Sherlock story
Forgotten Memories, Chapter 44
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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It is a little over 4 weeks since the explosion.
A/N: Hi everyone. A portion of my story disappeared off my computer. I looked and looked and could not find it. I am not sure what I did. I wanted to cry but decided to do a forced re-write instead. So, I took a few hours earlier today and started again. I will post every day for the next three days.
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"I choose my friends for their good looks, my acquaintances for their good characters, and my enemies for
their good intellects." ~ Oscar Wilde
Current Day
Earlier
Mycroft picked up his mobile. He put it to his ear and said his automatic yes. He heard shouting and heavy breathing then muffled bits of conversation. Anthea glanced at him as he muted his phone line. Sherlock was in trouble and apparently made a call hoping that it would be obvious that he needed help. Mycroft doubted that he was trying to call him with his memory loss. He probably was trying to call John and pushed the wrong button. He heard Anthea pick up the other mobile line as she asked.
"Mr. Holmes is in desperate need of assistance, how close are you now?" She said as one shoulder held the mobile and her freed fingers danced across her laptop.
Mycroft mouth flattened into a tight line and the normally expressionless man frowned as he listened to the voiced and struggle on the other mobile line.
Current Day
Current Time
Kevin Patel He sat on the floor cross-legged again. He changed position every so often. First, it was the floor. Then he sat on the loo. Then it was the floor again. He stood straight and stretched his back. He finished talking to the first safe house now. He finally was able to contact them. Kevin was shocked when he heard what happened. He was now glad the he had the courage to do what he knew in his heart should be done. It would have been worst for everyone especially Holmes if he did not.
Kevin was shaking as he finished typing on the computer and hit send. He kept the equipment powered up and was debating whether he should bother to hide it or walk out with his head held high. He vaguely wondered how far Agent Santos would go and if he would actually shoot him. He had already proven that the welfare of others was not exactly his priority.
He had been in and out of that bathroom all morning. There were four bathrooms, two on the lower hidden level and two on the first level. Maybe no one would notice, he told himself reassuringly. Agent Santos would be receiving orders very soon. At that point, there would be no disguising what he had done.
Kevin opted to hide the laptop in the supply closet in the loo under some bath towels. He then pulled out his Smartphone and turned on the power. He would continue to work from the phone. He had already blackened the computer screens remotely so that no one could see the transmissions. Kevin saw something and smile in relief. He remotely turned off the sensors so that Agent Santos would not be aware of what was about to occur.
He straightened his body a little more confident now as he walked toward the door. Opening it, he ran bodily into Santos. The sounds of their bodies colliding and air being expelled by the younger man's lungs were heard. He was about to apologize even though technically it WAS Santos who walked into him, when Santos manhandled the skinnier man. He violently shoved Kevin back into the bathroom and shut the door. He body slammed him against the wall and his elbow came up and mildly choked the younger man.
Kevin eyes went wide with shock as his brain tried to catch up and process what was happening.
"What do you have to say for yourself insect?" Santos asked. Only choking sounds came out of Kevin. Santos realized with irritation that he would have to let him go so that he could respond. Someone was talking outside the door but Santos was so enraged he did not pay it attention.
Kevin started immediately to cough as his brain received oxygen. His quick mind thought of three possible responses while he coughed. The first, he could do the denial thing. The second, he could confess all and get his murder over with. He now realized that there was a third option and he chose it quickly.
"What… (Cough)… do… y… you… (Wheeze)… mean Sir?" Kevin tried to even out his breathing as his coughing died down. Santos thought that he was dumb. He defiantly decided to play the part.
"What happen?" Santos mocked.
"What happened?" Santos repeated enraged. "You know bloody well what happened! I received a call to go to the other safe-house and assist. Assist! That was supposed to be me who would find Holmes, me who saved the day. Now I am to assist like some, some ordinary agent." Santos took out his gun and pointed it at Patel stomach grinding it in roughly.
Patel bit his lips briefly and flinched at the pain. He then put on a strained smile and said. "Don't worry Sir; I am sure that you will be perfectly adequate in your duties." Patel desperately hoped that he would not embarrass himself by fainting or throwing up on the man before he shot him. The commotion outside became louder. Both men were too preoccupied to notice.
Agent Santos eyes became as cold as ice. "It's too bad that I found it necessary to shoot you multiple times. It's sad that the medic will not be able to save you." Santos' gun found its way under Kevin's tee shirt and ground more painfully into his stomach. Kevin grimaced as he bit his lips again. "It's also too bad that you kept such vital information from me. I was not able to make adequate decisions without it." Kevin heard the safety on the gun disengage and closed his eyes tightly.
A loud noise sounded in the room and a gun shot. Kevin slumped to the floor and waited for the pain to start.
"The natural flights of the human mind are not from pleasure to pleasure but from hope to hope."
~ Johnson, Samuel
Current Day
Earlier
Abdul stood over the body of Leman as the smoke from his pistol floated in ribbons broken up only by the slight breeze that blew. Leman lay on the ground unconscious as blood pooled under his torso.
Abdul staggered over to Holmes as he lay face down on the ground moaning softly half-conscious. He attempted to sit next to Holmes but only fell ungracefully because of his bleeding head wound.
The young soldier wiped the dirt, blood, and sweat out of his stinging eyes as his sluggish mind tried to think of what to do. He dragged himself over to Holmes and turned him on his back. Holmes moaned in pain and his eyes fluttered but he did not open them. Holmes mumbled something about Mummy and Christmas. Abdul did not understand but tried to verbally assure Holmes that everything would be OK.
"Everything is fine Sir. I'll get you some medical help soon. It's alright you're safe."Abdul prayed a quick prayer that he was not being untruthful.
He then elevated Holmes head in his lap and looked carefully to make sure that he was breathing. Abdul periodically would give whispered words of encouragement. He sighed with relief when his respirations were fast but regular. He quickly put his shaking fingers to Holmes neck and felt that his pulse was very fast but present. He could hear jeeps approaching they would be there in a few minutes.
He thought of dragging Holmes in the bushes and trying to hide but the blood trail and trail from the disturbed dirt would give their location away. Moreover, truthfully he was weaning himself and would probably become unconscious soon as well. Abdul looked to see how many bullets he had left. He put a fresh magazine in one gun while pulling out another gun.
He came up with as much of a plan as his mottled brain would allow. He had a two-part plan. Part one; He would try to hold the enemy soldiers off as long as he can. Part two; stay alive until help arrives. He had not worked out all the details of part two yet.
He hoped that they would not shoot Holmes. He would have thought that they wanted him unharmed and alive, but after Leman sadistic actions, he could not be sure of anything anymore.
He looked at Holmes for the first time. He would fix Holmes clothing to maintain his dignity before he crawled a distance closer to the road to get a better position to shoot. He would not risk walking again. If he fell and hit his already injured head, they both would have no hope.
Hope.
Abdul thought of his father. His father would not lose hope, neither would he.
As Abdul pulled he felt it in Holmes trouser pocket. The phone. How could he be so stupid. Abdul picked up the phone and pushed some numbers. He was relieved that it was answered quickly.
He spoke at lightning speed. "Captain, I have Holmes but we are both injured with hostels approaching minutes away. I have four full magazines and two guns but my aim is off." He blinked as he tried to focus. He gave the coordinates for where they were. He looked at his pocket size electronic map that he held in increasingly shaky hands. He called off the latitude and longitude of their location. He then took a shaky breath and waited for instruction.
"… Abdul, did you hear what I said?" Captain Magoro asked firmly. Abdul also thought he detected concern in his voice.
Abdul looked in the direction of the road. He heard jeeps stopping and hurried footsteps. They were there.
"… Abdul did you hear me?" The Captain said more urgently.
Abdul blinked slightly confused. When did the Captain speak to him? The pain in his head was worse. He frowned.
"No Sir, Sorry Sir But I am listening now." Abdul ignored the fact that he sounded as if he was slurring.
"I said do not shoot, they are our men. Do you understand?" The Captain asked a little louder.
Abdul took a few seconds before what the Captain said processed. "Don't shoot?" Abdul asked clarifying the Captain's statement.
"No Abdul, don't shoot." The Captain chuckles slightly. "Good work Abdul."
"Yes Sir, I won't shoot," Abdul said as he disconnected the call. The Captain's rare compliment did not even register. A part of him wondered if the Captain had more to say.
"Over here!" A voice shouted. The hurried steps came closer. Suddenly hands were on them both. He looked next to him as someone told him to let go of Holmes that it would be alright. He let go reluctantly as he kept a blurry eye on them. He relaxed when he realized that they were giving medical care. Someone gave Holmes an injection as someone else started an IV for fluids. They were doing the same with him.
"Um… OK." He opened his mouth to say that he was OK when he realized that his tongue was becoming more uncooperative.
Someone was above him asking if Abdul could drink water. When did he lay down, he wondered. He thought for a moment and decided that they probably wanted him to say something in return. He nodded then winced at the pain that the small movement caused.
He drank greedily then satisfied he nodded. He felt a needle prick his arm as it was taped in place and someone knelt beside him holding similar IV fluids.
He suddenly felt very tired. He glanced over at Holmes. His face was finally relaxed and no longer filled with the look of pain. He was no longer moaning or mumbling as if he was talking to someone. Pain medication Abdul thought.
The medic looked at the young soldier. He seemed to be trying to say something to him. He lowered his head and positioned his ear directly above his lips.
"C…Close eyes now?" Abdul whispered the question as he locked sleepy eyes with the medic.
It took him a few seconds to realize that the young soldier was asking if he could go to sleep. "Yes. Go to sleep we'll take care of you both." The medic said gently as he attempted a smile.
Abdul was asleep before the medic could finish his sentence. The medic considered all that he had seen since arriving. He wondered to himself what had occurred.