Sherlock story
Forgotten Memories, Chapter 46
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Chapters 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 has been a little over 4 weeks since the explosion.
Thank you for all your encouragement and support during my computer crisis. My fingers have been flying to give you extra long chapters as a way to say, Thank you.
Notes
1. un événement épique means an epic event
2. Adieumeans farewell
**Warning. References to abuse including child abuse. Because of that temporarily M
**********************************Love always, Zacha**************************************
OUT of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
~Invictus- William Ernest Henley
Current Day
Current Time
Sebastian ignored the screaming as he answered the mobile. He smiled happily, as he pulled off the bloodied gloves and wiped his hands clean.
"Yes," Sebastian said in a good mood, he felt like humming. His only regret was that he was not the one to torture Holmes. The day was looking beautiful.
Sebastian frowned as he listened. He sighed and rolled his eyes. His only comfort was that at least he would not be there in person to tell Moriarty.
He disconnected the mobile and made another call. It was answered on the second ring.
"Hello Mr. Moriarty, there is some news that I thought that you needed to know about immediately." Sebastian hesitated slightly. "Sir, there seems to have been some damage to the mansion."
Sebastian listened quietly as Moriarty inquired as to how much damage. Might as well get it over with, Sebastian thought.
"How much damage? Um… perhaps it would be more accurate to say that it was completely destroyed along with half of the army in some… um…" Sebastian cleared his throat, "… explosions."
Sebastian pulled the phone slightly from his ear. He glanced at his arm. From what he heard on the mobile line, he was glad that he was not the one standing close to Moriarty.
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 link. All traces of his usual manic tone were gone. It was all business.
"Mr. Moriarty, the only." Mycroft said with a polished calm.
"Nice day for travel, maybe even a holiday." Moriarty said conversationally.
"Is this a social call or is there a point to this conversation? My schedule is quite busy for today." Mycroft mimicked Anthea as he took his mobile and used his shoulder to hold it to his ear while his fingers grabbed the electrical device next to him and typed a comment to Anthea. She nodded and turned and typed a reply to her boss as her fingers danced across the keys of her mobile phone
"What does your schedule include, blowing up my home, rather rude, don't you think."
"You kidnapped my brother, consider us even. Besides it was a rare mistake, I thought that you were still in the building."
There was silence for a moment then Moriarty gave a rich full laugh. "You are fun aren't you? Not as much as Sherlock, or as good looking for that matter, Yum!" Moriarty said as his voice took on a playful quality for the first time. "Still, I liked that property. I'll just have to think of something to make me feel better."
There was a slight pause.
"Come the world must be big enough for two brains like ours. Well there is Sherlock but we must agree that he is in a class by himself." Moriarty paused, "You did not ask me how I got your number."
"I won't insult you." Mycroft said.
"But you know how I did," Moriarty stated as fact.
"But of course." Mycroft again said as he read Anthea's latest message. Moriarty chuckled in response.
Mycroft did not ask Anthea to look to see which of his top agents did not check in however, she already was doing it. She frowned as she typed the names of two agents that were due to check in an hour ago but did not.
Mycroft closed his eyes briefly then opened them. "I would like their bodies back for burial." Mycroft said matter of fact but with a tone of authority.
"They're just ordinary people; the world is full of those. With all your power why do you care?" Moriarty's tone was curious.
Anthea raised her eyebrows and looked curiously at Mycroft. He ignored Moriarty's comment and looked straight ahead. "They were faithful to you. Even my best men weren't able to get information out of them no matter what they did." Moriarty sounded almost envious.
There was a moment of silence before Moriarty continued. "I have a proposition for you. I like to play but there are so many countries out there. I am planning something big, monumental, un événement épique. As I said, there are plenty of countries to choose from. I could leave England completely alone. Without me, the crime rate would lower considerably. Imagine what a hero you would be. Imagine how much good you could do for your country."
"I ask for so little in return, just one small thing." Moriarty sang the sentence.
"And the cost of your sudden altruism." Mycroft asked with disdain.
"Just your deep abiding appreciation, and a few flowers sent every holiday. Well perhaps, one other thing." Moriarty wanted Mycroft's mind to fill in the blank but Mycroft refused to.
"That would be?" Mycroft asked casually.
"Sherlock. Just look the other way. Give him to me and walk away. No one but you and I would ever know. Trade your brother for the welfare of a country. It's not like you haven't done it before."
Mycroft's even tone and calm voice betrayed how much Moriarty's words stung.
"I could not possibly have known what you would do with the information about his childhood. It was unimportant pieces of information." Mycroft for the first time in his life was unsure of the truth of his statement.
"You did not insult me, so I will not insult you. With a mind like yours, you did or should have known what I could do. He's just one annoying little brother, isn't that what he is to you? I'll even treat him well. Maybe well…ish is more accurate."
There was a pause.
"It's a big decision so I'll give you time to think about it. Sorry, your imagination will have to provide your own interim music," Moriarty said mockingly.
Mycroft text a message to Anthea. His mind wandered as he waited for a reply. Why had he talked to Moriarty about Sherlock? He had told himself it was to protect a nation, to get a potentially deadly computer code that turned out to be the hoax of the century. He told himself that Sherlock could not possibly be harmed by the useless information that he gave Moriarty, but was that completely honest?
Mycroft frowned.
Was it at least in part revenge? He tried to dismiss the thought as ridiculous but could not.
If Mycroft was not so insulted by the thought, he would have said that his actions were childish. Sherlock had matured in the past year but back then, Sherlock went about doing as he pleased without thinking of the consequences.
He had just broken into a secret facility at Baskerville and cause consequences that took almost a month to get the mess in hand and would not even so much as apologize. While Mycroft had to run around England and several other countries trying to get rid of any repercussions.
He did have to admit that his brother also caught a killer and exposed corruption. If his brother had just come to him, he could have gotten access the correct way and everyone would have been happy.
Still, if he knew what Moriarty was planning, he would not have done it. He anticipated a little light humiliation for his very private brother, nothing more. At the time he had to admit that he even thought it amusing. Perhaps the truth was he was too angry to consider the possibility of any other consequences. But, he paid dearly.
It was the biggest mistake of his life. More than half a year thinking that his little brother was not just dead, but had taken his life or been forced to take it. All a result of his actions was the worse private hell that anyone could have thought, or dreamt up for him.
Moriarty's voice pulled him out of his thoughts.
"I need an answer," Moriarty said.
Mycroft scoffed. "You want an answer, alright. Yes, he's annoying. You forgot arrogant, irritating, brilliant, loyal and clever as hell. He is my annoying little brother and I'm not giving him up. I will give my last breath; I'll follow you to the gates of hell to assure that he is safe and rid of you. Answer enough for you?" Mycroft said with a practiced calm while barely containing his anger.
There was another pause as Moriarty processed his answer.
"My, you two are fun aren't you? You've chosen to continue the game."
"A piece has been moved in our mental game of chess. Do you know where your knight is positioned Mr. Holmes?"
"By the way, do you know where Sherlock is? Safe-house is a word that seems to contradict itself, don't you think. Can any house every truly be safe? Just thinking out loud."
"I'll have my men to enable your agent's phone so that you can recover their bodies. Bring a few small bags, My men got a little carried away I'm afraid."
"Adieu Holmes," Moriarty said sweetly.