Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter 95
Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy
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"The difference between the impossible and the possible lies in a person's determination." ~
Tommy Lasorda
Present Day
Sherlock felt the sensation of falling. His tumble toward the ground was abruptly stopped as he violently hit some bags of rubbish that he aimed for. A grunt escaped passed his lips. He lay stunned for a few seconds. Then adrenaline took over and he scrambled to get over the edge of the large open bin without his feet sinking into the garbage.
He barely made it over and started to run when he heard a familiar thud sound caused by a body hitting the rubbish, followed by a similar grunt and a curse. The sounded came from his back. Sherlock did not look back because there was no point. He knew one of the soldiers had gathered the courage and jumped.
He ran, somewhat tired, but he had no intention of stopping. The expected command to stop or I will shoot came.
"Not bloody likely," Sherlock thought as he ran.
A shot whizzed pass his head, he changed direction slightly but saw the opening to the warehouse and concentrated his efforts on that door. Another command to stop came, another ignoring of the command, another shot; Sherlock ignored it all and ran with sweat now pouring down his body and his ankle protesting.
Sherlock noticed the shadow approaching from around a corner on the right too late. He was tackled to the floor. His left shoulder and left side of his head taking the impact of the fall. He was stunned for a moment but regained clarity when he felt several pairs of hands grabbing him by foot and hand. Sherlock struggled making them work hard to carrying him.
John was minutes away from entering the factory from the other end. He did not realize that Sherlock was just deposited in a vehicle and was being driven away.
Sherlock, as hands fought to restrain him, and he fought against being restrained; did not realize that John was soon to stand in the very spot that he had moments ago fought to escape from.