Sherlock story

Forgotten Memories, Chapter 14

A disclaimer: Sherlock belongs to BBC along with the talented writers and amazing Martin Freeman and Benedict Cumberbatch. No money was made. The story however is my original thought, and comes out of my overactive imagination. Other characters introduced are also mine.

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T rated but some future chapters may be M.

Things you should know. 1. Mac is the same as a laptop. 2. I try to use bathroom instead of loo. Loo can mean either the bathroom or just the toilet. I think it is more cross-cultural but if I ever use it, you will know what it means. 3. Portable storage device is also called a jump drive or or USB external hard drive. Anyone who knows any other term for it , just make suggestions.

**Let us begin!**

Lots of Love, Zacha

Memory is not so brilliant as hope, but it is more beautiful, and a thousand times more true.~ George Denison Prentice

The man in the mahogany bed moved his head back and forth as he woke again. He opened his eyes slowly and moved his body. More accurately, he tried to move his body but could not. As before he could move his head but he could not move his extremities. His thoughts were still hazy. He attempted to blink away the haze.

The guard was still there and another guard had joined him. He was about to inform the guard of his need to use the bathroom when his attention was diverted to the foot of his bed. His eyes came to stop on a man who sat in a chair, at the end of his bed in an expensive suit.

He tried to get his eyes time to focus.

The man in the chair stood up and walked over to his bed. He stood above him and said nothing. He neither smiled nor frowned. His face was expressionless.

Pain shot through his head and he closed his eyes for a split second.

After a moment he opened his eyes again. He tried to speak but his mouth was dry and he instead coughed. The man by his bed barely nodded and the same guard who assisted him earlier, walked over to him, picked up his head as before, and helped him to drink water.

Once satisfied, he laid his head back down and looked intently at the man above his bed. Neither spoke as they locked eyes.

As Moriarty looked down on the only man that he had ever considered his intellectual equal, he remained expressionless. The Master Criminal considered it a silent battle of willpower.

Holmes looked at Moriarty with curiosity. However, something else was there. It was fear, at least a trace of fear. More curious was the fact that the fear did not seem to be caused by Moriarty's presence. He had never known Holmes to show fear, not even when he was in the same room with a bomb.

More curious still, he thought.

Holmes looked away briefly as if he was trying to decide something.

He locked eyes with Moriarty then spoke. "I have two questions." He said with a weak but steady voice.

Moriarty wondered what the Consultant Detective was trying to accomplish. He would play along. The game was everything. He was not bored and that was all that mattered.

The game.

He resisted the urge he felt to smile.

"And those two questions would be?" Moriarty asked just as casually.

That's when Moriarty saw it. It was just a flash of emotion but it was there. Holmes quickly covered it up. But, Moriarty was sure that he had seen panic. It was unexpected coming from Holmes. Moriarty was careful to keep his face neutral.

"Those two questions would be?" Moriarty asked again cautiously.

Holmes looked at him, glance away briefly then back again.

"If it's not too much trouble, care to tell me who you are?" Holmes asked. Before Moriarty could wonder to himself what game the man was playing he spoke again.

"And if it's not too much trouble, perhaps you could also tell me," he hesitated slightly,

"… Who I am."

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