Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter 75
Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy
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Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars. ~ Kahlil Gibran
Present Day
The ground trembled as a deafening thunder pierced the air. The building collapsed in and on itself, as bellows of gray and black smoke rose. The smoke increased in size and speed as it broke away from the building.
At the same time, the north- east corner of the building disintegrated downward as clouds of soot, wreckage, and smoke followed close behind. Gray clouds of smoke crashed to the ground then expanded outward.
Other loud crashes were heard as debris rain on the ground.
The crowd that had gathered was already running because of the shouted warnings. They scatter more now as they ran ducking into building, doorways, behind cars, and around corners.
As the smoke cleared John was on his feet looking around. He spotted Lestrade on the ground motioning with his hands toward an alley. He then spotted Donovan and two other people running toward an alley behind the exploded building. What John did not see was Sherlock.
John's heart sank as he ran in the same general direction unsure of what he would find. The wails of ambulances were heard in the background.
As John reached the entry of the alley, he saw a motionless Sherlock on the ground with emergency personnel kneeling beside him and Donovan standing over frowning.
John reached Sherlock now and knelt next to him.
"Sir we need you to back up, now," One emergency personnel said.
"I'm a doctor," John said as he hoped his voice did not betray his anxiety.
"What have we got?" John asked in his best authoritative tone.
"Um, we don't know yet we've only…" he was interrupted by a moan.
Sherlock blinked a few times and opened his eyes. He looked John over and relaxed as he realized that he was not injured in any way. Sherlock's eyes then traveled to Donovan as he seemed to look her over as well.
"Lestrade," Sherlock asked as he tried to get up.
"Sir you should really stay down, you were unconscious," one worker said.
"I'm fine," Sherlock, said as he waved hands away and used the building he was thrown against by the blast to assist in pushing himself up.
He swayed for a moment and shook his head, then grimace at the discomfort the movement caused.
"Sherlock, he's right, you should stay down," John tried to reason.
"Lestrade," Sherlock repeated more forcefully now.
"He's fine, he's sitting on the ground outside." Donovan spoke for the first time, "He seems okay." She added quietly, "Thanks to you."
Sherlock relaxed. He started walking with a slight limp toward the opening.