Wow it's been a pretty long time hasn't it?! I've been even busier in the summer vacation then in the actual year, never thought that was possible.
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"I'm leaving, Mycroft!" John remarked one last time before he turned around and went through the square opening. From that point, everything got quite blurry.
The deafening bang was so loud John could swear he felt blood coming out his ears, and running down his face.
He tried opening his eyes but couldn't, and when he did manage to open them to a slit, the sour sweat seeped in. The touch of it felt as the touch of an acid.
"Sarah?" he yelled but something bitter muffled his voice. He could feel it clinging to the sides of his throat, narrowing the passage way, until he could no longer breathe.
The bitter thing burnt its way into his lungs. "Sarah!" no one answered.
He was very dizzy. He tried walking to the general direction he thought Sarah was standing earlier, but after just a few steps, his legs gave up and he hit the asphalt.
Every cough felt as if a bullet was pulled out of his chest.
The heat was unbearable and his skin burned just like his insides.
"Help" he whispered, because it was all that he was capable of. "Please."
No one was there.
"Sherlock." the name came out so quite with the deafening sound of the flames on the background, it may as well was his inner voice.
"Please"
John Watson closed his eyes, for what (he thought) was the last time.
For he knew that no one will come for him this time. The only one who would have been willing to jump into the fire for him, was dead.
The name was nothing more than a whisper at first. But it grew louder and louder "John! Stay with me." Who's me? He didn't know. The voice disappeared and didn't come back for a while. John wondered where it might have gone when in less than about 10 minutes, at least that was how it felt, the voice came back but now it wasn't saying his name, actually, John wasn't sure what it was saying and he could also hear another voice but still couldn't tell who it belonged to. At first it was too blurry to tell the words apart but slowly the conversation between the two men became clearer.
"We can't tell him, not yet" that was the first sentence John's mind understood fully. "But-" "No, we don't have enough evidence yet and it is dangerous. Absolutely not. He wouldn't want us to."
The blond man slowly opened his eyes. The dimmed sunlight penetrated his eyes and shortly his sight became clearer.
He rubbed his eyes and pushed himself up, at least he tried to but Lastrade pushed him right back to laying position.
"What happened?" He asked, his voice still croaky. "The building exploded and you fainted, suffocated from the smoke."
"And Sarah?" It just occurred to him, she was there.
"I'm sorry John." No, not Sarah too. "I really am."
"How long have I been here?"
"About a week." The other voice said, "Judging by your beard," It was just then when John noticed the man with the umbrella leaning against the wall. "I was only informed earlier today."
"You are a surprisingly unreachable man." Lestrade mumbled. "Is it really that surprising?"
Mycroft's reply was immediately followed by a cynical smile.
John decided to go straight to business. He had a feeling he knew what the two men were talking about and if it was what he thought it was, he didn't want to waste anymore time.
"What is it that you have to tell me?"
The seated man, whose hair looked even grayer for a slight second was looking at Mycroft who gave him his well known 'I told you so look'.
Both men said nothing for a few seconds of silent arguing, and then, without a word, Lastrade handed him his cell phone.
"What is it?" John asked but neither of them replied.
He unlocked his phone and looked up at them in a questioning look. "What do I do with it?"
"Go to your messages." Mycroft said, "You got a text message from Sarah before the explosion. Read it."
He did just that. "Wait, who's alive?" that was definitely not what he had expected.
