Chapter 18
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Everyone in the room was at the edges of their seats. All the women were crying and all the men looked like they were trying not to.
On the screen John and Sherlock looked in shock as Jack was engulfed in the flames.
"JACK!" John shouted.
They couldn't see him and no reply came.
John looked over to Sherlock in panic.
"I'm sorry, John." Sherlock said.
"No..." John said as he shook his head.
"John... maybe there's another way out." Sherlock said and reached out a hand to John.
John stayed still.
"John, John please!" Sherlock said.
John blinked and caught onto Sherlock's hand. Sherlock pulled John closer and said "Look for a door!" Sherlock said.
The twins surveyed the area but it was no use. They were surrounded by smoke and flames. The only part that wasn't on fire was where they stood and a patch of wall. They were trapped.
Sherlock choked on the smoke.
John pulled Sherlock closer and they stumbled over to the patch of wall.
They sat down, coughing hard and leaning heavily on one another.
Once their lungs calmed down John pulled Sherlock's head down to his shoulder and ran his small hands through the curly hair.
"Don't be scared, Sherlock. We're together. We'll go up to heaven together." John said.
Sherlock nodded "Together." He whispered and wrapped his arms around John. "We can go on an adventure. Have adventures. Lots of them. Up in heaven."
"Adventures... Sherlock... I love you." John said and tears streamed down his face.
"I love you too, John." Sherlock said as tears ran down his cheeks too.
They soon began to choke more frequently and slid down the wall as their eyes closed and they fell into unconsciousness. Sherlock lay on John and they both had tear tracks down their faces and soot on their faces. The flames were crawling closer.
The screen changed to Hamish stood with his team looking up at the burning building in horror.
"They're in there!" Rose screamed. "My babies!" she cried.
Hamish caught her around the waist as she went to run. He pushed her toward a man in his team and he took over in restraining the mother.
"I'll go! I'll get them, I promise!" he shouted and ran inside, grabbing a fire extinguisher off a wall as he went and holding a handkerchief to his mouth as he ran in.
He ran to the centre of the fire and straight to the main door. He quickly looked at the door's code pad and typed in the five number code. The door opened and Hamish drew back as the heat reached him. He put the handkerchief in his pocket and extinguished the fire in his path. He fought his way through and his eyes settled on his two sons, untouched by the fire so far but unconscious.
He chucked the empty fire extinguisher aside and ran to his sons. He picked them up and the limp boys' heads fell on each shoulder. Hamish ran for the exit and sprinted out of the building.
Frederick's soldiers were either being restrained by his team or had run away.
"I NEED A MEDIC OVERHERE NOW! HELP ME!" Hamish screamed.
Rose ran over as Hamish fell to his knees. She knelt opposite him and instantly put her hands on her son's cheeks and kissed both of their foreheads.
"Oh, thank god... John, Sherlock..." she breathed in relief.
"They're still breathing. I NEED A MEDIC!" Hamish shouted again.
"ANYTHING! OXYGEN TANKS, PLEASE!" Rose shouted.
"Give me one of them." Rose said to Hamish. Rose took Sherlock, who was closest to her and cradled the small body. This let Hamish be able to hold John in the same position.
A man ran over with 2 oxygen tanks with masks. He knelt between them and placed the masks on their small soot covered and tear stained faces.
Soon John and Sherlock were coughing up the soot and smoke in their lungs.
John was first to wake up.
"Sh... Sherlock..." he said in confusion.
"John, John can you hear me? It's daddy, we've got you now, you're going to be alright." Hamish said and ran his hands through John's sweaty hair.
"Sherlock?" John said as he weakly opened his blood shot eyes.
"He's fine. You both are." Hamish said.
"John!" Sherlock said in panic as soon as he woke up.
John reached out a small hand and took Sherlock's hand.
"We'll take you home. Mycroft and Harry have been so worried." Rose said.
"Sir, ma'am, we should take them to hospital." A man said.
"No, we're perfectly trained to deal with smoke inhalation. Any complications and we'll take them both straight to hospital. Can you take us home now?" Hamish asked.
"Of course, I'll get some people to carry the tanks while you carry your boys." He said.
A man and a woman came over soon enough and Hamish and Rose stood with their sons' delicate bodies in their arms. The twins had fallen asleep again. The masks were kept on their faces and the two helpers carried the masks as they walked through the fields and forests.
The screen changed to them sitting in a comfortable car. Hamish and Rose sat in the back with Sherlock and John laying side by side across their laps, their heads resting on Rose's legs and their feet on Hamish' legs.
The oxygen masks had been removed and they were both awake but coughing.
"Home... now?" John asked and a new coughing fit started.
"Yes, sweetheart." Rose said.
"And Mycroft and Harry are there. Would you like to see them?" Hamish asked.
"Yeah..." Sherlock whispered and coughed.
The screen changed to John being carried by Rose and Hamish carrying Sherlock into the house. There were guards all around the house.
The twins were still awake but looked very drowsy.
They carried them towards their room and when they approached the door Sherlock gripped tighter to Hamish "No... stay with you..." he croaked.
"Of course, we're not letting you two out of our sight. But we need to get you into some new pyjamas, son." Hamish said.
"You go in, I'll take them to the bathroom and give them a bath." Rose said and moved John so he was settled on one side of her. Sherlock went to her other side and Hamish and Rose separated.
The screen changed to the twins nice and clean again and in a new set of pyjamas.
"I think Mycroft and Harry are asleep. They were helping to find you." Rose explained to Sherlock as she walked towards her and Hamish's room. Hamish, meanwhile, held John and said to him "And you can have a nice sleep, we'll be with you, remember, like at Christmas?" Hamish said and John nodded.
There were still occasional coughs but luckily they were less frequent.
Rose opened the door to her room and in the middle there was a king sized bed with two lumps already sleeping.
"There they are." Rose whispered.
Sherlock and John were placed on the bed and they both decided to crawl on top of their siblings who groaned.
"We're back!" Sherlock said and the twins giggled.
"Wake up!" They said in unison.
Harry and Mycroft's eyes snapped open and they looked up in shock at their two little brothers. Their faces turned from shock to happiness and they pulled the boys close. John and Sherlock gave small coughs and the screen changed.
Hamish and Rose lay on the outside, then Mycroft and Harry were on the second row in and Sherlock and John lay in the middle facing each other.
The only two awake were Sherlock and John.
"Sherlock... thank you for looking after me." John said.
Sherlock smiled "Wasn't it the other way around?" he whispered back.
"Sherlock, what about Jack?" John said and moved closer to his twin.
"He's in heaven, because he was good. He was happy in the end. He didn't have much left here on Earth." Sherlock said.
"We never got to say thank you." John said sadly.
"He knew. We can make him a funeral, say goodbye, tomorrow, though." Sherlock said, ever the genius.
John lay quietly for a few minutes then smiled "We'll still have adventures. Lots of them." John whispered with a grin.
Sherlock nodded "Lots. Are you tired?" Sherlock asked.
John nodded.
"We'll sleep now, then. Love you, night night." Sherlock whispered and closed his eyes.
"Love you too." John whispered.
Moriarty reappeared "Aww, you really thought you had a happy ending. You thought you were saved."
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