Benedict story

Sherlock story

Forgotten Memories, Chapter 37

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.

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.

*Thanks so much for reading. Please do not forget to review. *

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).

Things to know, an iPod is a portable music device. (Thanks for the iPod suggestion)

Enjoy

"Sometimes it's the smallest decisions that can change your life forever."

~ Keri Russell

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Moriarty made it out of the tunnel finally. It was kilometers from the mansion. There were two tunnels that headed in two opposite directions from the mansion.

An open electric cart was located in the tunnel for such moments as these. Its purpose was to provide faster transport to the end of the tunnel. However, if Jim was honest, this particular property was so well hidden, with practically no paper trail, as well as it being located in a country that did not have an agreement to extradite criminals; he never thought that it would be necessary to use it.

He reached the Land Rover now; he would need it to drive the short distance through the rough terrain then onto the small obscure back road.

Mycroft had to be in the country discreetly. Moriarty had plants in the government that would have informed him if any legitimate deals were made.

Moriarty made a call when all the excitement started. It was time to put pressure on Mycroft's men. Moriarty smiled. The game was becoming interesting.

"Sir," One of the five guards reminded him for the second time. "Don't you think it's time to leave now? Sebastian can bring Benedict along and the other men have the jeeps."

"We have a little time," Moriarty said as he took out his knife and sliced an apple. He slowly put it in his mouth looking at the guard and chewed.

The guard looked and decided not to say another word. He knew his boss well enough to know that that was his way of saying, "I'm being nice today, ask me again and I might kill you or worse."

The other guards decided to be quiet as well.

Moriarty put in his head earplugs and turned on his iPod. He closed his eyes as he lay on the top of the Land Rover hood, waiting for Benedict to arrive.

John could not stop his body from flinching as he heard the bullets hit flesh. He waited for the pain to come and his body to collapse; neither happened.

He smiled. "Hello dear," John said barely above a whisper without looking around.

Myers and another agent stepped out of the corner. The bodies of two guards lay on the floor. Myers pulled out her last mobile phone and made her last secure call.

"Provide cover we're coming out," She said looking.

She quickly ended the call. "Can you make it, Agent Lauer can take her." Myers inquired quickly as she looked at Benedict.

Benedict was tired and if he was honest, starting to hurt. Still, he shook his head no. He was a little mentally thrown. John's presence was the only thing that made him feel a little confident. He also felt connected to this woman in some way. What way, he was unsure now. He ignored the headache he felt forming.

He did not trust anyone else. He did not trust his brother's men, who would most likely try to take him back to Jim. He was already going to try to get away from his brother when the opportunity presented itself. He did not trust these men with the guns.

If it were not for John's presence and the woman needing him, Benedict would have tried to get away from everyone.

"I'll take her." He did not trust her to anyone else. He also had a chance to gather his strength before they made the mad dash for their lives.

"I'm sure," Benedict reassured her before she could ask again. Myers looked at him assessing if he was physically able to do it. She saw the determination in his face and nodded.

Benedict looked at Adler. "Sorry in advance," he whispered to her.

"That can't be good," She tried to joke weakly.

Benedict frowned when he saw her pain filled face. He thought for a moment then pulled out the hem of his dress shirt and tore it. "Bite." He instructed her. She opened her mouth and bit down on the rolled up piece of cloth. She looked him in the eyes and nodded.

Everyone glanced at each other in the small group. Myers nodded as she led the way. She waited for the signal. A red flash of light came from the woods. "Go," she said as they ran toward that red light.

They ran for their lives as gunfire rang.

They made it safely to the woods.

Myers walked up to Benedict, Adler and John. Her eyes traveled on everyone. Benedict put Adler on the ground as John and another soldier went to her. The soldier gave Irene something to drink as he and John pulled out the soldier's portable medical kit and started to work, his attention fully focused on Adler.

Through several windows, scattered flashes of light was witnessed at the same time that random gunfire was heard.

Benedict was distractedly looking on at Adler but not saying anything.

Unexpectedly, Myers came up to Benedict and before he knew what was happening, she kissed him deeply as her hands ran through his hair and the back of his neck. Several soldiers glanced but then professionally returned their eyes back to the mansion with guns and rifles drawn. John finished up with Adler who had her eyes temporarily closed and missed the entire exchange.

John cleared his throat as Benedict immediately pushed her gently away and disengaged his lips from hers. Benedict chose not to address the fact that he had kissed her back. He looked at John then Adler who chose that moment to open her eyes. She looked from Myers to John to Benedict. She sleepily wondered what she missed a second before her eyes closed again.

Benedict bodily turned Myers around and pushed her gently toward John. I think his lips are the ones you want. Myers turned her head only. "You remembered?" She asked.

Benedict sighed as if he was talking to a slow child. "Your eyes dilated and your pulse increased to the point that I could see it jumping in your neck. It did that only when you looked at him." Benedict nodded his head toward John. He had stopped questioning himself on how he knew these things. Ben almost accepted it now.

Ben's eyes asked her why she had kissed him. "I was glad to see you." Myers said innocently.

Benedict raised his eyebrows in skepticism. Myers got closer and whispered for his ears only. "I've always wondered what it would be like." Benedict snorted at her reason disbelievingly until she added. "You kissed me back, and was that your tongue I felt?" Myers whispered sweetly.

The smile left Benedict's face abruptly and a scowl took its place. "I don't remember you and yet I wish I had a gun, loaded and ready to fire." He glared angrily as he towered over her.

"Then there's hope for you yet. And, remember, I know how to use a gun as well, and I can kick your ars…"

"Children," John intervened as he stood between the two of them. "I see you've both said hello to each other."

Benedict looked at John before whispering, "She's a maniac." Then he practically stomped off to Adler as he knelt beside her.

"What was that about?" He asked Mary curiously. With anyone else, he would have been jealous. He thought it best not to try to identify why with Sherlock; he was not.

She looked at John and smile mischievously but did not answer. Instead, she looked John over. He looked her over as well. His eyes landed on a bruise.

"We're both fine," she said as she traced the forming bruise on his jaw. "Be careful," She added.

"Stay out of trouble, if that's even possible for you." John said with a smile, but his eyes were serious.

"You know me." She raised an eyebrow. She kissed him and looked lovingly in his eyes before she ran off to talk to one of the three agents standing by.