Sherlock story
Forgotten Memories, Chapter 22
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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***Thing that you should know: 1. Peckish means hungry. 2. Fag is a cigarette.
T rated but some future chapters may be M.
Please seat yourself at our table,
A fine meal we will prepare.
Eat quickly while you are able,
For the house is saying "Beware."
~Jan's Courtyard
Current Day
It was three days of busy activity.
Doctor Yáng made the expected call. She sighed as she looked at her watch. The other line picked up right away. This time she spoke without introducing herself.
"The procedure is over with Holmes. When he wakes, we will see how much of the false memories he will retain." She picked up a report and read before speaking.
"It is best if the implanted memories have a chance to take root in him. He should have limited contact for three days. We will attend to his needs for those three days. All that you've asked us to do was done. He was programmed with the false memories. He will be highly suggestible to your voice as you requested. His own memories are repressed. Of course the the second series of drugs must be taken for three months for any effect to be permanent. He is about to receive the last dose of the first series of drugs."
"I'll cut my trip short. I'll be back in three days and Doctor Yáng…" Moriarty said.
"Yes Sir,"
"… I expect results."
"Well, Sir…" The click of a phone ended the conversation. Doctor Yáng pulled the mobile from her ear and looked at it. She started to wonder for the first time if the outrageous amount of money that she was paid was worth it.
The scientist turned back to the sleeping man. Holmes was unconscious now. He fought against it, he lasted longer than the rest, but in the end, he lost his fight as everyone always does.
"It would seem that our employer is cutting his trip short. He will be back in three days, not in three weeks." She walked up to Holmes as he lay on the metal table. His hands were still in the leather restraints even though there was no longer any need to restrain him.
The doctor ran a hand over his cheek almost fondly. "Get him out of here, prepare him. We don't have much time." Doctor Yáng sighed. "If this doesn't work, cancel your holidays ladies; I am afraid this mansion is the last thing that your eyes will see."
She looked at his face. "You've caused me a lot of trouble Mr. Holmes." With one last dramatic sigh, the scientist walked out of the lab. She would personally prepare the dosages. She could not afford any mistakes.
"I'll stay with him tonight," the taller lab assistant said.
"Are you sure?" The shorter assistant named Kim asked.
"Yeah, but first I need a fag, and I'm simply peckish. I could also use some coffee, you?"
"No, nothing thanks," Kim said.
The guards came to get Holmes and lifted the unconscious man up. The taller assistant frowned.
"They're just going to get him showered and changed," Kim said distractedly.
The taller assistant still frowned before saying, "I'll just go along, one of us is supposed to."
"Don't be silly," the shorter woman, said.
"Nothing is going to happen, even if it does so what, it's not our problem," Kim added.
The taller assistant took a breath to control the anger. She put on a false smile.
"Do you think that's wise? Our employer seems to be very particular about what happens to his test subject. Technically, he is under our care. He does not seem too forgiving. If anything… unwanted should happen to him…" The taller woman let the other assistant fill in her own conclusion.
The shorter assistant, Kim swallowed. "Um, I'll go along to see if they need help."
"I'll get the coffee, have a smoke and then I'll watch him all night." The taller assistant offered.
"Really?" Kim confirmed happily.
"Yes," The taller assistant smiled back as she rose from the lab chair and hurried out the room.
The second kitchen where the staff was allowed to get coffee, was located next to the back of the mansion. There was shrubbery that landscaped the back that led to a clearing, then a forest. There were two men who regularly patrolled the grounds. They were armed with weapons and did not look particularly friendly.
The taller woman walked outside onto the beautiful grounds. The sun would set soon.
"You're not allowed to leave the grounds without permission," a well built, muscular guard stopped her abruptly. "We have been ordered to lock down the mansion."
The taller assistant looked surprised and smiled shyly. "I won't be gone long. I just need a smoke and I like a little walk while I smoke a cigarette."
He looked like he almost wavered. He could use a smoke himself, he thought. He looked at the other guard walking a distance away. "Sorry love, can't right now." He nodded his head toward the other guard.
"Thanks anyway." She smiled as she turned to go. The guard watched her leave. He looked a little longer than necessary; he always did like a redhead. The glasses were a turn-on too.
Her smile left as soon as she turned around. She had to try another way.
In the kitchen, the taller woman poured herself a coffee. She took out her cigarette then put them back in. One of the cooks came up to her curiously.
"Hi, how are you?" The cook finally ventured.
"Fine, Thanks for the coffee." The taller assistant said deep in thought.
Two guards walked out of the kitchen as they moved toward the back. They were ready to replace the current guards who had already been on duty for their twelve-hour work shift. Both women discreetly watched them go.
The taller assistant watched the cook for a moment then came to a decision. The cook eyed her suspiciously now that they were both alone.
The assistant smiled and pulled out a cigarette then said. "I forgot, no smoking inside. Here, you might as well take these; I won't be able to use them. I can't leave, not even to get a smoke. I have three cigarettes left. SURELY, it would have been nice to go HOME."
The assistant looked the cook in the eyes, "Just three. Well I've better be getting back to the test subject."
The cook smiled at her and waved. "Enjoy your coffee. Oh, you forgot your three sugars." She walked over and nodded discreetly before handing them to her.
"Yes, thanks, I almost forgot." A fleeting look of relief crossed the assistant's face before it was gone. She reached out, took the packets of sugar, and put them in her pocket. The taller assistant again nodded her thanks and hurried along.
The cook looked around and thought. Another group lazily walked into the kitchen as the cook hurriedly left.