Sherlock and John shone their torches around.
"I don't understand." Sherlock said.
"What?" John and I asked.
"There's nowhere else it could be."
He put his hands to his temples, before giving out an exclamation and running to the end of the platform. He then jumped off, landing between the rails.
"Hand on, Sherlock," John said. "Isn't it live?"
"If it is, it could kill us!" I exclaimed.
"It won't as long as we don't touch the rails." Sherlock told us, walking on.
Hesitantly, John and I glanced at each other, before jumping and landing between the (live) rails. We followed Sherlock through the tunnel.
"You sure?" John asked.
"Sure." Sherlock replied.
"Positive?" I asked, looking warily at the ground.
"Yes."
As we carried on, we still didn't come across the carriage.
"No, nothing there." John announced.
Sherlock shone his torch above us.
"John, Jennifer." he said, pointing up.
There was an opening in the ceiling. I looked straight ahead; the carriage.
"Sherlock." I said.
John and Sherlock looked as well. We carefully walked up to the carriage and started looking for the bomb on the outside. Sherlock opened the door and went inside. We followed, and looked around.
"It's empty," John stated. "There's nothing."
"Could be hidden." I suggested.
Quickly, Sherlock nodded, staring intently at the seats.
"It's in there." he said.
John looked around, and I joined Sherlock as he took the seats apart.
"This is the bomb." Sherlock told us.
"What?" John asked.
"The carriage," I said, catching on. "The carriage is the bomb."
"Yes, the whole compartment." Sherlock confirmed, carrying on with removing the seat cushions.
As John examined the wires in the seats, I noticed Sherlock tapping his foot on a part of the flooring. I helped him remove it. John looked over to us, and took some deep breaths. I looked between my brother and our friend. We all stared at the hole in the floor.
"The main event." I quietly said.
Silence again. John looked up at Sherlock.
"We need bomb disposal." he said.
Sherlock met his gaze.
"There may not be time for that now." he replied.
My eyes widened even more.
"What?" I breathed.
"So what do we do?" John asked.
I looked expectantly at Sherlock, as did John.
"I've no idea." he told us.
"Well think of something." John said.
"What makes you think I know what to do?"
"You're Sherlock Holmes, you're as clever as it gets."
"That doesn't mean I know how to diffuse a giant bomb! What about you?"
"I wasn't in bomb disposal, I'm a bloody doctor!"
"And a soldier, as you keep reminding us all!"
"Can't we rip the timer off or something?"
"No, that would set it off."
"You know things!"
Suddenly, the lights came on, and we looked around in a panicked state. The timer had started counting down.
A/N:
I'm so glad you're all liking it!
the gay jester: Thank you so much! I'm hoping to get TEH done this week, maybe even go into TSoT.
BradyS: Yeah! I love writing the interactions between Sherlock and Jennifer! It's almost like writing sibling banter, which I don't really get to do with my portrayal of John as a brother.
~Ellis~