Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter 111
Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy
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"In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on." ~ Robert Frost
John walked in the hallway; he was torn. He wanted to give Sherlock and Molly privacy, but his mobile was on the kitchen table, and the only landline in the flat was in the kitchen, as well.
He knew Mycroft.
Although many termed him the iceman and he was; In regard to his brother, he was anything but ice.
In fact, he was more like fire.
He promised to make a call check every hour or he knew Thomas would be knocking at the door, if he bothered to knock at all.
He was told not to leave Sherlock's side for any reason for the next three days. The truth was he had no intentions of doing so, even before he was told.
It had only been ten minutes since he left them.
John took several steps forward in the hallway and listened. He frowned unsure how to proceed.
"It's okay John," he heard Sherlock's voice travel.
John walked the rest of the distance and peeked around the corner. The room was empty except for Sherlock.
Sherlock was sitting at the table. One of his hands was on his coffee cup; the other hand was in his pocket.
He was staring straight ahead.
John looked and frowned, then retrieved his phone from the kitchen before sitting down across from Sherlock.
"Molly is gone then." John commented.
Sherlock stared ahead but did not answer.
"So what are you doing now?" John winced as he realized that that was a stupid question, but he wanted to say something and was unsure of what to say. He waited, wondering what sarcastic comment that Sherlock would make. However, none came.
"Thinking," Sherlock said simply. His thumb rubbed the edge of the cup.
John frowned.
"Do you think I'm losing myself?" Sherlock asked unexpectedly, still looking straight ahead.
"What do you mean Sherlock?" John became uneasy.
"I don't know, John." Sherlock smiled bitterly.
John swallowed.
It was not like Sherlock to reveal so much of himself without a little push from John. He wondered how much more could Sherlock bear.
John suddenly wished that both Ayyad and a handgun were within his reach.
There was a brief silence.
"Well enough of that. Emotions are draining are they not? How do you manage day to day?" Sherlock looked at John for the first time as a hint of his old self-peeked through.
"We, the common mass rally through," John was slightly annoyed and relieved at the same time, "Smart arse." John added quietly. He was pleased to hear Sherlock quietly chuckle.
They both felt like a weight, if not completely, at least partially lifted out of the room.
"Um Sherlock, I need to make a call." John looked at his watch.
Sherlock said nothing but took a sip of his coffee and frowned. It was cool. He walked into the kitchen, and the sound of things being moved around was heard.
John punched in the numbers and pushed the send button.
"John, I need to meet with you." Mycroft sounded tense.
"I can't come to your office right now, I don't think Sherlock's in the mood for traveling."
"Just you, John."
"What happen to not leaving him alone?" John spoke in a hushed voice. He became angry without knowing fully why. "I have no intentions of leaving him Mycroft."
John was silent for a minute.
"John I'm downstairs in the café, I've called Mrs. Hudson she's on her way up. Moreover, two details are temporarily outside as opposed to one. I'm waiting for you John."
"Mycroft… My…," John spoke into a disconnected line. Mycroft had hung up. John sighed as he heard Mrs. Hudson called up saying that she was on her way but getting lunch.
John frowned as he walked into the kitchen. He was careful to put a smile on his face and talk casually.
"Sherlock I'm running in the café for a paper, do you want anything?"
Sherlock returned a tight smile but shook his head "no".
John shifted from foot to foot. "I'll be back soon. Call me if you need me." John realized that he was rambling. He also knew he should leave. He knew his feelings were somewhat irrationally, but he did not want to leave, he was reluctant.
Sherlock looked John up and down. He smiled slightly and said. "Um John, perhaps you can bring me a… tea cake. You know which one I like."
"Sure mate." John seemed relieved to be asked to do something for Sherlock. He looked up quickly. Then nodded, grabbed his jacket, and walked toward the door.
Sherlock heard the door shut close.
"Tell Mycroft hello for me." Sherlock spoke softly to an empty room.
A soldier in a car watched casually as he sat in that car at the end of the block.
They alternated cars every hour to minimize the chances of detection.
Something caught his attention.
He immediately got on the phone speaking in Czech. "Yes sir, there is movement… (pause)…, The blonde haired one, the Doctor, not Holmes… (pause)…, No sir he didn't leave really he just went next door to a café…(pause)…, Holmes have yet to leave… (pause)…, No sir, the only visitors have been the man with the umbrella he stayed over an hour and a women who left after staying ten minutes…, Sir I see him now."
The call was quickly disconnected as the soldier in the car watched.
He walked through the crowd. There was a fairly sizeable amount of foot traffic. The soldier who was on foot was glad for it; it prevented detection.
From behind his sunglasses, he glanced sideways with his eyes only into the café. He saw the blonde hair man taking off his coat and sitting across from a man with an umbrella. He was careful not to delay his speed, but made himself invisible as he blended into the light crowd.
Three blocks later the soldier who was on foot got on the phone after entering a different car. He picked up his phone and made a report. "Two details sir, normally there is only one, I came within yards, and no one seemed to notice… (pause)…, Yes sir." The call was disconnected.
Veselý smiled as he disconnected the last call from one of the lower level soldiers that was assigned under him. "Maybe this can be salvaged after all," he said to himself quietly. I think I know how to get you Mr. Holmes. Uvidíme se brzy, pane Holmesi!"
A/N:
Uvidíme se brzy, pane Holmesi!" Is translated I will see you soon Mr. Holmes!
Thanks Esstell !