Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter 126
Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy
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""We cannot stop fear but we can fight against it." ~ Grace Freeman
Present Day
Sounds Veselý chose not to process were occurring behind him.
Veselý decided he would be glad when the day was over. He frowned; he wondered what was taking his man so long to retrieve the bag.
Sherlock still had not given up and struggled constantly against the men that were attacking him when the distant sounds of gunshots were heard.
Veselý frowned. He pointed a gun at Sherlock as he barked to the two men. "Leave him! See what's going on, down there now!"
One soldier left right away. The other quickly fixed himself and ran a minute behind.
Sherlock lay motionless for a minute with his eyes closed.
Veselý just looked with a blank expression.
He was surprised when he heard a shaky voice speak. Sherlock spoke with his eyes still closed.
"Would you mind terribly if I got dressed, it is a bit chilly."
Veselý frowned as he nodded then realized that Holmes could not see him so he spoke.
"Of course Mr. Holmes,"
When Veselý answered, his answer surprised both himself and Sherlock.
Sherlock slowly opened his eyes, then grunted as he slowly got up and dressed himself.
He ignored the slight tremble to his fingers. This both annoyed Sherlock and slowed him down when he tried to button his shirt. He stopped with half his shirt buttoned and stared, the rest of the buttons were missing and scattered on the floor.
More gunshots were heard only this time it was not one or two but a battle was taking place.
Veselý sighed resigned. "Better hurry Mr. Holmes. I think your help has arrived. I'm sure you would not want them to find you in …this state." The statement was not said mockingly, sarcastically, or even full of anger; it was just a statement of fact.
Sherlock blinked as if he had forgotten what he was doing. He started to move again and did not pause or stop again until he was fully dressed.
Holmes was about to put on his coat when Veselý spoke.
"I'm afraid that is enough Mr. Holmes and hands up and away from your body. I think the only thing accomplished today was that we made you angry." Veselý paused for a moment and looked Sherlock in the eyes.
Sherlock's eyes were unreadable.
"I don't trust you. I think you still have plenty of fight left in you. I tried to tell my superiors that they needed to just kill you, not this insane plan of revenge. I think you're a dangerous man Mr. Holmes. I also think that you're much more dangerous when you're angry." Veselý paused again.
The wails of sirens were heard in the background. Soon the rhythmic flashing of lights broke through the window.
A minute passed in silence.
"I am sorry Mr. Holmes; it was nothing personal…, or even wanted." Veselý was not sure why he was talking so much. Why he still had the urge to speak some more.
More flashing lights were outside now.
Sherlock's face remained blank. He said nothing.
"We are all prisoners of our own fates, are we not Mr. Holmes?"
Sherlock, who had been staring at the wall, shifted his eyes now to stare at the soldier.
When Sherlock looked into the soldier's eyes, he saw fear. This surprised him, he knew this made him more dangerous and unpredictable.
He refused to look away now, if the soldier was going to shoot him, he would have to look him in the eyes while he did it.
At Sherlock's intense gaze, Veselý looked away briefly then locked eyes with Sherlock and sighed heavily.
At least part of his plan had gone well.
Veselý had been in this kind of situation many times before. There was a good possibility he could escape during the gunfire his men were carrying out if he ran to the opposite end of the building.
Now.
The soldier weighed his options. He could leave Holmes and have to face the wrath of Ayyad. That was not an option.
He could shoot or injure Holmes in some way and try to drag him along. He would not make it out the building, at least not if he had to drag him alone. Even shot, Holmes would resist.
He could use Holmes as a hostage; of course Veselý knew he would be dead within four hours. Probably death by a sharp shooter's bullet.
He could just shoot Holmes for revenge.
This thought lingered in his mind.
His thoughts then unexpectedly went to his daughter. Veselý now wished that he had acknowledged her, known her in some way. It was too late now.
He vaguely wondered if she would have been proud of the man he had become. Would his mother have been proud?
He had a manic shift in his thoughts again that mirrored the dramatic shift in his mood.
He was angry, very angry. Fascination, regret and hate pulled equally on his emotions.
He hated Holmes for making him think of his mother, for reminding him of his daughter, and worse; for making him wish that he was human again.
The almost overwhelming thought of shooting Holmes for revenge came back to his mind. His finger tightened slightly on the trigger.
Veselý continued to point the gun at Holmes chest, right where the heart would be. That is when he felt it, creeping up from the deepest part of him, making its presence known. He looked in Holmes eyes and spoke.
"Are you not afraid Mr. Holmes, how do you keep going? Does fear paralyze you like it does me at times?" The soldier asked un-expectantly.
Sherlock blinked for a few seconds then stared. He was not surprised by the soldier's question, but he was surprised when he heard himself responding in a quiet voice.
"I used to never fear, anything…, but the past few weeks have changed that. Now, I'm afraid quite often actually. I do try not to show it, stiff upper lip and all. Like now for an example. I'm afraid now. I've simply learned to do what is necessary…, even while afraid." Sherlock was surprised he had answered.
Sherlock had looked into the soldier's eyes and knew instantly what he was about to do. Although he felt it was hopeless, he knew he had to try.
Sherlock added speaking in Czech, "Nemůžeme zastavit strach, ale můžeme bojovat proti němu. Give yourself up."
It was as if they were both each other's confessor. They said then, what they would never say to another soul on earth.
Sherlock looked grim and prepared himself.
Veselý nodded and smiled suddenly fascinated again as he prepared the gun to fire and pulled back the handle, "Varuji vás, tohle není konec. Hodně štěstí, pane Holmesi."
A single shot pierced the air as Thomas ran up gun drawn. He found Sherlock.
He looked at the body on the floor.
Sherlock was leaning against the wall with his eyes closed. By his feet, there lay the body of a middle-aged large blonde man with a vacant stare who had clearly been shot by his own hands.
Author note:
1. Nemůžeme zastavitstrach, ale můžeme bojovat proti němu- means -We cannot stop the fear but we can fight against it.
2. Varuji vás, tohle není konec. Hodně štěstí, pane Holmesi..-means- I warn you, it is not over. Good luck Mr. Holmes.