Benedict story

Sherlock story

Forgotten Memories, Chapter 38

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.

I appreciate you all.

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).

Enjoy

"The course of our lives is not determined by great, awesome decisions. Our direction is set by the

little day-to-day choices which chart the track on which we run."

~ Gordon B. Hinckley

Current Time

Current Day

Captain Magoro spoke on the satellite phone. "Everything went relatively smoothly."

"Doctor Watson, Adler?" The voice on the other line asked.

"Doctor Watson is relatively uninjured just bruised. Adler is injured, they are stabilizing her now for transport. She might need an airlift. Holmes is physically stable however, he may be at the beginning stages of withdrawal."

"How many did we lose?" The voice on the other line asked.

"Two. One agent and one soldier on our side. We captured seven guards, four are injured. Less than half the guards were gone, several escaped. All the other guards are dead." Captain Magoro reported.

"Moriarty," The voice asked.

"Escaped," The captain could not quite hide the frustration in his voice.

"Get Holmes across the border immediately, if anything goes wrong. Go to the backup location and wait for help." The voice instructed.

"This is not over." The captain had not asked as a question but instead stated the obvious.

"No, it is not over. I'll meet Holmes and Watson there. It should be safe to transport Adler if Holmes is not with her. False Identifications for her will be on the transport."

"Sir, Is it wise for you to be there?" Captain Magoro asked.

"I'm not letting him out of my sight. I'll inform Mycroft Holmes." The voice said as the lines disconnected.

Moriarty smiled as he looked up, he could hear Sebastian approaching as he opened his eyes and sat up from the hood of the car. He had long ago turned off his music. He could almost feel the killer's presence.

He slid down the car's hood and came to stand with a smile. His smile faded as he saw Sebastian standing alone. The fact that none of the other soldiers were there was noticed but did not bother him. The fact that Benedict was not there did.

Moriarty looked at Sebastian in the eyes as he took back up his long forgotten apple. He sliced the brown part off first as it fell to the ground. He then sliced a piece of the apple and slowly chewed as he looked quietly at the man before him. Moriarty nodded as he gave him permission to speak.

"I regret to inform you Sir that Benedict was taken by the time I arrived. When I arrived in the room two were dead, but one was not doctor Watson, both were our…your guards." Sebastian paused slightly and took another breath.

Jim took another slice of the apple.

"I did see Benedict but he was with a very much alive Doctor Watson." He walked closer to say quietly, "Sir, he did not look like he was being taken against his will," Sebastian hoped he sounded hesitant and not gleeful. He waited the appropriate seconds to pause. "It looked as if he willingly followed him."

Sebastian paused again. He wondered if he should leave the other part out but Moriarty would be able to tell he was keeping something from him.

"They were carrying someone. I could not tell from the distance, but I believe it might have been a woman. The mansion will soon be overrun." Sebastian said.

"I regret to say Benedict is lost Sir." There was a slight pause "We really should get you to safety." Sebastian waited for Moriarty's reaction.

"Give me your arm." Moriarty commanded. Sebastian looked grimly as he sighed and gave Moriarty his arm. "Left or right Sir," Sebastian asked evenly.

"You choose Seb." Moriarty said conversationally as he took another slice of the apple.

Sebastian gave him the right arm since he was left handed. Jim chewed on an apple slice as he took the knife and carved on the killer's arm.

B, Jim carved.

E, the next letter.

N, the last.

"You know, I must really like you Seb, or I would have carved, BENEDICT, not BEN. That will be a reminder, just in case you forget who I want you to get for me." Moriarty took the knife and sliced another piece of the apple without cleaning the knife blade. He acted as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

All of his men except Sebastian cringed but said nothing. Sebastian looked bored.

"Yes, Mr. Moriarty." Sebastian said as he walked away. He did not bother to look at his arm. The cut was so shallow it did not bleed in most places. It was just a message. Jim could be so dramatic sometimes. He would not risk his arm not being able to shoot. Moriarty let him get away with more that anyone, Sebastian noticed. Jim must really care for him.

Sherlock Holmes would suffer as soon as he could get away with it without Moriarty tracing it back to him.

Sherlock Holmes afraid - Sherlock with that smirk wiped off his face – begging - choking for air with his hands around Sherlock's neck – Sherlock's throat hoarse from calling for help that would never come - Sherlock trembling underneath him cold, helpless, vulnerable, and screaming.

These were the last thoughts of Sebastian before he started to think of his next move. He found himself smiling.

"Do you understand my instructions?" He listened, "Bruises and force are permitted but don't scar that face or body and only if necessary," Moriarty said.

"How close?" Moriarty listened, looked at his Rolex watch, and smiled.

"That will be all." Moriarty did not wait for a reply as he disconnected. He then lay back on the seat in the Land Rover and closed his eyes as he stifled a yawn. He would catch a few hours of sleep as they drove.

He put back in his earplugs turned up his music and drifted off into a light sleep.

"What do you mean?" John Watson tried to lower his voice. "Are you insane? I need to be with him and I need more time. I don't want to leave Adler until the transport has come for her and I want to go into the lab to see if I can understand anything about what he was given."

"I understand your dilemma Doctor Watson, but I have my orders and I will follow them." Captain Magoro's voice softened. He realized that they were both frustrated and tired. He looked at the man before him. The Doctor was doing remarkably well mentally for a man that was just released from being a prisoner.

"He won't go with me willingly and I don't want to use force. Don't you think he's been through enough mental and physical traumas?" The captain asked.

John was tired and frustrated. He looked from the mansion, to the dead bodies of the guards lying around, to the seeming peacefulness of the wooded area.

Madness.

Sherlock was right in front of him, the thought of leaving him again was almost unbearable. He also felt that they were both safer with each other. Captain Magoro voice pulled John out of his thoughts.

"Doctor, I've already taken time to talk that we don't have. I need an answer." Captain Magoro said firmly.

"You'll be a few hours behind him Doctor." The captain added.

"I'll talk to him first." John decided.

"We don't have time." Magoro started to say.

John looked at him. The captain sighed and nodded his head.

Benedict could not help but noticed John's gesture and body language as well as the man's body language that he was speaking to. He thought that they would come to blows earlier. He winced. His headache was getting worse and he was starting to feel a little jumpy.

He noticed John walking toward him but did not acknowledge it. Ben looked at the sleeping woman beside him. He sat on the ground next to her. He put his hand on her head as he gently stroked her hair.

Too much information was coming into his senses. He closed his eyes for a few second to block some of it out.

He felt John sit beside him on the ground.

Benedict spoke, "You're not coming with me, neither is she." Benedict looked him in the eyes. "When do I leave?"

John closed his eyes then opened them. "Now." John said. He pulled out two phones. He gave one to Sherlock. He put the other in his pocket. "Push the first button and you'll get me. Call me for any reason even to say that you particularly like the shade of green on the tree that you've just passed. If I don't answer right away, that probably means I'm being shot at. I'll call you back as soon as I can. If that should happen, push the second button and someone named Mycroft will answer. You can trust him with your life. He would and have almost died to save you."

Benedict gave a slight nod now looking at Adler.

"Sher… Benedict, can you look at me please?" John asked. Benedict looked. "I know you're probably, pissed at me right now for leaving you. I know it doesn't happen often but I know when you're scared. If it makes you feel better I'm pissed at myself."

"Thomas is usually here to back you up in these rare situations when I can't. I'm not sure where he is but we can't wait for him." John said to himself as well as Sherlock.

"Thomas?" Sherlock felt something pull at his mind.

"You've known each other for years, you just don't remember now. He's just a few years older than you but he'd guarded you on and off for years. You two always got along but you both have grown closer the last year. I'll re-introduce you to him later." John explained quickly.

Benedict stood and took the phone. "Take care of her, she looks pale."

"She's strong," John said as they started to walk to the jeep where four soldiers were already waiting. Somehow, Benedict knew that it was the truth.

"Well John," Benedict shook his hand formally. "Take care of yourself." Benedict turned to leave but John did not release the grip on his hand.

"Promise me something," John looked him in the eyes. "You have an uncanny intuition that you deny most of the time. It has saved both of our lives several times. I know that you are a man of logic but, listen to that feeling, that voice on the inside of you." John was trying not to waver.

"I thought I was supposed to listen to John." Benedict tried to joke. "I wrote it down, remember?"

Benedict looked at John intently. "I think I'm safer with you." He said more quietly.

John frowned, he felt himself waver now.

Ben was suddenly embarrassed by the display of weakness. He needed to close his eyes. He needed to shut out the world for a little while. He needed the headache to go.

"…are you OK?" He heard John's voice floating in.

"I'm fine John." Benedict said as he pulled his hand away and got into the back seat of the jeep abruptly.

Benedict looked straight ahead as the jeep immediately pulled away. He felt an almost overwhelming urge to look back, to look at John but he would not. He needed no one.

The jeep drove on.

He was a grown man.

The jeep drove further.

He would not look.

The jeep was getting close to the bend in the road.

Damn.

Benedict sighed as he turned to see if perhaps he could glimpse John one last time. Ben was shocked to find that this John was standing in the middle of the road watching him, seemingly unembarrassed if anyone around him noticed.

Benedict looked until he could not see John anymore.

15 Minutes Later

Safe-house

Current Day

Kevin Patel spat out his coffee as Intel came in. He looked at the updated satellite picture and almost choked. He scrambled for the phone. He held the phone between his head and shoulder as his fingers flew across the screen. Kevin glanced at his earpiece for the phone in the other room but decided against stopping to get it.

The line was answered.

"Sir, an issue has come up." Kevin started the long conversation.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed. Please review. :) Lots of Love to all. Zacha