Happy Late Valentine's to you all!
Hope it was a fluffeh day!
Sorry about the delay-had a bit of writers block for practically everything utilizing words.
Nothin' like a bit of inspirational music and random poetry to get ya goin' again.
About Sherlock, of course. :)
SPECIAL thank you to Alexandria Keating, Moos (My wonderful friend-how was your Valentines? :) , Arty Diane, Miam (Guest-love your username!), and Anonymous (Guest)-I brought a special someone back for ya!
You'll all see within the first few sentences. :)
Also thanks to all those favoriting and following!
Friend: "Let's listen to some music to cheer you up!"
Rainbow *smiles* : "Alrighty!" *puts iPod on shuffle*
"If I ruled the world...I'd throw all mah money in the air like confetti/
If I ruled the world, every house'd have a dj and a backyard party!"
Friend: "What's wrong? I thought you liked this song?"
Rainbow: "WHY ON EARTH COULDN'T THEY GIVE ME SHERLOCK IF THEY RULED THE WORLD?!"
Because they don't.
And they wouldn't give it to me anyway.
BECAUSE I DON'T OWN SHERLOCK.
Meh.
Alrighty, I'm done talking-ENJOY!
Sherlock Holiday Specialllllll!
Hope for a Christmas Miracle = 24 letters = 2,400 words
"Look, you-you-"
"Yes, me." Violet Holmes sighed, crossing her arms and shooting a knowing glance to Mycroft, who stood leaning on his cane with her cell phone in hand. They had been here for a half an hour, stuck with Carol in Lestrade's office. Mummy Holmes was playing a dangerous game with just as dangerous people in order to gain information as to Lily's location.
Her cell phone was practically the key to the door the little Lestrade was trapped behind-and if she could just get these people to turn that key for her…From the lengthy rant Sherlock had provided-as well as Mycroft's tale of his meeting with her-she was desperate to find Lily. Violet was pulling every string possible to get her back, and here was Carol-arguing with her over her interference rather than even attempting to do anything.
"Look-" Carol started again, cocking a hip and dramatically waving her hand. "You have NO idea what it's like to be a single mother working her ass off to raise her kids that were abandoned by the only father they knew-"
"Hun," Violet giggled, shaking her head. "I have every idea of 'what it's like'. Except MY husband's abandoning wasn't through a car accident death-he left our lives with nothing but a foreclosed house and his wedding ring…"
Mycroft smirked at Carol's wide eyes and dropped jaw.
"Ha-" she continued, pointing her finger judgmentally as she stepped closer to Violet. "You've raised two children-I have been raising three by myself." She stated proudly.
"You have three children," Violet nodded, pausing to tuck a stray golden curl from her face. "But you've only been raising two, Ms. Lestrade. In addition-this new dreadful man you've acquired had scarred the third child, if not all of them. Abuse is no form of love, Carol. "
"Excuse me?" Carol shouted, hatred and shame glossing over her eyes. "You –how do you even know? You have NO right to talk to me like this-"
"I have every right." Violet smiled, looking as calm and content as ever.
"Furthermore-you have NO right to be here, this is my child-she is not of your concern!"
"Mummy-" Mycroft attempted to interject, staring at his mother's phone screen with a smile.
"Oh, she certainly is."
"And why the hell do you think so-she's my daughter, for Christ's sakes!" Carol practically screamed.
"Mummy-" Mycroft tried again.
"Oh, I'm sorry Ms. Lestrade-I've almost forgotten to tell you-"
"MUMMY!"
Violet immediately swiveled on her heels to face her son. "Yes love?"
Handing her the phone, Mycroft smiled as his mother emitted a childish "Squee!" of joy before rapidly texting the forwarded message to her youngest son.
"Wha-what-did you find her?" Carol asked in a doubtful tone. "Have you found my daughter?!"
"On the contrary, Ms. Lestrade, I have found MY daughter," Violet corrected, "The only task now is to go get her." She added in a mutter, sending the text and already making her way out of the office with Mycroft close behind.
Carol followed heatedly, shaking her head wildly. "She is NOT your damned daughter!" she snarled.
"Oh!" Violet exclaimed, coming to complete stop (and causing Mycroft to bump into her as a result). "She's not," she smiled proudly, unfolding a document from her pocket as she approached Carol. "But she may as well be."
Narrowing her gaze, Carol snatched the paper from Mummy Holmes' hands and skimmed through the fateful words with wide eyes. "Y-you…L-Lily is m-my, my daughter!" she choked, not believing what she was reading.
"Biologically, maybe so," Violet cocked her head to the side. "However she is now-and forever- under my custody."
"H-how did you even-"
"Ms. Lestrade- I suggest you give thanks for the two sons you adore, as well as that awful bloke you're so infatuated with-" Violet rolled her eyes. "-and leave this situation alone, for your own good. I personally guarantee the jury of the court will most certainly not be in your favor." And with that, she and Mycroft were strolling down the hall on a strict rescue mission.
"Why you-you little BITCH!" Carol barked after them, her words earning her many dirty looks from the surrounding officers and employees at their workstations.
"Good evening, Ms. Lestrade!" Violet waved as she and Mycroft turned a corner-not looking back once.
Carol stood, staring at the corner in disbelief.
For the first time in her life, she was speechless.
Xxxxx
The average temperature in Antarctica is approximately forty seven degrees Celsius below zero…
Each winter one septillion snowflakes fall from the sky…
It takes over one million teenie tiny droplets to make one…
As interesting as these facts were, they weren't as distracting as Lily had hoped. In fact, they seemed to only make the room feel even colder than it was-and the wounds burn all the more…
If that were possible.
She had to be somewhere outside; there was no conceivable way for such low temperatures in an insulated building…
She wanted to explore in the dark-to be brave to find out where she was-but her numb limbs wouldn't allow her such freedoms. The foul-smelling residue from the rag that had been pressed to her face remained, nauseating her stomach and triggering a growing headache. She wouldn't let the warm unshed tears fall-she wouldn't let him have the satisfaction.
Mostly, though, her mind was occupied on the pain-every nerve on fire, every cell inside screaming in agony at the low temperature that sharply bit at her open wounds.
Sherlock was right…
He was a monster.
"No."
"If I hear you utter that word once more-" he snickered, toying with the glinting knife as though it were a common utensil for such activities. "I'm afraid you will be required to clean the sticky-red stains from the walls yourself…"
Her heart skipped a beat, but her mind didn't. "N-no."
"Last. Chance."
"I won't tell you anything. NO." she felt herself tremble-unable to control the fear and dark emotions swelling inside of her. Knowing all-too-well she was the fly in the spider's web, she shakily curled into the corner and squeezed her eyes shut, preparing for the worst.
"Wrong answer, sweetheart…maybe you'll talk to my friend, here…" he chuckled darkly, leisurely approaching her quivering form, gleefully drinking in the sight. "He has a sharp way with words…"
"N-no…" she choked, tasting the bitter tears that slid down her bruised cheeks as she looked him in the cold, unforgiving eyes. "No."
"Oh, you'll talk…" Moriarty laughed, kneeling down to hiss in her ear. "And when you do-I'll absorb every…" he paused to gingerly rest the knife's blade on her exposed chin. "…single…word."
Swallowing hard, Lily held her position as though she were stone. "Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength…" Sherlock had told her the night she ran into 221B with teary eyes-blubbering of the pain caused by her mother's new boyfriend...
"…while loving someone deeply gives you courage." John had finished with a tender smile.
She was loved- very much- by those who had spoken such words…
So when the knife glided against her skin, she held back her tears…and watched in silence as red droplets slowly speckled onto the cement floor.
"We both know you have much to say…" Moriarty spat, roughly grasping her bleeding chin to force her to look him in the eye. "Care to share with me?"
Feeling the blade slide across her arm, she managed to whimper, "Never."
And there was never a time she wished so deeply to be back at 221B.
The little Lestrade shivered for what felt like the hundredth time, so she gave sidetracking facts she knew another try-ones to hopefully warm her chilled body.
About one third of earth's surface is covered in deserts…
But only twenty percent of them are covered in sand…
The original meaning of 'desert' is-
"Hahchue!" Lily sneezed, disrupting her train of thought as well as the haunting silence in the black surrounding. She shuddered as the sound echoed off unseen walls, indicating she was indeed in a containment room of some sort. Stretching, she sighed in relief at the tingly feeling in her legs and arms. At least she felt something other than distressing pain.
The little one couldn't help but give a small fearful whimper at the sudden sound of a slamming door in the distance, reverberating through the darkness.
The pins and needles in her legs were gone-and with some effort, she could shakily move them. Slow, ominous footsteps indicated someone-not-so-nice was on his way to find her.
Slowly rocking back and forth, she questioned whether or not to move from her location. There was a high chance of finding herself in deep trouble if she tried-but she was guaranteed just the same if she stayed. At least it was a bit safer sitting and hiding…
He was whistling a lighthearted tune now-pausing every now and then to chuckle wickedly. The noise sent shivers down the little Lestrade's spine.
"I'm sorry I took so long…"
She knew he was grinning without seeing him.
"…had some business matters to attend to…"
Softly trotting ahead, Lily found she was already gasping for air and fighting the fatigue deep in her bones. She moaned at the sudden pain from colliding with an unseen wall.
"But those tend to be such boring troubles, don't they? We can do something fun before our guests arrive…"
Wheezing as quietly as she could, she turned away from the origin of Moriarty's voice and stumbled in the opposite direction.
"Oh dear me-it looks as though my little Rapunzel has escaped from her tower…"
Lily felt as though she were about to vomit…she most likely would have, if not for the fact she had come face-to-face with yet another wall. Hearing footsteps behind her, she held her breath and did what John's voice in her head told her to.
Sometimes you don't have a choice but to go with your gut…
Squeezing her eyes shut, she pushed back the exhaustion overcoming her muscles and ran as fast as her legs would allow her towards her target.
"Ah-there you are…" he chuckled at the sound of her approaching footsteps. "I take it the dark is a bit scary for little gi-"
With the satisfying sound of his body collapsing to the cement floor-Lily managed to smile as she ran toward the direction he originally came from-therefore of the door. Sherlock always told her to pay attention to such details…
Shaking his head angrily as he stood, Moriarty cursed just how strong this annoying little twit was proving herself to be. "Someone's in biiiiig trouble…" he growled, stomping after his escaping prisoner.
Xxxxx
"Stop-here." Sherlock curtly ordered the taxi driver, catching John by surprise.
Once outside, the tall detective put away his cell phone and lead the way-cocking his handgun in the process.
"Where the hell are we going?" John hissed, alarmed at the sight of his flustered flatmate. Sherlock was never flustered…
Ever.
"Parking garage eighteen-on Hiddlestone Drive." he replied, shuffling through an alleyway.
"Is that where-"
"Yes."
"How are we sure-" the doctor started again.
"Mummy's work." Sherlock replied simply.
Blinking in realization of what was just said; John took no hesitation in snatching Sherlock by the wrist and dragging him along down the alleyway-then taking a left, rather than the planned right Sherlock had in mind.
"John-what are you-"
"There's a shortcut this way-hurry."
To the tall detective's surprise, the shortcut was shorter than he estimated-leading them to the abandoned garage within two minutes. The snow had stopped, but the rain had just started.
"Now what-do we walk through the front door?" John yelled over the pouring rain.
"If we-" Sherlock started, but stopped in mid-sentence.
A blood-curdling scream echoed off the neighboring buildings, sharply piercing the frozen detective's hearts.
"Sherlock-!" John snapped, gesturing above to the parking garage's rooftop with fearful eyes.
"LILY!"
Xxxxx
Panting, Lily felt hot tears sting her eyes as she pushed through the heavy door and immediately climbed the small staircase to the windowed exit above-the sun shining through as a sign of hope for freedom.
"You've been quite the inconvenience, darling," Moriarty snarled, stalking up the stairs just as she stumbled out the exit. The door's hinges squealed in protest as he burst through, grinning mischievously at the sight of his prey shaking in fear a mere few yards ahead. "And after how nice I've been to you…"
Shaking her head wildly in search for an answer, Lily felt herself hyperventilating as Moriarty advanced from behind. She was on a rooftop-the alleyways a good ten stories below. The snow falling from the dark clouds above were slowly becoming rain droplets-and before Lily knew it, she was soaking wet, practically shivering to death as the water made its way into her burning cuts.
"Well Mr. Nice is gone now!"
Feeling deadly arms snake around her waist and neck, Lily mustered up her remaining strength and let out a terrified and agonized scream that echoed off the surrounding abandoned buildings. The tears held back from hours ago flooded down her cheeks, blending with the drenching rain.
"LILY!"
"Well well weeeelllll!" Moriarty squeaked, leaning over the edge to see none other than his 'party guests' soaking on the sidewalk with handguns pointed his way. "Look who's finally arrived! Do come in, would you?" he yelled.
"PUT. HER. DOWN." Sherlock ordered sternly, his gaze stone cold.
"Aw, but I've set everything up for you!" Moriarty pouted, roughly tightening his death grip on the little Lestrade.
Seeing Lily whither and choke helplessly above snapped John in half. "LET HER GO NOW OR I SHOOT!" he bellowed, aiming his handgun
"It took me so long, too-" Moriarty paused as a gunshot echoed and bullets whirred past- two inches from his head. "My goodness, aren't we excited tonight!" he exclaimed. Smirking at the two detectives reloading their guns and the hatred etched in their faces, he spread one arm out over the edge theatrically and held Lily in a choke-hold with the other.
"You want her, Sherlock?!" he cackled loudly, an ominous gleam in his eye. "You truly want her back?! COME AND GET HER!"
And with that, Moriarty was gone-disappearing from the detectives' sight as he made his way across the rooftop to head back downstairs.
He laughed to himself in an almost psychotic way as he shuffled down the stairs. "You'd better hope for a Christmas miracle."
Duhm duhm duuuuuuuummmmmmmmm-uh!
You betchya-the next one is da rescue mission, again, DUHM DUHM DUUUMMMMMM!
Any ideas for a much nicer holiday theme/word to save Lily?
And hopefully have some good ol fashioned holiday cookehs?
Reviews=LOVE!
Spread da LOVE!