I saw Into Darkness today. Luckily in English. I liked the movie. I like the acting and stunts of Cumberbatch performing his character. He saved the whole movie, he's the most evil villain I've yet seen and that's why I like him so much. ;) No limits, neither ethically nor physically. No psychopath, just a highly functioning sociopath =/\=
Chapter cha'
It was late night when Watson began to worry. He has written him at least dozens of SMS, each of them followed by the reply "I'm fine". He sent his last SMS at half past twelve and waited for an answer which usually took two minutes to arrive.
He saw the clock ticking and counted backward, imagining how fast Sherlock would write this time. But then, the incredible happened: Nothing.
Two minutes have passed and all Watson did was rising an eyebrow. Perhaps he was doing something, he calmed himself down. Sherlock was a grown man, he could watch himself. And with that thought, he doze off that night.
The next morning he checked if Sherlock has come back. He hasn't. Without yet being concerned, he made himself breakfast and started his morning with writing a blog about their latest case – which has been some while ago. Around 9 pm, Mycroft suddenly stood in the doorstep.
"H-Hello," Watson said surprised and shut down his laptop.
"Is Sherlock here?"
"Not since yesterday evening, what happened?" Watson asked and showed Mycroft to sit down, which he ignored.
"I have a case of urgent emergence for him. This night, around half twelve, somebody broke into a highly classified research facility called Torchwood. Somebody must have hacked into the security system and put it completely down...which is impossible," Mycroft said with a very serious look on his face.
"Okay, and?" Watson asked.
"Well, nothing was stolen. No secret data, the hacker just lowered all security systems and rearranged some data files, that's all. We have no idea what they actually wanted as nothing seemed changed at all," the older Holmes brother continued.
"And Sherlock should find out?"
"Yes, that we hope."
John nodded, fumbling out his mobile phone. "The thing is," he dialled Sherlock's number, "he doesn't answer."
It rang but nothing happened. Nobody was there to pick up the other end of the line.
All of sudden, they heard someone coming in. Their looks met, knowing that they both expected Sherlock running up the staircase. But it wasn't. "Q?" John asked and jumped up from his chair.
Q's hair looked weirdly untidy, his black clothes were soaked with blood and there were scratches and scars all over his swollen face.
"What happened?" the doctor asked with a look of horror on his face.
"It's Sherlock...he's dead," Q said and broke down as soon as he has finished his last word.
"What happened?" Watson asked when Q opened his eyes. He was lying on the couch, and tried to stand up. Mycroft and Watson has stabilized him and tried to stop serious bleedings all over his body.
"I can't..." Q muttered. "It failed. Our backup plan failed, he was supposed to return...but he caught finally caught...he rescued Kirk...why?"
"What are you talking about?" Mycroft asked concerned.
"Red matter...can't wake up from stasis," Q murmured and closed his eyes.
"Oh, you'd be surprised with what I did," he suddenly heard a rough, deep, smoky voice. He immediately sat straight up as well as Mycroft and John turned around.
And there he stood, Sherlock Holmes, black clothes, no single scratch on his marvellous pale skin, his blue eyes shimmering deeply with knowledge and power and his hair short and untidy with strands hanging down into his face. And despite that he looked as if he hadn't slept for a long time and that he must have stand through something terrible by the state of his clothes, he walked like a new man toward Q and kneed down beneath the couch.
"I could help you," he muttered to his boyfriend who obviously endured much pain.
"I don't want your blood, Sherlock...you're a monster...you have no idea what you have done, how much blood is on your hands...just for being bored you killed a HELL LOT OF PEOPLE!" Q began to shout and sank down to the couch exhausted again. "You shouldn't have taken me with you."
"But I needed to show you..."
"No...now I know who you truly are...nothing more than a sociopathic maniac...what you did to Marcus...was it fun for you?"
"Yes," Sherlock whispered and before Q could argue again, he pressed his full lips on Q's soft one and kissed him romantically over and over and couldn't stop. Tenderly, he touched the face full of bruises and deep wounds and a tear dropped down on the dried blood.
"Yes, it was fun for me," Sherlock whispered and continued kissing his boyfriend.
"You killed so many people...if Spock wouldn't have stopped you even more," Q said and pushed him gently away, his eyes full of distrust, love and doubt.
"I have saved Kirk's life."
"They forced you to!"
"Good point...listen Q, I love you and I should have never allowed you to be endangered."
"But you did, you took me with you on that suicidal mission!" Q complained and sat up again.
"Because I love you," Sherlock shouted back but before Q could answer, Watson intervened, "might if I interrupt? Can we bring Q to a hospital before you're going to continue your argument. And I would really like to know what happened because Mycroft also has a new case for you but I think that can wait."
"What, the security breach in Torchwood?" Sherlock asked and turned around to his older brother.
"You know about that?" Mycroft asked, but then deducted himself, "you two. Q would be the only person I could think of hacking into their files. And you...what did you do there? This is deeply classified material, they have-"
"A time schedule to fulfil for the launch? Yes, with some modification I think that they're now able to do it," Sherlock answered and helped Q up, "we'd better bring you into a hospital right now," he added.
"You let them go that easily?" John asked Mycroft when the two lovers were out of the room.
"Like you said, he needs a hospital. And then I'd better know what Sherlock has exactly done there," the older brother said and followed them to the hospital.