Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter 93 Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy
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" Joy and grief were mingled in the cup; but there were no bitter tears: for even grief itself arose so softened, and clothed in such sweet and tender recollections, that it became a solemn pleasure, and lost all character of pain." ~ Charles Dickens
Present Day
Sherlock slowly opened his eyes and looked around.
His vision was slightly blurred, he blink several times in an attempt to clear it. He struggled slightly to get upright. He leaned briefly against the wall as he took deep breaths in and out to clear his vision and settle the nausea. He did not dare to close his eyes.
Sherlock took a few tentative steps from the wall. He became more confident and steady with each step and breath. Sherlock frowned and took off his scarf wrapping it snugly around his ankle on top of the supportive wrap that was already applied in the hospital. Sherlock had a feeling that he would be running and knew his ankle needed all the support it could get. He tested his ankle, and he was relieved to realize that it felt fine.
He was somewhat dizzy still, but highly motivated. He deduced that he was in an abandoned warehouse.
"Wonderful," Sherlock commented sarcastically to himself.
He remembered his phone, took a deep breath. Sherlock reached inside his coat pocket smiling as he pulled out the phone. He pushed a button and waited impatiently.
"Sherlock?" John voiced asked in both amazement and excitement.
Before Sherlock could answer, shouts suddenly rang out in the warehouse. It sounded close but Sherlock knew in open spaced like warehouses, sounds could be tricky. Sounds could seem closer when far away, or distance when it was close and in an enclosed area.
His heart started to race. He looked from the phone in time to see a young soldier running inside. Both froze in place for a second. Sherlock's stood still except for his eyes only. His eyes moved and looked past the young soldier to the direction of running footsteps.
"Water!" Sherlock shouted before the line was disconnected abruptly.
John shouted into his phone, forgetting momentarily the connection between the idea of surveillance and silence.
"Sherlock called," John, said needlessly deep in thought and slight shock.
"Well, he still has the phone which means he is here… somewhere." Myers said as she pulled her phone out and called in backup.
"He's definitely in the area somewhere…" Myers continued to talk on her phone.
John was loss in thought. There were only two buildings left in the area that Sherlock could be held in, unfortunately, both were a mile away in opposite directions.
John looked left then right.
One was close to the freeway and one was close to the… A thought came to John's mind suddenly.
He started running as he pulled out his phone and made his own calls. Myers frowned and started running after him with her phone still to her ear.
"Where are we going," she asked as she reached him and jogged alongside him.
"Toward the water, Mary." John noticed that the sun would be setting soon.
Sherlock looked as two more soldiers came into the room. They looked from Sherlock to the unconscious young soldier on the floor who had a bruise starting to form on his jaw.
Next to the soldier on the floor lay a smashed mobile phone. One soldier frowned surprised, the other looked angry.
"Gentlemen, can we discuss this calmly?" Sherlock asked with partially raised arms and a false smile. He positioned his body as close to the door as possible and as far away from the guards as he could manage.
They both slowly advance one seem to be trying to slip behind him.
"I guess that would be a no," Sherlock whispered to himself as he ducked a swing. He punched the back of one soldier then kicked his leg out. The resulting thud echoed in the moderate size room.
The first soldier cried out in pain. Unfortunately, the second soldier grabbed Sherlock.
Sherlock elbowed him firmly in the abdomen. He was rewarded with the sound of air being forced out of the lungs.
As Sherlock ran for the door, he was tackled by the first soldier who had recovered. Sherlock struggle against the first on the floor when the second soldier recovered and came over and punched Sherlock in the face.
This stunned Sherlock for a moment as stars swum in front of his eyes. Sherlock shook his head to clear it.
They took the moment of his confusion to remove Sherlock of his coat. Next, his suit jacket came off roughly. One of the soldiers pushed up one sleeve of his shirt.
Someone took out his radio and started yelling. They told the person on the other end that they needed the drugs immediately. The soldier looked at Sherlock who had come to himself, and was again struggling. He then spoke on the radio, and told whoever was listening to double the dose.
A groan came from the young soldier who seemed have chosen that moment to wake. This distracted the first soldier who momentarily looked away from Sherlock, and looked at the young soldier.
That was all Sherlock needed.
He kneed the distracted first soldier while biting the second. The first soldier fell on top of the second with a little push from Sherlock.
Sherlock was gone before the soldiers knew exactly what had happened.
Sherlock mind and heart raced as he ran for his life.