Sherlock story

Forgotten Memories, Chapter 45

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.

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It is a little over 4 weeks since the explosion.

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.

Love to all.

"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 Day

Earlier

The bumping of the jeep as its wheels found a small hole in the graveled road woke up Benedict with a startle gasp. The jerking motion pulled him out of another world. Pain came back to him again. His eyes opened briefly as faces floated above him. He felt a prick of a needle in his arm and the pain in his head and body receded. His eyes closed again.

An Agent picked up his mobile and made a call.

John disconnected his mobile phone line. He held it in his right hand for a few minutes before sighing and returning it to his trouser pocket. John thought of the mobile in his pocket. He glanced at his watch as he willed the jeep to go faster. He had one of his bad feelings. He cursed under his breath. He smiled an apology to Mary when she looked at him. She smiled back as she continued to speak on her mobile.

John wiped at his forehead with the back of his hand. He unbuttoned another button on his shirt and rolled up his shirtsleeves. Adler was successfully moved out of the country and airlifted. Sherlock would have also been across the border by now but they had to take a slightly longer way because of the increase in activity. His face apparently was one that many people were looking for.

John sighed again with frustration. Mary Myers looked at John then turned her attention back to her mobile phone conversation. One agent was driving the other was sitting in the front seat with a rifle ready to defend them. Similar jeeps with four soldiers were in front and another jeep with four soldiers were behind. John did not notice that his feet was tapping against the floor of the jeep.

John looked at the mountains as it rested against the turquoise sky. The sun beat down on their heads. John squinted as he glanced toward the sun then quickly looked away. It was at the highest point of the day. A part of him wished that he was in an enclosed vehicle with cool air blowing in his face. Another part of him felt guilty for desiring any comfort when Sherlock was not with him.

Some green could be seen down the narrow road. They would reach it in a little over thirty minutes. From the distance, John could not be sure, but it appeared that they would be entering an area with heavy high bush and a receding forest line.

The air that whipped pass John in the jeep helped to cool his sweat-laden skin. His thoughts were on Sherlock. He had not spoken to the soldier who had called to keep them informed of Sherlock's condition recently. Last time he contacted the soldier, Sherlock was unresponsive but breathing normally. John contacted the closest safe-house and transmitted instructions in his care based on the information and drug retrieved from the mansion.

He wondered again for the tenth time that day, if he had made the right choice.

By allowing him to go on ahead of John, Sherlock could receive proper medical care quicker than if he had waited for John to investigate the drugs that he was given. However, was that the best choice, John wondered silently.

Choices, damn them.

John leaned back as he noticed for the first time that he was tapping his feet and steeled himself as he closed his eyes. He listened to the air whip past and the slight rhythmic squeaking noise as the tires spun.

Myers disconnected the phone call and looked at John for the tenth time. She felt that it was better just to demonstrate that she was supportive rather than give false promises. She squeezed his arm but said nothing. He smiled at her, they both knew that it was forced but neither said anything about that fact. He then turned and looked at the mountains again.

There was a few minutes of relative silence before Myers mobile rang again.

"Yes," she answered. "You've recovered Holmes?" She asked the person on the other line. Myers smiled widely.

John immediately felt his heart racing. He was relieved that at least he was safe. He almost chided himself for being overly concerned. They would be able to give him the drugs now to at least temporarily control his symptoms.

John stared in her face as though staring would open up her thoughts to him and he would be able to hear both sides of the phone conversation.

"You found him where?" Mary asked.

It took every ounce of John's control not to rip the mobile out of her hand.

"We found him close to the safe-house. We are pulling up to the house now as we speak. Two soldiers are dead, one is injured. He apparently saved Mr. Holmes from some unpleasant circumstances before collapsing again." The agent spoke in the mobile.

"Agent Myers, Holmes was… uh… injured…" The agent began to inform Myers giving her general information.

Mary's face became blank. John knew what that meant. It was the same as someone else frowning. John's body tensed.

Current Day

Current Time

Kevin frowned and opened one eye then the other to find Agent Santos' body slammed up against the wall as he was held in place by Agent Thomas. Kevin blinked and stared as Santos squirmed with a similar look of shock on his face. Santos gun was on the floor.

Kevin now looked outside the bathroom door as he saw agents and soldiers flood into the building.

"Is everyone here calm," He asked but his eyes were on Santos. Santos opened his mouth to speak but decided to close it instead and nodded.

"There is a helicopter outside waiting to take you to the border. You will cross the border then a jeep will take you to the first safe-house where you will assist with reinforcements until WE manage to push back the army enough for Holmes to be safely transported here. Is any part of that not clear to you?"

Santos nodded his understanding with anger. Thomas let go of Santos and the slightly shorter man dropped to his feet. Santos glanced at Kevin then back at Thomas. His eyes then lowered and came up again.

"Yes Sir," he said as he walked out the door with his own agents and some of Thomas' agents following him.

The passageway was full of curious soldiers and agents. Thomas gave them a glance. His glance gave everyone the message and they started to disburse as the excitement died down.

Thomas frowned as he looked at Kevin. Neither said a word as he watched Patel look at the retreating personnel.

"Plan to sit there for the rest of the day?" Thomas asked with some amusement.

Kevin looked at the floor then himself. He shrugged. "Surprisingly comfortable Sir," he said as he allowed Thomas to pull him up. Kevin noticed the wince when the agent pulled him.

"Are you alright Sir?" Kevin asked with concern, as he looked the agent up and down. He was not as discreet as he would have liked.

"Well enough," Thomas said with a smile. He did not pretend not to look Patel over. "And, you?"

Kevin touched his head where a small area was swelling. He winced when he touched the inflamed area on his scalp. It was tender.

"Well enough," Patel responded using Thomas' exact words. He noticed the discarded gun and bent to pick it up when Thomas' voice stopped him. "Leave it for evidence." Kevin looked and now noticed an agent with gloves on waiting patiently outside the door.

Kevin followed behind Agent Thomas as they moved toward the conference room. "Um… Sir, do you think that he will do as told?" He knew it was not his place but he asked anyway.

"Santos will do exactly as I ask. He only does what he thinks he can get away with. He will follow my orders to the letter. I'll need a statement from you later but right now. I need you to get back to work," Thomas stopped walking for a moment. "You need to get whatever you have been communicating with me on and meet me in the conference room."

Kevin smiled a broad smile now, "Um one moment Sir." Kevin ran a few steps then walked instead when his head protested. He put back in his earpiece relieved that he did not have to hide anymore. He would need his laptop that he hid away underneath the bath towels.

Current Day

Current Time

Mycroft's mobile had been ringing at regular intervals. Despite Mycroft's personal concerns. There was still a government that he was responsible for. Wars to be stopped. Elections in other countries to be influenced. Mycroft's mind returned to Sherlock on regular intervals. He was determined to stop being ridiculous and use logic. To think about the things that he could control. His thoughts stubbornly still returned to Sherlock. He sighed as he once again pushed everything but logic away and tried to concentrate on his tasks.

Mycroft's mobile rang again.

"Yes," he said. No one answered for a moment but he did not repeat himself. His face showed no expression but he subconsciously reached for his umbrella that had fallen to the side of his car seat.

Anthea noticed as her eyes became wide. Anthea quickly disconnected her current call as she nodded to him and her fingers started to fly again across her Smartphone. He noticed her movements and waited with annoyance for the voice he knew he would soon hear. Mycroft resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the man's attempt at drama.

"Mr. Holmes the elder," Moriarty's voice traveled across the mobile line. All traces of his usual manic tone was gone. It was all business.

To be continued.

A/N: I will post at least one chapter a day for the next three days starting today. Love to hear from you, Zacha