Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter 86
Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy
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"There is a time to take counsel of your fears, and there is a time to never listen to any fear." ~George S. Patton
Present Day
His body fought to return to consciousness. He heard muffled voices and sounds then unconsciousness wrapped its arms around him again and he heard nothing.
Moments later Sherlock again fought his way to the waking world. He heard voices and sounds once more but this time it was not muffled but clear. His eyes fluttered briefly then they remained close when something in the back of Sherlock's mind warned him that they should remain so.
He now noticed that the rays of light would come then go in a steady rhythmic behind his closed lids. He felt his body gently rock back and forth also in rhythm. His mind was still foggy. He waited for it to clear. The voice in the back of his mind also told him that there were danger and that time was important even though he could not yet remember why.
Sherlock' felt as if a thousand needles were pricking him all over his body. He swallowed quietly to keep the nausea that he had away. He fought to keep his breathing even, even as the last of the mind fog evaporated. He now tried to remember what happened.
Sherlock remembered waiting in his hospital room for John to return. Sherlock remembered his eyes being closed when he felt a burning sensation in his veins. A male nurse said something in what sounded to an untrained ear as English, but an odd inflection in his voice alarmed Sherlock. The undertones were Czech. Not a nurse, Sherlock corrected himself one of Ayyad's men. Sherlock remembered trying to leave the room; to at least get into the hallway before he collapsed, but the world turned black before he could make it to the door.
Everything suddenly became very clear, as Sherlock's mind was now fully back in control.
Sherlock normally did not feel fear, any kind of fear. He had been that way since he was young. But, the fear came now to him. He felt the familiar terror crawling in his belly, biting and scratching his mind.
He felt his breathing starting to come quicker and it was becoming harder to control. Sherlock knew there would be no way to hide the fact that he was awake if that occurred.
Sherlock knew that Ayyad had not been happy with his interferences. He also knew that the torture he had endured before would not compare to what Ayyad had in store for him if he was to reach their destination.
Sherlock made a decision. He would not reach Ayyad. He would escape no matter what that meant. He knew it was a good possibility that he would be shot before he escaped, but that to Sherlock would be a mercy rather than being turned over to the maniac.
For some reason this decision calmed Sherlock.
His breathing was becoming easier to control now. His self confided was returning as well. Sherlock in a way that he hoped was discreet tested the movement of his limbs. He deduced that he was the only one in the back seat of an SUV. He felt his strength returning, but regardless, if the opportunity to escape came, he would take the chance.
He had no doubt that the only reason he was even awake was because he had a high tolerance for drugs, a side effect of his earlier years long ago. Sherlock was happy that they were not aware of this piece of his personal history. Most people were not aware of his drug use in his younger years thanks to Mycroft, or the dose given to him would have been doubled.
Sherlock hoped that the GPS signal was discovered.
He hoped that his phone was still on him.
He hoped at the end of the day that he would still be alive.
Above all, he hoped that John was ok.