Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter eighteen
Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy
Present day
John scooted into the back seat of the car, sitting opposite Sherlock.
Lestrade glanced back and smiled before starting the engine and smoothly pulling into traffic.
Sherlock looked at John curiously for a few seconds before speaking.
"Donovan or the new detective?"
"Oh, both…How" John said, not surprise just curious.
"You're a soldier, you have an above average and quick pace. You are concerned about me so would have only stopped for a brief conversation. Since you were gone seven minutes longer than expected ,a confrontation but not just any confrontation. The only confrontation important enough in your mind would be Anderson or Donovan. Anderson slinked away embarrassed so that leaves Donovan. Obvious."
It was always so simple when he explained it, John thought to himself. He handed Sherlock his scarf. Sherlock took it smoothly and slipped it on his neck.
Sherlock then leaned against the leather car seat and closed his lids, soon his eyes rolled under it. His breathing was regular but his hand made periodic, synchronized movement. Processing information, John realized.
He in his mind palace again, John thought.
Sherlock's eyebrows rose sharply, while his eyes flew suddenly open. His body simultaneously jerked upward. Sherlock held his ribs with one hand and hissed at the pain the sudden movement caused. Sherlock gripped the edge of the car seat with the other hand. Sweat was on his upper lip and forehead. He stared straight ahead seeing no one. He attempted with success to regulate his breathing .
John was familiar with the episodes Sherlock has had since his escape, and knew he was attempting to regain control of his body. He was concerned on many different levels. But, he was most concerned because something was odd and slightly different about this particular episode. It nagged at John.
"Sherlock , what is it?" he asked after giving him a minute to compose himself.
" Crying is louder…harder to… ignore," Sherlock said in a low almost monotone voice. He continued to stare forward.
" Sherlock you're going to have to explain," John responded in what he hoped was a casual voice.
Sherlock blinked several times as if seeing John for the first time. "It's nothing."Sherlock whispered, attempting a small smile. He closed his eye again . This time John could tell his mind was not in his palace but present.