Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter 73
Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy
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"Fear cannot take what you do not give it." ~Christopher Coan
Present Day
Sherlock heard coughing coming from two different points in the room. Sherlock shook himself and looked around coughing. He was covered in dust; he looked like someone took flour and shook a sack on top of his head. His lungs desperately tried to get oxygen and clear itself of dust but the more he coughed the more dust seemed to fill it. Streams of light were coming in. Donovan called out to him and Lestrade.
"Everyone ok?" Donovan asked coughing as well.
"Peachy," Sherlock replied with sarcasm.
"Yeah," Lestrade said as he tried to pick himself up. A groan escaped as he straightened up.
"Stay down Lestrade," Sherlock called out while coughing.
Lestrade found Sherlock had managed to pick his way to his side in a manner of minutes. Donovan managed to make her way through the debris and was by Lestrade's side quickly.
"What about Collins?" Lestrade asked.
Donovan simply shook her head.
Sherlock was quietly looking Lestrade over. Lestrade saw the concern in Sherlock's eyes.
"I'm ok Sherlock, just got a bit of the wind knocked outta me is all." Lestrade tried to reassure him.
Sherlock nodded once.
"Can you walk?" Sherlock asked.
"Of course I can, just need a little help up." Lestrade tried again to get up; Sherlock put his shoulder under his arms. Both men grunted as Sherlock practically lifted the Inspector up.
"We need to move," Sherlock said with some urgency, "Now," he added looking both Donovan and Lestrade in the eyes.
The dust was finally starting to settle.
"Shouldn't we wait for help, what if he injured worse than we thought?" Donovan asked, as she looked Sherlock in the eyes with concern.
"I understand that you're frightened Donovan, but we need to move… now. We cannot wait. We need to find our own way out." Sherlock looked her back in the eyes. Donovan frowned at his expression.
"Sherlock what are you not saying," Lestrade asked with growing apprehension.
Sherlock did not pause.
"Two sets of bombs, this was the smaller one. The aim is to kill as many people as possible. When emergency services or the bomb unit comes to rescue the injured; bigger boom." Lestrade said nothing but nodded and started to move forward. Donovan put her arms under Lestrade's shoulder and helped.
Lestrade grunted along as they weaved their way through the rubble. Donovan was quiet and alert looking for signed of danger and loose debris. Sherlock looked as well. After what seemed like forever, they came to a brighter area.
Sirens and the wail of emergency vehicles were heard outside. There was a one-yard drop that had caved in ahead. Directly above the drop, there was a hole of sorts, what appeared to have been a blown out window. Because of the drop, the opening was now, three and a half yards above the lowest point. All three yelled for a moment then stopped when they realized that no one could hear.
"What now?" Donovan asked frustrated.
Sherlock raised an eyebrow, " I won't look I promise." Sherlock smiled sweetly.
Donovan looked confused then looked down at her dust-covered dress. "Oh," she said.
Sherlock leaned Lestrade against a wall. Lestrade nodded to Sherlock.
Sherlock took her by the waist and said, "Sorry in advance." Donovan rolled her eyes.
In one fluid motion, he pushed her up toward the window. She grabbed on to it and pulled herself the rest of the way as he pushed her rear end.
Donovan turned around and pushed her hands through the opening.
Lestrade spoke up, "Sherlock you'll re-injure yourself; you're already grunting more, don't think I haven't noticed." Lestrade frowned.
"We have no choice Lestrade, now heave-ho," Sherlock said.
"Get help and come back," Lestrade offered.
"Not leaving you." Sherlock locked eyes with Lestrade.
Lestrade nodded and wasted no more time. He knew Sherlock's `I will not budge 'face.
Sherlock pushed the same time that Lestrade jumped as much as he could and grabbed onto the ledge.
"Lestrade, how much do you weigh," Sherlock grunted as he pushed.
"I'll have you know I've lost nine pounds," Lestrade grunted back as he pulled himself up. Donovan grabbed onto his shirt and pulled.
"Five," Sherlock countered grunting.
Sherlock suddenly fell against the wall heaving as Lestrade finally made it up and out through the opening.
"Go," he shouted to them.
"Not… leaving… you," Lestrade said in-between breaths.
"Bomb, timer, boom, remember; I'm right behind you. Lestrade you're moving slower…" Sherlock stopped mid-sentence and frowned as a blinking red light in the shadows caught his attention.
Sherlock's eyes widened.
"Move," Sherlock shouted.
"We're not leaving you." Lestrade shouted back.
"Move! Now! I'm right behind." Sherlock growled.
An instant understanding occurred as Donovan helped Lestrade up. Lestrade yelled down while moving, "Move your arse Sherlock." And, they were gone.
Author note: you can substitute 9 feet for the 3 yard, and 3 feet for the 1 yard.