Chapter 9
When Sherlock woke up, he was falling out of a comfortable chair in the control room.
He felt completely fine except for a splitting headache.
Anderson was in the corner where Molly was tapping away at a computer, but where was John?
He had definitely been here when he had gone to sleep. He was sure of that.
Ah, he had probably gone back out to look for that beyond useless boyfriend of his.
Sitting up higher in the chair drew the attention of the others and Molly rushed over to mollify him some more. Anderson predictably stayed where he was, not even looking at him. 'Probably trying to avoid the verbal abuse I'm going to throw his way.'
To be fair at least on man had already died due to the man's incompetence. Not a good or interesting man to be sure but a man none the less. These were new levels even for Anderson.
He pushed Molly away. "It's just a concussion. The doctor said. What's going on?"
"The storm's cleared up and we've called in a helicopter. It's on it's way and should get to the helipad in about an hour. We're just waiting for John to get back with Sean then we're going.2
As if he had been summoned Sean burst suddenly into the room, breathing heavily and a cold sweat plastering his hair to his face.
"Where's John?" Sherlock asked. He leaned around Molly but he couldn't see the shorter man anywhere.
"He... he's dead." Sherlock felt his blood freeze in his veins as his heart seemed to stop.
Through the shock and the strong headache he could barely think but there was something... off about Sean that he couldn't quite place. He looked like he was hiding something.
But... John was dead? He wasn't sure how to feel about that. He felt... upset? It was such an unfamiliar feeling that he couldn't quite place it but it was strong and it was there. If he had to put a name to it...
Disappointed as well. He had only met John yesterday but he... had liked him. Like he never liked anybody. He could hardly claim that he had been devoted to John after a day but he had wanted to talk to him more... he felt as though if they had of had the opportunity they could have been so much more.
It was obvious that Sean wouldn't have been a real obstacle.
He had enjoyed John's company, which was supremely unusual, and his feelings had been reciprocated, which was practically unheard of.
It seemed ridiculous to be so upset for a man he barely knew, but... he was.
He was so... so interesting.
Whatever he had seen, Molly obviously hadn't. "Oh Sean, I'm so sorry!"
She looked like she was about to burst into tears. Again.
A voice crackled over the radio, telling them it was time to go and meet the helicopter, but Sherlock wasn't listening.
He stood up, swaying just a little bit and followed, but stopped at the door. He wanted to wait for John, like he would be coming soon, but John was dead. They could wait as long as they could, but he wasn't going to come. Not now.
"Sherlock, come on," called Anderson impatiently, though without the usual disdain.
Sherlock scowled but followed reluctantly.
They made their way swiftly through the building, but when they got to the entrance hall they saw something to make them pause.
Standing in the doorway, covered in dirt and clutching his shoulder. He was shaking slightly with the exertion and his face was slightly scrunched with pain.
"John!" Shouted Sherlock, catching the man's attention as he hadn't seemed to have noticed them yet.
He couldn't stop the smile that spread over his face at seeing the other man alive, even if he didn't look too well.
"John," murmured Sean, looking, for want of a better word, devastated.
Sherlock had noticed that they had obviously been having problems, but still, he didn't exactly look pleased to see him. He narrowed his eyes at Sean.
"You said he was dead." His voice was cold. Calculating. His brain was starting to work properly again.
The doctor stumbled over to the rest of the group, slowly, with some difficulty. It was obvious that his shoulder was causing him a lot of pain, but Sherlock couldn't see anything obviously out of place, or any blood, so it was probably just the aggravation of an old wound.
"I- he- he fell, there was a raptor, it was right behind him, there was nothing I could do-" Sean was stuttering now. Guilt all over his face. Definitely lying. But he had thought that John was dead.
John stopped right in front of him and glared at him.
"John, i- I'm so-"
He didn't get to finish that sentence as right then the fist of John's good arm collided with the side of his face.
"You unimaginable bastard!" John yelled as the other man fell to the floor.
Realization burnt Sherlock's brain as anger surged through him like fire.
Sean had actually left John to die. Not only that, John wouldn't be quite so angry... he had tried to use him as a sacrifice so that he could escape!
Before he could say anything though there was a cawing sound. Like a bird, but louder, and deeper. Turning round, they saw a raptor standing there.
More were surrounding them.
He wasn't even surprised when John dragged the other man up despite everything that he had done. He was so intrinsically good, Sherlock wondered why he had ever even been with Sean in the first place.
They huddled together into a smaller group, but the raptor followed them, slowly advancing. Sherlock met John's eyes as they got closed in. It looked like they were going to die.
Sherlock saw one of the raptors was obviously about to lunge at John and grabbed him out of the way, pulling him against himself and out of danger.
As it happens there was no need as the raptor was caught mid flight by a gigantic set of teeth. The T-Rex was back.
As it devoured the raptor the others launched themselves onto it. Taking advantage of their distraction the humans ran outside as fast as they could, Sherlock dragging John after him, knowing that adrenaline was the only thing keeping the man upright.
They charged outside and into the Jeep that was still parked where John had left it earlier. Sean started the car and they raced off.