay, you rest, I'll be fine," Rose told him easing him back down into his bed. "I won't let her know. Rest Sherlock, heal," she told him as his eyes fluttered closed. Rose sat back in her seat and finally let the tears fall. It had been so hard hearing Sherlock had been shot. She'd been so afraid she was going to lose him. She wasn't sure she would be able to move on from that. And now to find out Mary had shot him, she wasn't sure what to think; then the doctors' words from before filtered through her mind.
'And inch either way and he'd be dead' had she meant to kill him, or did she shot him with the intent of having him survive? She closed her eyes; her hand still in Sherlock's and took a deep breath. She wiped her eyes again and laid her head on the bed, next to Sherlock's hip, over their entwined hands. She just needed to rest her mind for a moment while she processed this new information.
She blinked a bit later when she heard footsteps down the hall. She sat up and yawned, how long had she been out? It couldn't have been more than 15 minutes, but it felt longer. She took a deep breath and prepared herself for her show. Mary could not know that she knew anything. The door opened and John and Mary walked in, both held a tray in their hands.
"Thanks guys," she said smiling at both of them, but she let it crack as she looked down at Sherlock. The smile crumbled away and John set the tray down.
"What's wrong, has something happened?" He asked when he reached her.
"No," Rose said shaking her head as she allowed a few tears to leak through. "I'm just... I'm so sorry." she said looking from John to Mary and back again.
"What, sorry? Why?" John asked and was startled by her tears. He'd never seen Rose cry before, she was such a strong person.
"I sent you guys in there, you're trying to help me, and he shot him," she said turning to Sherlock again as she wrapped her arms around her waist. She took a deep breath and stopped the tears as her face hardened.
"Him? You think Magnussen shot him? But he was hit in the face with a gun; he said there was an intruder." John reminded her and Rose let out a bitter laugh and turned to John.
"You don't think he'd have a minion willing to bloody him up for his story?" Rose demanded. "An intruder," she jeered with a shake of her head "No, Magnussen shot Sherlock." Now Roses eyes went cold as ice. "He's not going to get away with this."
A/N- I hope you guys are enjoying this story! I'd really love to hear from the readers!
