One More Time
43: Crying Buckets and Buckets!
Sherlock walked into the room and saw the man in the room. Magnusson was on the ground.
"Come on this is not you Garrett," Sherlock said.
"Mr. Holmes that is not Garrett," Magnusson told him. The man turned around and Sherlock was surprised. It surprised him because he couldn't believe it.
"Is she with you?" he asked.
"Who?"
"You know better than to act stupid Sherlock, is Joan with you?" he asked.
"Yes," Sherlock responded.
"You moron, you should not have brought her here," he said pointing the gun at Sherlock.
"Look, whatever he has on you I can help you,"
"You are sometimes an idiot," he said.
"Come on Mr. Durin, you are not like this," Sherlock said trying to get into Thomas's head and hoping that Joan wouldn't come in here. He made to move but Thomas pointed the gun at him.
"Do not move, or I will shoot you," Thomas said.
"No, you won't, or Molly will be upset," Sherlock said. Thomas sighed before Sherlock moved again and he had to do it aimed and shot him. He also wasn't the only one, he turned to him.
"You just shot him," Magnusson said.
"You won't be speared either White Wizard, don't think I don't know why you came to hunt us," Thomas said before quickly shooting him in the head and he ran knowing that Joan was coming in as well.
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Hospital
Joan was trying to freak out and she kept her face neutral.
"He is going to be alright dear," Charles told her.
"Both Harry and Sherlock are in danger," Joan told them and tried not let more tears escape her.
"Well, I can give you good news, Harry just received a small injury and will be fine," Erik said.
"Is good to know, but Sherlock almost died," Joan said with tears in her eyes.
"He is alive," Charles told her.
"It's just I can't lose him again," Joan said, and Eric wrapped his arms around her.
"You will not," Eric told her and was wondering who was the one that had shot his son-in-law.
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Thomas was shocked when Molly called him into the hospital where Sherlock had been. He ran and saw Molly standing there with red rim eyes in another time he would have gotten jealous but knew that Molly cared very much about Sherlock.
"Thomas, you could not believe," Molly told him wrapping her arms around him.
"I came as fast as I could," Thomas told her.
"Well Joan has been a wreck, she said that Sherlock mentioned you," Molly told him.
"Really, I wonder why?" Thomas said.
"I don't know but I'm just glad your okay," Molly told him. Thomas hugged her but he looked toward the rooms and knew that he would have to speak with Sherlock to make sure that he didn't say anything
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Of course, being Sherlock, he made it all the more difficult when he disappeared from the Hospital sending everyone into a whirlwind. Thomas was worried as well and he knew that he wasn't going to like it. When he received the text, he knew he would have to follow.
Finding a large apartment with his face on it was too on the nose and he wondered if he would have to kill the man in the end.
"Isn't this a bit overdramatic?" Thomas asked him as he went inside.
"I hoped you would like it a bit different but not to you," Sherlock told him.
"The bastards gone," Thomas told him.
"Yes, he is, and everything has been cleared, I wondered why there would be so much of clean slate with his slate, but I suspect you are not the only one involved," Sherlock told him.
"No, I wouldn't be the only one involved, but I did the correct thing," Thomas told him.
"How good is your aim?" Sherlock asked him. Thomas pointed the gun at him.
"Do you want to find out?"
"I don't think Joan would appreciate it,"
"I suppose, I was able to clean my slate one last time, I have no regrets," Thomas told him before taking a coin and shooting it. "I won't hesitate to take you down if I have to,"
"Yes, but Joan is going to be really upset if she gets shot before the wedding," Sherlock said coming out and Thomas looked at him as he looked toward the chair. Joan stood up and looked at him.
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221 B
Joan and Sherlock walked up the stairs and they were being followed by Thomas. Joan helped Sherlock to sit down before she got the chair and put it down in the middle.
"What are you doing?" Thomas asked.
"This is where they sit," Joan told him looking him straight in the eyes.
"We'll get to decide if we help you," Joan said. Magnussen was no longer an issue he had died, but they didn't know if this would come to kick them in the rear.
"This is…"
"Sit!" Joan snapped. Thomas sat down and looked her.
"Explain," Sherlock said.
"I wanted to live out of my grandfather's shadow, so I went into the secret service under a different name, Magnussen found out and wanted to use it against me," Thomas told them.
"You went for him for another reason," Joan said.
"You don't understand Joan, you died," Thomas said. Joan and Sherlock looked at each other.
"Excuse me?" Joan asked.
"Magnussen was not a good man in this life or his last," Thomas told her. "In both lives he made people believe that he was good,"
"Who was he?"
"He was one of the Wizards," Sherlock told her. Joan looked at him surprised.
"What does my death have to do anything with him," Joan asked.
"Your father explained it to you," Sherlock told her.
"I was dead,"
"Yes, but you still opened doors," Thomas snapped. "You got rid of an enemy, but it doesn't mean that someone else wouldn't try to take his place,"
"Plus, he was ordered to make that kill," Sherlock said.
"What?" Joan asked.
"One last mission isn't that right," Sherlock asked but he wasn't looking at him. They all looked up to see the woman standing there in a white suit.
"I shouldn't be surprised you saw me Mr. Holmes,"
"Aunt Galadriel," Joan said raising an eyebrow.
"Joan, my dear I do apologize for the issues this little mission caused..."
"Sherlock was shot!" Joan snapped.
"Unfortunately, that wasn't meant to happen," she admits it looking toward Thomas with a raise brow. "Magnussen was becoming a problem and something Mycroft couldn't take care off, I decided to get rid of the problem,"
"So technically this was my fault," Joan said looking at everyone in the room.
"Joan don't see it that way, you made your choice and did the correct thing in your past,"
"Why do I feel like everything from my past is coming back to haunt me?" Joan said.
"You made the choice," Sherlock told her.
"What?"
"Like it or not and if it was up to me, it would just be me and you, but your past has come back for you to resolve it," Sherlock told her.
"Is everyone I know a part of me without wanting?"
"Yes," Sherlock said. "Now as much as I want to deal with you having a break down my dear doctor, make sure to let them in," Sherlock said fainting.
"What?" Joan said and ran to him. The three of them heard the noise seeing paramedics coming inside.
Galadriel stood by her side as they began to prepare Sherlock to leave again for the hospital.
"I wanted to avoid the trouble dear," Galadriel told her.
"Well, you didn't this time," Joan said, and she wanted to sound bitter, but she didn't know what they would have gone through after she died and knew stuff happened.
"Let me give you a ride to the hospital,"