Sherlock story

Deleted Memories, Chapter 136

Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy

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***If you're interested, eohippus showed me this link to a website that contains an interview with Stephen Moffat. He talks about Sherlock´s character. You can do a copy and paste. The site is www./2012/05/03/sherlock-season-2-steven-moffat_n_ (make sure there are no spaces). It seems to work if you put it in a search engine like Yahoo or Google as examples, better than the address bar. Works with most worldwide search engines. Pick the first one that pops up. Does not work with BBC player's website.

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"Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage." ~ Lao Tzu

Mrs. Hudson passed the guess bedroom and helped him to the kitchen. Sherlock slowly sat down looking quite pitiful.

Mrs. Hudson sighed then asked.

"What are you up to you sod."

Sherlock slowly raised his eyes looking at her.

Mrs. Hudson sat down and frowned.

"Are you sure about this Sherlock, You can't fool me love, you're hurting. You look a proper mess; you still have dried blood on your face. You've thrown up once. Your brother had to threaten you before you would even change your set of clothes."

Mrs. Hudson bit her lower lip and looked him in the eyes before gently continuing.

You've not fully recovered, you just had what looks like a panic attack, and these are not nice men. Your heart is in the right place Sherlock, but physically…" she searched his eyes.

There was a brief moment of a silence.

"This is John," Sherlock said simply allowing her to search him his eyes.

Mrs. Hudson sighed.

She abruptly got up and walked over to the kitchen sink. She made a kitchen towel damp and returned then sat down. She concentrated as she gently wiped off his face and scalp while taking extra care with the bruised, cut, and scratched areas. She then combed his tangled curls with her wet fingers. She examined him when she was through.

"There… better," she announced.

Sherlock said nothing but allowed her to do what he knew she needed to do.

Mrs. Hudson sighed again softly as she said, "Well then."

There were a few second of silence before her eyes widened unexpectedly.

"Oh… I forgot to give you your sedative dear." Mrs. Hudson leaned under the kitchen table. At the confused look on Sherlock's face, Mrs. Hudson added.

"You'll be needing this," Mrs. Hudson pulled out John's gun and bullets.

Sherlock chuckled softly, "Mrs. Hudson."

"You've better hurry, that brother of yours is clever, you probably only have an hour before he gets suspicious."

"Thirty minutes, actually." He handed a note to Mrs. Hudson.

"You already had it written out?"

"I know my brother."

"See that Mycroft gets this in half an hour. Half an hour exactly," Sherlock stressed.

"Sherlock, I'm cooking both of your favorites for supper, don't be late."

He turned to leave out the window. Mrs. Hudson caught his coat sleeve. She then got up and pulled him into a hug.

Sherlock body was stiff at first. He held his arms up partially surprised by her actions. However, after a few seconds he relaxed. He then melted into the hug and put his arms around her, resting his chin on top of her head as he closed his eyes.

He told himself it was perfectly logical and for the benefit of Mrs. Hudson. He almost believed himself. She pulled the much taller man down and kissed him on the forehead.

After a minute, she gently tapped him on the cheeks and said, "Well, off with you."

Sherlock opened his eyes and looked at her curiously, as he nodded once. He was halfway out the window as he turned back and looked again. He nodded once more and he was gone.

Mrs. Hudson smile dropped.

In the back of Mrs. Hudson mind, she noted that Sherlock never looked back before.

She said a quick prayer and started to cook.

Mycroft finished the call. This was good news; he also realized that everything was moving too slow.

In all likelihood, they would not get there in time. He morosely wondered how his brother would take to the news of Doctor John Watson's death, or worse, Doctor Watson disappearing with the animal Ayyad.

Mycroft refused to call him a man.

If that happened, he would help Sherlock hunt the animal down, get John back, and personally put a bullet between his eyes.

He dry wiped his face in frustration and closed his eye to enter his mind in a similar method as his brother. His body suddenly stilled.

A thought came to his mind, one word, "Sherlock."

Mycroft eyes suddenly opened and he frowned.

Anthea noticed the frown but continued to work.

Mycroft eyed the stairs then made his way down to Mrs. Hudson's apartment. He did not bother to knock.

He looked in the guest bedroom, and noted that it was empty.

"Hello," He said quietly as he followed his nose to the small kitchen, smelling the beginnings of a meal. He also heard soft sounds.

A bit early to start cooking he thought.

When he entered the kitchen, he saw only Mrs. Hudson, humming away.

"Hello Mycroft dear, have a cuppa?"

It took less than a second to deduce what had happened.

"Where is he?" Mycroft said in a dangerously low voice as he advanced on Mrs. Hudson, towering over her.

"Oh that, well he left you a note. I can give it to you in..." she looked at her watch, "...fifteen minutes."

Mycroft smiled dangerously and spoke in a deceptively calm voice.

"You know I've never actually hit a woman, I usually have men that do that for me." Mycroft warned.

"Oh you wouldn't dare. Sherlock and John would take turns kicking your arse; besides dear, you don't fool me, you like me." Mrs. Hudson smiled just as dangerously.

Mycroft growled then sank into the chair and pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling the beginning of a headache.

Mrs. Hudson smiled, and then looked at her watch as she put a hand on Mycroft's arm. "Oh, don't worry dear, you only have fourteen minutes left now."

A/N Update as soon a possible.