Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter twenty-seven
Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy
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Present day
Sherlock blinked rapidly trying to focus, rolling his head back and forth on the car seat, trying to clear the fog. A moaned escaped Sherlock's lips. He heard voices.
Sherlock tried to understand what was happening as his mind slowly cleared. He realized that Lestrade had pulled over the car and was leaning over the back seat and had joined John in calling his name. John was also lightly tapping his cheeks.
"John?" he asked as the loud buzzing sound in his ear dissipated. He had slumped in the back chair. It took him a moment to deduce what had happened.
"Oh," Sherlock said in a low and annoyed voice. "Don't tell me that I …"
"Yes Sherlock you swooned," John said with folded arms, irritated.
"I prefer loss of consciousness, it sounds more masculine." Sherlock said flatly.
"Bloody hell Sherlock you scared me. I was about to call emergency services." Lestrade joined in while letting out a breath.
"You're both being a bit dramatic, aren't you really? I rested my eyes for a second and…" Sherlock was interrupted as he attempted to sit up. John gentle pushed him back.
"Stay," John said to Sherlock as his phone rang, he looked at his phone and curse before answering.
"Hi, Mycroft… (pause)… why did we stop?" John turned toward the window and continued a whispered conversation with Mycroft.
"There will be no more arguing you're going back to the flat, we'll do it John's way." Lestrade added looking angry now.
Sherlock was silent.
"Your flat now!" Lestrade raised his voice.
"I decline," Sherlock said simply, defiantly.
"Your brother wants to speak with you." John said giving the phone to Sherlock.
"Sorry, tell Mycroft I am recovering from swooning." Sherlock replied sarcastically as he closed his eyes and folded his hands on his lap.
"Take the phone!" both men shouted startling Sherlock whose eyes flew open. He looked from John to Lestrade and back to John. Not liking what he saw in their eyes, he grabbed the phone.
"Hello brother dear… (pause)… and if I don't…," Sherlock listened to the conversation on the other line.
Whatever Mycroft said on the other line caused Sherlock's eye to narrow. He now spoke through gritted teeth.
"You would not dare… (pause)… FINE!" Sherlock disconnected the phone, he cleared his throat casually before speaking
"Flat please."
"All sorted?" John asked not attempting to hide the smirk.
"It would appear so," Lestrade answered for Sherlock with a smirk of his own.
"It's a conspiracy," Sherlock said as he stifled a yawn. Both men chuckled.
Sherlock was not amused.
Lestrade turned around and started the car again.
As much as he hated to admit it, they were right. He knew he was pushing too hard, even by his own standards. Sherlock also knew he had no choice.
A pattern suggested time was running out for the child. He also knew that a terrorist threat to London was more than a possibility.
Despite what he said, he respected the Yard, particularly Lestrade; he was mentally sharp for a normal person. They were intelligent enough to figure it out eventually, just not in time. It was not an arrogant thought, just a fact.
And, time was something Katie did not have. Sherlock's eyes grew heavy. A slight tremble ran through his body. He hoped he would not dream, and if he did, he hoped the terror would stay away.