A/N: Ooo, I'm so mean to all of you aren't I? Well, I hope I made this chapter long enough for you. If not you'll just have to wait for part five! ;)
Going After The Detective
Part 4
"Oooh. My poor…head. Now whatever will Mr. Holmes say when we get there?" I sat up filling the back of my head tenderly. No blood, it was just a murderously bad headache that was all.
"Martha, are you all right?" There's Dr. Wa-John (get it right Martha!) kneeling beside me on the floor, prodding the back of my head for any…what? Major bruises? I didn't know, all I knew was that my head was going to ache for at least a year.
"Yes John, I'm fine," It takes me a minute to realize that we're the only ones in the compartment again. "Where's Scott?"
"Um, he took himself off the train…while it was moving."
"While it was moving?"
"Yes, that's what he did. Are you sure you're all right?" I stood up on wobbly legs and the headache worsened.
"Like I said before: I'm fine…well, except for this pounding headache…" John reached into his bag and pulled out a bottle. He opened it and handed me two small capsules.
"Swallow these." I looked at them suspiciously.
"What are they?"
"Just medicine to help you with your headache, that's all." I looked at them one more time, closed my eyes, tilted my head back, threw the pills in my mouth and forced them down. It took a bit but my headache was gradually relieving.
"So, what do we do now?"
I look around the room desperately trying to get focused on my writing again…but I can't. It's strange, usually I can focus on any task at hand but now, for some reason, I can't.
Maybe it's because my thoughts turn back to Mrs. Hudson and Watson and what they're doing right now. I sigh.
Not for the first time do I wonder if I've made the right choice.
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. I couldn't settle. After seeing Scott again, and learning that he wanted to get revenge on Mr. Holmes, it was rather unnerving.
"Martha, calm yourself. I doubt he's coming back."
"But what if he reaches Mr. Holmes before we do?"
"He doesn't know where he is remember? Only that he's somewhere in the Sussex Downs."
"But the idea that Holmes was moving down there would have sparked any one who's read your tale's interest. Word does travel fast these days."
"Indeed it does. Let us hope that this train travels faster." I smile and glance around the train. It wasn't until then that I noticed the folded piece of paper on the floor.
"What's this," I whispered as I reached and picked it up.
Don't worry about your friend, (it read) his grave will be very comfortable, I assure you. First I'll give him a house warming party, and then I'll come back for you!
A/N: Well, did you like it? Was it long enough? Was it still too short? Are you going to murder me? Wait, just answer that, don't do it. Just leave a review and I'll try to update ASAP!