Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter 132
Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy
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On such a night, when Air has loosed
Its guardian grasp on blood and brain,
Old terrors then of god or ghost
Creep from their caves to life again;
~ Robert Bridges
Present Day and Time
Thomas briskly walked up to him as Sherlock stood still. He seemed to be drawn into his mind as it worked furiously to come up with an answer or solution.
In the end, his logic was overridden with something he could not identify.
Sherlock knew instantly that he would do whatever it took to assure John's return. He knew he already had emotional scars he would have to deal with when the nightmare was all over, but that would not happen to John. He hoped it was not too late to have him releases without any permanent scar whether they be physical or mental in nature.
He would save John. Sherlock swallowed hard as the realization of what he was planning to do settled deep inside. At that moment, He realized that John was all that mattered.
Two black cars pulled up suddenly.
Sherlock turned around.
Thomas looked at the phone in Sherlock's hand. Sherlock noticed and deposited the phone into his pocket. He then momentarily closed his eyes just allowing himself to breath, gaining strength, and preparing himself.
Thomas had looked into Holmes eyes and called for backup the moment he recognized the familiar expression that told him that his day was about to get much more complicated. Four men exited and came close as two of them walked close by securing the area. He sighed.
Sherlock suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Thomas with a sober expression.
"Mr. Holmes?" He frowned as he observed him.
"Thomas," Sherlock said as he took a step back and extended his arms from his body slightly.
"I am going to need some help… now…, I need help now!" Thomas said in a loud voice.
Two agents that were close by came close to Holmes. One went behind him.
Sherlock mental cataloged his chances of escape; he was injured, slightly nauseous, sore, in pain and had an unpleasant headache. He was about to attempt to take on two trained government agents plus Thomas while near exhaustion. Most people would think that he was a bit nutty. But that did not matter for one reason.
He thought of John.
He would try not to hurt them.
Sherlock smirked darkly as he mentally calculated how to not seriously injure them.
"More help you idiots!" Thomas growled.
Two more agents came running but they were further away.
Sherlock smirk left suddenly. His last thought before pandemonium reigned was that, "Thomas was not a complete idiot."
Chaos broke free.
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