'Well, that was fun' Moriartys face stared at them all. Sherlock growled, this was all because of him, he didn't care his brother had let them talk to each other, he was just a pawn. Moriaty was the chessmaster.
Just then, the screen switched to Eurus.
' Right then boys, Final round.'
'You are despicable.' Mycroft spat out as he watched Sherlock wrap an arm round Emily. Still holding her up, it seemed the adrenaline leaving her body had allowed her to become more aware of the electricity. She could hardly stay awake through the pain.
Suddenly the lights went out, each gave a grunt as they felt a small dart hit the backs of their necks. As Sherlock passed out he clung tightly to Emily's hand. Please dont separate us again.
Sherlock woke in a small room alone. Groaning as he rolled off what appeared to be a table he panicked when finding nobody was with him.
'John! Emily, Myc!'
'Hello brother dear, welcome to the final stage, notice anything?'
Sherlock jumped at Eurus's voice.
' Where are they Eurus, you better not have killed them or I will not hesitate to kill you!'
'They arnt dead Sherlock calm down. Or at least, they arnt yet. Now, solve this final problem.
Redbeard.'
Redbeard,
Of course, that's what brought them to Sherringford in the first place! But he didn't know! Redbeard was his dog, but from what Mycroft told them back at the flat, Eurus had taken him and drowned him. She always told him to follow the song but he had! He'd studied it so much when he was a boy and came up with nothing!'
' I know you killed him! you killed Redbeard what more is there to know!'
'Oh dear oh me, you still don't know the truth do you Sherlock. Solve the Song and you will find your little pets. Don't worry, our brother is just asleep.'
Sherlock wanted to rip out his hair, singing the song to himself he frantically looked for a way to escape.
I that am lost, oh who will find me?Deep down below the old beech tree.Help succour me now the east winds blow.Sixteen by six, brother, and under we go!Be not afraid to walk in the shadeSave one, save all, come try!My steps - five by sevenLife is closer to HeavenLook down, with dark gaze, from on highWithout your love, he'll be gone before.Save pity for strangers, show love the door.My soul seek the shade of my willow's bloomInside, brother mine -Let Death make a room.Before he was gone - right back over my hill.Who now will find him?Why, nobody will.Doom shall I bring to him, I that am queen.Lost forever, nine by nineteen.
He didn't know, he couldnt work it out, he'd spent hours, days and weeks trying to decipher the riddle but he kept coming up with nothing! Feeling a draft he thought hard, The rooms at Sherringford are all underground, there is not way that wind could get to him down there. Placing a ball on the table it slowly slid off. And it's not level! Wait, it isn't real! He pushed the wall down and he stared at his childhood home. Musgrave. Running to the blue light inside he found himself in his old lounge.
'John!'
'Sherlock! Are you there!'
'John! Where are you!' Looking round Sherlock watched what seemed to be memories on the wall,
'I.. I don't know,'
'Feel around you! what can you see? Is Emily and Mycroft with you?'
'I don't know, let me check!'
John woke with a pounding headache. Thinking Rosie had cried out he shifted and felt water slosh against him. Snapping his eyes open he could barely see 2ft in front of him. Reaching his arms out he felt a stone wall.
'John!'
'Sherlock! Are you there?'
' John! Where are you?'
John tried to see more, but he could only see apart of the moon shining through the top which was about 40ft above him.
' I.. I don't know.'
' Feel around you, what can you see? is Emily and Mycroft there?'
'I don't know, let me check!' Mycroft! Emily!..'Feeling around the floor he felt an arm, grabbing it quickly he dragged it up, Small wrists, Emily then. His mind suplied. Noticing how much of a dead weight she was he snapped into doctor mode, praying she hadn't drowned in the water at their feet. Feeling for a pulse he breathed a sigh of relief. It was there, thready but there all the same.
'I've got her Sherlock! Emily's here with me but Mycroft isn't!'
'Emily! Emily can you hear me?'He heard Sherlock frantic with panic.
'She can't hear you Sherlock! She's unconcious, breathing and alive but not responding!'
John bit his lip, He was scared, she was freezing, He propped her against the wall, the water coming up to her stomach. That's when he noticed his feet.
'Sherlock...'
'Not now John...'
'Sherlock..'
'I said not now John, just wait!'
'SHERLOCK!'
'WHAT!'
'I.. I'm chained to the floor. were in a well Sherlock and from what I can hear it's raining it won't take long for this well to fill. '
Sherlocks heart clenched, No, He couldn't lose them.
' Eurus where are they! help me with the song, please help me!' He stood frantically watching the memories, in his minds eye Redbeard was trotting towards him. Red hair, cheeky grin, wait! grin? Sherlock watched, memories flooding his brain. Redbeared wasn't a dog, he hadn't been allowed a dog, his dad was severely allergic.. Redbeard. Redbeard.
'Victor Trevor.'He whispered to himself. Falling to the floor with teats streaming down his face.
Victor Trevor was Redbeard. He remembered clearly now. Victor was his best friend, they played pirates together every single day. Why? Why would she kill him? 'She was only 5!'
Sherlock looked around.
' You, you killed my best friend, why?'
' Because I wanted to be your best friend... I was alone, always alone and you wouldn't let me play with you.' Sherlock cried out, The pain in his heart tripling with the crushing sense of loss.
'Sherlock! Help! The waters getting higher, I won't be able to keep Emily above the water for much longer! Help Sherlock!' Sherlock snapped to attention and ran to the gravestones outside.
John was starting to panic. The water had risen so much that he had to pick Emily up and place her on his back. She wasn't chained down like he was, but she was unconcious and would drown in a heartbeat. He just hoped Sherlock would get there soon.
Sherlock rushed out of the house, reaching the gravestones he'd always thought were funny because of the wrong dates he frantically worked through the puzzle.
I am lost, Help me brotherSave my lifeWithout your love, save my soul. Seek my room,before my doomI am lost.He did it! he knew where she was! racing faster than he had ever raced before he sprinted towards Eurus's old bedroom. He found her sat on the floor, arms wrapped round her and eyes tightly closed. He took in Mycroft on the bed in the corner. Asleep, He could see him breathing. Feeling heartless about leaving him but knowing Joh and Emily were in more immediate danger he crouched down next to Erus.
'your not alone anymore Eurus, let me help. Come back to me.'He carefully held her face on his hands, stroking away the tears that fell. Slowly she opened her eyes and looked at him.
'I promise, I'll bring you home, Tell me where my friends are. Eurus, Tell me where John Watson and Emily Taylor are.'
She stared, It felt like forever and he qws becoming more and more scared, but he knew if he moved or hurried her she would refuse.
' Please Eurus.' Tears were falling down his own cheeks.
'The well.'
John was struggling to breathe. The water was up to his neck and his arms were aching badly trying to keep Emily's head above with him. Sherlock come on!'
And then he heard it. He heard the scrape of wood and suddenly he was showered by moonlight, the water had stopped. squinting he saw Sherlock there with an umbrella over the hole. Police sirens were heard in the background and he could hear Greg Lestrade yelling.
He laughed in relief.
'Took you long enough you bastard, hurry, I can't hold her much longer.' Sherlock jumped down, ignoring rhe yells from Greg behind him. He took Emily from John, holding her as high as he could while he wrapped a rope round her like a harness.
John sagged they were getting out of here.
Mycroft was sat in the back of an ambulance ,watching as they loaded Emily on to a stretcher, machines hooked up, intubated and air bag in place, blankets smothering her. She almost died' He straightened when he saw Sherlock and John walking up to him. Preparing himself to be hit he closed his eyes tightly. He didnt expect the arms to wrap round him and hold him tightly. Eyes flying open he was assaulted by Sherlocks brown curls in his face. Fingers clenched his damp shirt and he could feel the tremors wracking through Sherlocks body. Putting his arms up he held his baby brother. He didnt care that he was 30 years old now, that moment, just then, he was the 6 year old little boy who had lost his best friend.
'It's alright brother mine, it's over.' Looking over Sherlocks shaking head, feeling tears making his already damp shirt even wetter, He saw John Watson, Greg lestarde and his assistant Anthea. Reaching out and pulling John towards him, he held both the young men close.
