Hello once more. I have to say that I sadly do not own Sherlock or 'Hallelujah' so... Did you see the trailer? Oh my god! Thank you for reading and sticking with it. I applaud you. Enjoy this last chapter! :)
Chapter 10
"I'm back..."
"I've heard that there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah.
You faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to her kitchen chair
She broke your throne, she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah.
Maybe I have been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah.
There was a time you'd let me know
What's real and going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?
And remember when I moved in you
The holy dark was moving too.
And ever breath we drew was hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah.
Maybe there's a God above
And all I've ever learnt from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
It's not a cry that you can hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah."
Scarlett had started singing to Sherlock hours ago hoping that it would help t wake him up, but with little success. However, the last song- Hallelujah- that she sung had managed to help him stir slightly. "Sherlock, I'm sorry for what I've done to you, and John. I hope that someday you can forgive me." She then kissed his forehead, pulled her fingers through his hair and left the left.
An hour later, DI Lestrade came to visit. "Come on Sherlock, we need you for this case." He looked at the nurse who stood next to the bed as she shook her head.
"Even that doesn't seem to help him, believe me. I've tried it many times Greg. I'm sorry." The nurse then left Lestrade alone with Sherlock who still remained motionless on the bed in front of him.
"John wants to see you. They're not allowing him to do so because he's not in perfect shape either. He was shot, do you remember? Irene Adler and Jim Moriarty cornered him, and then the next moment he was on the floor. It was all a bit of a blur if I'm honest. They fled of course so we didn't get them." Lestrade moved closer towards Sherlock and placed his hands in his pockets. "Seems they got to you too. You came blundering over to me, I held you back and then you just collapsed. What was it, eh? I know that you remember, Sherlock."
"Poison, on the blade." Sherlock sat up quickly as if he was awake the entire time.
"Oh. Hello. I mean, what? Poison?"
"Yes, on the blade. Didn't you hear me?" Sherlock was already agitated by Lestrade's incompetence.
"What blade? There was no blade?" Lestrade looked confused as ever. He never knew what Sherlock was going on about exactly, it was like the pink suitcase from 'A Study in Pink' all over again. Sherlock raised his hand to show Lestrade the cut on his hand that still looked deep on his skin. "They never told us that was from a blade, Sherlock." Sherlock rolled his eyes.
"That's because people don't think. Moriarty attempted to stab me with a blade, but failed. Instead, he managed to cut my hand which meant that the poison he had placed onto the blade would flow into my system and around my body. He then fled with 'The Woman' who had just shot John and then both made it away. No thanks to you." Sherlock explained everything in small detail so that he knew Lestrade would understand.
"What about their third guest? Was she involved in all of this? You have to remember that this all took place at the funeral of Scarlett Hines." Lestrade was writing everything down as evidence for future enquiries.
"Ah. Yes, the third musketeer, so to speak. I remember her clearly. Her name was Marie Kingston and she had been living with the other two for a couple of weeks. She took me into the bathroom and revealed herself as..." Sherlock paused and tried to remember, but the memories hurt. "I don't remember who she was exactly, but she held me back." Lestrade tried to hold the laughter back. "Something funny?"
"She held you back? Haha." Sherlock rolled his eyes at Lestrade's response.
"Yes. She had been given super strength I believe, as she was under their control. I saw her eyes turn red. And not just the iris, the whole eye was a pool full of blood." Sherlock's description was vivid in Lestrade's mind. He could picture a woman standing opposite Sherlock with her eyes gone and replaced with blood that flowed down her cheeks like a waterfall.
"Right... Right. I'm going to go and file this and then I'll be back." Sherlock chuckled, noticing that Lestrade could see worse of the girl than she actually was. "See you."
"Scarlett Hines' funeral, eh?" Sherlock mumbled to himself. "Good on you girl." He did in fact remember the girl that held him back, it was Scarlett and he could forgive her. There came a knock from the door. "If I know you and don't like you, then please be kind enough to piss off!" John walked into the room with a limp. Sherlock smiled and attempted to get out of bed.
"Ah. No. I'll come over to you; I don't want you hurting yourself when you've only just woken up." John continued to limp over to the bed but it got increasingly better. "Psychosomatic limp again." He placed himself on top of the bed and smiled at his friend. "I'm so glad I got to see you again. I was scared as hell. The can heal a 'War Wound' as they call it. But you had poison in your system which they could have quite possibly not have not got out."
"I was injured less than you, John. Let's try and not make it such a big thing." Sherlock was back to his normal nature already, which worried John slightly. "It wouldn't have killed me any way, Scarlett made sure of that." John looked confused as his eyes squinted.
"Scarlett Hines? But she's-"
"Dead? Well yes and no. I'll explain it all to you over coffee later on, but she somehow managed to switch the poison making sure that it put me into a deep enough coma that would take ages to get the poison out, just like the actual version. I believe that this poison in my body was a liquid version of the pills she took a few weeks ago." Sherlock looked John up and down. "Did I tell you that I took the pills from you, gave them to her, held her in my arms as she 'died' and then made up the whole story just so you wouldn't go off on one of your rants about caring?" John now looked slightly angry, "Apparently not." Without Sherlock expecting it, John pulled him in for a hug, making sure that it was tight so that he knew they were both still alive. "What's this for?" Sherlock hugged back.
"Everything. I thought I'd lost you. A lady comes in everyday to visit you, she sings and then she leaves. Today she sung for three hours straight. She occasionally took fifteen minute breaks to have a drink and talk to you, but her voice was amazing. She just sung 'Hallelujah' to you, and it was the most beautiful version that I've ever heard." John had drifted his stare off into the distance. He obviously enjoyed picturing her voice singing to him in his ears.
"John. I think you should know that Scarlett is the woman who helped to 'kill' you." John's head tilted in question. "Oh yes. She was distracting me so that I couldn't help you. She was Marie Kingston." John's eyes became wider as he acknowledged what Sherlock telling him.
"But how did she survive her tumour?" Sherlock pressed the red button that by the side of his head. "What are you doing?"
"Nurse, would you mind bringing us some coffee please? I promised my friend here that I would tell him something over coffee. So to tell him that I need the coffee, please." The nurse left and within a few moments brought back back the coffee. "Thank you, you may leave." She did as she was told. "She's one of Mycroft's women, I don't want her listening to this."
"So how did she do it? How did Scarlett Hines survive?" John was curious as his friend hadn't even hinted a single clue towards him.
"With a little help from the Consulting Criminal and 'The Woman'. They sat next to her on the train, they were going to kill her in fact, when they found her train ticket. She was heading straight to London as her stop, so they questioned her. They then looked through her phone and found messages from Mrs Hudson; one in particular catching their gaze:
'You're looking for a man that goes by the name of John Watson. He should be waiting underneath the clock, so look out for him.'
Your name they recognised so they obviously thought that they could use her to get to us. They had also found Scarlett's not about having two and a half years to live. Yes, two and a half years. They created a new one which read seven months and made sure that she knew their plan. She would get close to us, then her I would have a 'fallout', which is followed by both of you being kidnapped. Scarlett then gets injected with a mysterious liquid that 'takes her over', but in fact. The liquid just activated a different liquid that was already in her system. They most likely spiked her drink with it on the train. This meant that Scarlett went on without any record of it, thinking that she was dying in those seven months. Then when Mycroft got hold of her, Moriarty and Irene Adler made sure that the symptoms would speed up as to convince both us and Scarlett that it was really happening. She didn't remember what was happening until she was awoken in the morgue by her two accomplices a few days later. She was then told what she had to do to stay alive and that was to become Marie Kingston." John had been listening carefully making sure that he understood every part of what happened. "I believe that she heard the plan and then decided that she would take it upon herself to swap the poisons in order for me to survive."
"So where is he now?" John looked puzzled once more, but at least he had followed Sherlock's speech for once, it was usually hard to; the speed that he spoke at.
Sherlock stood up and walked to the door, placing his hand on the handle. "Right on the other side of this door." He pulled the door sharply making sure that the woman who stood there fell in. "Hello Scarlett. Would you like some coffee? Of course you would." John looked the woman up and down, it was the woman who would sing to Sherlock often.
"Wait. You're Scarlett Hines?" John turned to Sherlock and looked as he smiled greatly.
Yes John. Hello. It is I. How did you know I was standing outside?" Scarlett pulled her wig off and took out the teeth. This disguise was much simpler than Marie Kingston.
"It was quite simple really..." Sherlock began.
"Oh, let me guess. You could hear me breathing? Or you planned this conversation out perfectly so I would fall in at the right time?" Sherlock looked curious.
"Actually, I saw your shadow against the curtain, but that's fine as well. If that entertains you enough for it to be the truth, then think I used one of those." Scarlett looked back at the curtain on the door and chuckled slightly. John looked as confused as he did when Sherlock flirted with someone. It just wasn't natural, but he seemed to be able to do it better than John himself.
"Yes, okay. Flirt all you like, but when I've left the room if you don't mind. There's two versions of Sherlock Holmes in the room now and if I'm honest, it is really rather annoying." John stood up and started to walk perfectly, if not for the clutching on his side where the bullet had hit. "Goodbye, you truly are 'The New Woman'..."
Scarlett ignored John and moved towards Sherlock, he turned toward her as she did so. Without her expecting it, Sherlock picked Scarlett up and placed her onto his lap. "Hello."
"Hello Sherlock. I'm back again."
"As am I, which is good because I've got a lot to do with the police still. Lestrade told me that there was a new case everyday. Well, three times everyday to be exact. He was always very insistent in his words." Sherlock moved closer into Scarlett, her placing her arms around his neck. "I've missed our little games."
"And I have missed you; it's been hard pretending to be someone else who isn't supposed to love you as much as I do." Scarlett smiled again at him.
"Well, you're going to have to continue." Sherlock almost threw Scarlett off of him. "Sorry." Scarlett looked at him with a sad expression.
"But I helped you to survive, surely that's something?" Sherlock shook his head at her.
"John has save my life many times, always making sure that I know he's alive when he does so. I can't think of a worse thing to do than to save someone by pretending to die. It just doesn't seem right, I'm sorry that you have to hear that from me." Scarlett was almost in tears as he spoke to her, so Sherlock gave her a sarcastic smile.
"Fine. I'll be better off without you any way. It'd be better for the both of us, but mostly me of course. I won't have to live out the rest of my days being compared to such a freak, as you." Scarlett stormed out of the room making sure that the door slammed. John entered moments later.
"What the bloody hell was that all about?" John pointed towards the door, he was talking about Scarlett looking as though she was about to cry herself to death. Sherlock didn't answer, he was too busy reading a note that was placed firmly in his long hands. "Sherlock!"
"Hmm..."
"Scarlett just stormed out of here, can you please tell me why." Sherlock looked up at his friend.
"In your terms of words, John, we broke up. She helped and attempt to kill us both, so I decided that love would continue to be a hideous distraction. Especially if I were to love her. Is that so wrong of me?" John shook his head with a smile. "Good."
John chuckled slightly, "You were together? Wow."
"Technically, yes. But in theory, no. Is that funny to you?"
"Are those not the same thing?" Sherlock shook his head slightly.
"Oh, John. I continue to envy you. Your brain is still placid and barely used..." Sherlock paused and thought for a bit.
"What? Why didn't you continue until I had reacted? That's not like you."
"Mine is also unused. We need to get on a case right away!" Sherlock jumped out of bed. "It's too QUIET!" He flew out the door grabbing his coat at the end of the bed, and almost dancing down the corridor.
"Where are we going?"
"To see Detective Inspector Lestrade, he has a few cases for us to unpuzzle. Don't mind do you?" John stopped and looked at what he wore.
"We are leaving the hospital, in hospital clothes?" Sherlock stopped listening and looked at the note again. Scarlett had two in her hand when she entered the room, she then left one in Sherlock's hand before leaving herself. "What does it say?" John made Sherlock jump slightly.
"We shall meet again Mr Holmes. And this time, it'll be for the last time. -The Poisoned Woman xx"
"Oh how poetic," Sherlock screwed the piece of paper up and threw it into the bin. "no thank you." He then stopped and looked at both himself and John's attire. "This way." Sherlock ran into a small room and found both his and John's clothes.
"Sherlock, what are you doing?" John shouted at him.
"We need to change, John. You said it yourself, we can't go and see Lestrade without being fully clothed. I tried that with the Queen, remember. And look how that turned out?" There was a few moments of silence before both men broke out in a chorus of laughter.
"Oh yes. Do not do that ever again!" John smiled. They were happier together than apart. What happened to them when a woman had walked into their life would never be talked about again. That was a promise.
I guess I'll see you around then, because this is where it ends. If you haven't seen the trailer then a) How have you not seen it and b) Watch it! Thank you and I hope you have a nice week!