Benedict story
Sherlock story
Forgotten Memories, Chapter 36
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.
A/N: Important. Benedict will at times be referred to as Ben or Benedict since he believes that to be his name.
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The update is here. I went back to chapter one on to current to make sure that here were no typos or errors. Feel free to PM me, to let me know if I missed anything.
I changed a few things story wise but not too much. I went into more of an explanation about the two sets of drugs that he received. The first series of drugs, the ones that Adler destroyed were to create and seal new memories in Sherlock. The second series of drugs were to make him passive and unquestioning (the tea).
Time Line
This is the time line. It is a little over 4 weeks since the explosion. One week recovering and gaining consciousness. Two weeks that Moriarty has been away. Days of mental programming with Doctor Yang and days with brother Moriarty.
"Let me tell you the secret that has led me to my goal. My strength lies solely in my tenacity. "
~ Louis Pasteur
Current Time
Current Day
The rapid popping sound of gunfire was heard.
Benedict followed John up the stairs as he carried Adler. John led the way. They came to the top of the stairs. Adler gritted her teeth to keep from groaning. Both men noticed despite her efforts. It was also obvious that Benedict was not yet fully healed. Ben stifled a grunt himself.
They paused at the top of the stairs, waiting, listening, and looking discreetly around the wall's edge.
Benedict looked at John, staring him in the eyes as he waited for him to signal that it was safe to proceed. He felt Sherlock's stare, but John did not dare to look away from the hallway. He knew that Sherlock was waiting for him to give direction. Some things despite the odd situation seem familiar. John finally glanced at Sherlock, John would have to make an effort to remember to call him Benedict until this was over and they could finally talk.
John held up one hand to tell Sherlock to wait with Adler until he moved out further into the open. He nodded his understanding to Watson. John looked away from the Consultant Detective's eyes as he took a final glance at the corridor and two connecting hallways. He then turned his head to Sherlock and nodded.
Benedict needed no more encouragement. He quickly followed John as they alternated between walking and a light jog through the mansion as Benedict non-verbally guided them to the nearest exit. Another round of gunfire was heard again. It seemed to be coming from the level directly above them.
They quickened their steps. Adler let a small groan slip pass her lips. She apologized with her eyes. Benedict put his hand on John to wordlessly indicate that they needed to stop for a moment. John nodded but looked him in the eyes to let him know that it could not be for long. Both men were too busy to notice that they were communicating wordlessly as they always have since becoming good friends. They were too busy trying not to be detected to be aware.
Benedict looked down at her face and nodded a smile, telling her that he understood. Adler took a deep breath and then looked Benedict in the eyes and gave a slight nod. Benedict looked at John and both men started to move again. Without saying a word aloud, both men made an unspoken agreement to walk quickly unless running was absolutely necessary.
They stilled as they heard the rhythmic tap of shoes as it connected with the stone floor of the lower level.
The killer walked to the balcony with his gun in hand. He had killed two soldiers, agents; whoever they were. He did not aim to wound unless it served his purposes. Killing was a pleasure to him that only torture surpassed. He quickly pulled back when he barely passed the wall.
He had heard a low moan.
He peeked around the corner now and saw The Doctor, Holmes, and the woman. Sebastian watched from behind the wall. He was about to take aim but pulled back and thought. He briefly thought about killing them all but knew Moriarty would find out somehow if it were he. He needed to separate Holmes from Moriarty.
If they took Sherlock Holmes away then Moriarty would be free to turn his full attention on his criminal kingdom. Moriarty's one thought day and night was Benedict. Jim rarely said Sherlock Holmes anymore. Instead, he said Benedict.
Moriarty was a great man. Sometimes great men needed someone to protect them from themselves, he thought.
Jim needed his help.
Moriarty would forget about Benedict… eventually. He would visit Holmes later when Moriarty had forgotten about him and personally say hello to Holmes, perhaps he would also visit the doctor. Sebastian smiled to himself as he complimented himself on his cleverness. He would have to tell Moriarty of the unfortunate loss of Benedict.
The killer watched them as they quickly moved away now. Maybe he would have good luck and someone else would accidentally shoot Holmes. Maybe he would be shot in the crossfire. Moriarty's men would kill the soldier and woman; no one would risk Moriarty's wrath and kill Holmes purposefully without Moriarty's permission.
Sebastian stood alone as he now wondered how to reveal the fact that his prize was lost to Moriarty.
He heard gunfire again.
He needed to get to the tunnel while he was still able. Sebastian quickly backed up until he disappeared behind the wall again.
They had managed to avoid detection so far. They avoided two guards who seemed to be patrolling the second floor and came walking down the stairs. They ducked into a close room that luckily had no one occupying it. John checked outside now that the footsteps retreated, and then motioned with his head for them to come out and follow.
Multiple popping sounds were heard close by. They were also close to the outside. They would have to first pass the staff kitchen that was located next to the door to the back of the mansion to exit.
They finally came to the end of the long corridor and faced a new problem, a substantial opened space. There was one passageway on the left, one on the right, and one straight forward. John was in the lead. There were a few yards of space where there would be no coverage.
John considered the risks of proceeding but felt it was the best alternative.
He made his choice.
They would have to pass this area or turn around and make their way to the opposite end of the mansion. The mansion was massive in size and there was still gunfire sounding in the background, most of which were coming from that direction.
Retreat was not an option.
John thought for a moment. It was one of the many risky movements they had to hazard to reach the kitchen area, then the outside to Mycroft's men.
John nodded at Sherlock and then motioned with his hand for him to go first. He held his gun in the direction of the gunfire. Sherlock acknowledged his directive with a return nod. He could see straight ahead clearly but not in the other two directions, so he eased his way to the edge of the wall.
He glanced in both directions then quickly passed the open space and went into the next corridor and leaned his body against the wall as he caught his breath while still holding Adler. John did the same and was about to pass the open space when it happened.
John saw the slight widening of Sherlock's eyes as his mouth simultaneously started to open. Sherlock's eyes were looking at the corridor to the left. It was the direction that John heard feet running.
John' eyes widened as he attempted to turn to his left. John knew with chilling certainty that he would not be able to react in time.
Shots rang out as both the sounds of flesh being hit and the thud of bodies being pierced, echoed in the air.