Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter 101
Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy
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"There has to be evil so that good can prove its purity above it." ~ Buddha
Present Day
Donovan was the closes to the scene and arrived first. Within minutes, the wrath of England descended on the building. Many were still on their way including Lestrade, Mycroft, and John.
Donovan ordered the suspect to be taken away. Sherlock now stood there among everyone. Officers were busy securing the scene or doing some other task.
Sherlock took everything in every sound, scent, sight.
He suddenly felt. Sherlock realized not only was he feeling, he was feeling quite alone despite being in a room full of people. His face held a look that projected boredom. However, it was a defense. John would have seen through it, he always did.
His hands were in his trouser pockets. He had the ugly orange shock blanket on his shoulder. Sherlock normally would have thrown it off by now, but today he would keep it on a little longer. He was suddenly a bit cold. He was exhausted but put up a brave front. Sherlock felt a headache coming on.
Anderson was in the background. Sherlock noticed that he almost looked disappointed that he was not the one in the body bag.
Sherlock looked down and sighed.
Sherlock then saw Donovan walking up to him. He heaved a sigh again. He thought to himself that he should probably prepare one or two witty retorts for her usual freak comment that he supposed was coming.
"Ah, Donovan," Sherlock said. However, he found it difficult to muster his usual level of sarcasm.
She surprised him by coming up to him and putting her hands on his arms. She asked quietly, "You okay Sherlock?"
Sherlock was prepared.
He was prepared for guns, insults, bullies, even bombs, and the worst that life could throw at him. However, Sherlock was not prepared for kindness, or concern. He, who had a witty response for everything, had no comeback for her words.
Sherlock looked in her eyes, and could see no beguile or deception, only concern.
Sherlock searched for the words. "I'm… alright I think." He offered a small smile. Then his face took on a serious look. He tilted his head and looked at Donovan, studied Donovan.
"Good, no one messes with our freak," her word held no sting. Instead, there was affection.
Donovan tipped on her toes and was careful to kissed Sherlock on the cheek that was not bruised.
At Sherlock's raised eyebrows, Donovan added, "Don't look so shocked, it's not the first time we've kissed, is it."
A look of amusement crossed Sherlock's face before he recovered, and a serious look took its place. It was too late however Donovan saw it.
Donovan looked at the ground for a second then looked up being careful to look Sherlock in the eyes, allowing him to see the truth of her words.
"I am deeply, completely, and sincerely sorry for what we've put you through, for what I've put you through." Donovan gave his arm a squeeze and added before leaving. "Please don't tell John I used the word freak, I wouldn't want my body to turn up floating in the Thames in the morning."
Donovan paused briefly and smiled, "I'm very happy that you're ok." She looked into his eyes for a few moments longer and then turned and walked away.
Sherlock watched her walk away.
She turned and walked up to another officer with whom she had a conversation and gave directions.
Sherlock heard the phone Donovan had given him earlier ring; he looked at it, then smiled and answered. "Hello… (pause)… John…, yes I'm ok…"
Sherlock never noticed Anderson glaring in the background.