Sherlock story
Forgotten Memories, Chapter 48
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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**Warning. References to abuse including child abuse. Because of that temporarily M
"Toughness is in the soul and spirit, not in muscles."Alex Karras
Current Day
Earlier
Mycroft picked up his mobile and called John directly, it would be minutes before John called him if he did not.
The phone was answered immediately. "What the hell happened?" John asked right away.
Mycroft expected such an emotional outburst. "John calm down and I will explain everything."
"Me calm is not going to happen Mycroft so don't let that stop you." John said with irritation.
Mycroft sighed as he started. "One of the soldiers in the original escort for Sherlock was a traitor, one of Moriarty's plants. When Sherlock was deteriorating from his flashback, he apparently somehow killed one soldier and was killed by another soldier during an attempted sexual assault."
"Sexual assault," John said shakily.
"No John, I said attempted. Nothing happened; a soldier shot the traitor before anything… unpleasant could take place.
"So, Sherlock is unharmed?" John asked cautiously.
"Not entirely, he was bruised severely in the abdomen and one side. He was apparently struck and kicked a few times. Nevertheless, it is nothing that he will not recover from in a week. He is currently unconscious. It's unclear if his unconsciousness was a result of a hit in the head or if it is from the flashbacks." Mycroft finished.
John was silent for a moment.
"I'll like to shake the soldier's hand for rescuing Sherlock." John sighed relieved.
"Not possible, he was taken to a hospital across the border because of his head injuries.
"Will he be OK?" John wondered.
"It's unclear right now, but it looks favorable." Mycroft said.
"I don't think the attack was directed by Moriarty. If he wanted Sherlock assaulted, he would have done it himself. He has a sick fascination with him." John was growing more concern about Sherlock's immediate safety.
"Agreed, someone is acting alone or against Moriarty's orders. Interesting. Moriarty is having trouble at home." Mycroft's mind started to work.
"Bloody hell, I know who it is. Sebastian someone, I don't know his last name. He is as obsessed with Moriarty as Moriarty is with Sherlock. I think he's actually… jealous."
"Sebastian Moran, second in command under Moriarty." Mycroft commented.
"John be careful. Even with Moriarty, some of his patterns are predictable. If this man is driven by emotions with above average intelligence besides, he might be more unpredictable. Sherlock might not be the only one that he is obsessed with. He would consider you his equal and feel it necessary to face you as well." Mycroft warned.
"Don't worry Mycroft, I'll be careful," John said quickly.
"I never said that I was worried," Mycroft said distastefully.
"Yes, you are, but you and your brother are both emotionally constipated so would never admit that fact." John said slightly out of breath as if he was changing positions.
Mycroft raised his eyebrows and said nothing.
John was undeterred."I am not emotionally constipated so I'll admit that I am worried about you, so please be careful Mycroft."
"Yes," Mycroft said still thinking about John's comment.
"I'll call later," John disconnected the line.
Mycroft stared at the mobile. Perhaps he was concerned about John but he would never say it out loud. It was undignified. Mycroft hoped that they all made it out of this event alive and unharmed. Mycroft pulled out his laptop as his mind returned to Sherlock.
Current Day
Current Time
He looked at the heavy high bush and a receding forest line. John looked at his watch. They were almost to the safe-house. He wondered how Sherlock was. Mycroft called John earlier and updated him on everything that was going on.
It was cooler now that they entered an area where there were trees. John's mobile rang. It must be Mycroft, he thought. Myer's phone was usually the one to ring. "Yes Mycroft?" John answered.
"Hello, Doctor John Watson?" An unfamiliar voice asked.
"Yes," John answered breathlessly.
"This is Doctor Yemeni, I am at the safe-house that I understand that you are on your way to. This concerns a Holmes that I have been administering medical care to as you instructed."
"Get on with it." John knew he sounded irritable but the normally polite man did not care.
"Mr. Holmes seems to have just come out of some sort of flashback and is now conscious. He is quite irritable and not in the most trusting mood. The first course of drugs seemed to have worked. He is clear minded. He has no headaches. He is still in some pain from the attack but the pain medications seem to be working. He has pulled out his IV and refuses to have anyone come near him." There was a slight pause. "Also, his strength has definitely returned." Doctor Yemeni said grimly.
"How do you know his strength has returned? Have he told you this?" John asked confused.
"We were simply trying to clean him up and change his clothes. He woke out of his flashback fighting. He punched two men down and threw a third across a table. Like I said, he is slightly irritable."
John frowned for a moment as he processed what was said to him. Suddenly he laughed out loud with relief. "Perhaps I'd better talk to him."
"Thank you Sir," Doctor Yemeni said with relief.
John heard the muffled conversations between Sherlock and Doctor Yemeni.
Mr. Holmes a Doctor John Watson would like to speak to you. - Doctor Yemeni's Voice
Stay the hell away! Slide the phone on the table! -Sherlock's Voice
John heard a sliding noise then a rustling noise.
"I don't trust them," was Sherlock's first words.
"I see." John paused briefly. "Getting exercise by throwing bodies across tables?"
"Some." Sherlock said while grunting from the pain.
"How close are you?" Sherlock asked immediately.
"Forty minutes or less, I'm almost there." John added. "If you feel threatened fell free to beat anyone who threatens you up. But, for peace sake, don't shoot anyone. You can change your trousers but keep your shirt on and keep your phone on you." John paused again. "I did tell you not to shoot anyone didn't I?"
"No promises," Sherlock said.
"Hurry." Sherlock added.
"Yes." John said simply. Sherlock disconnected.
John for the first time noticed that there were other people in the car.
"Pull over," John said with all the military authority he had in him. He transformed into John the soldier again.
The other agents looked at Myers for permission. She nodded as she pulled out her mobile and spoke to the other two vehicles. They pulled to the side of the dirt road as gravel mixed with dirt flew from under the tires of the jeeps.
John got out wordlessly and walked over to the driver's seat. "I'm driving," he said."We need to hurry,"
Myers nodded again and the drivers got out and switched places. John got into the driver's seat. John and Mary were now in the front seat not back. "You might want to put on your seatbelts Mary and everyone."
She barely clicked her seatbelt shut when the jeep screeched onto the road and flew down the path in a cloud of dust with two jeeps following as their drivers tried to catch up.
Fifteen minutes into the ride.
Myers ended her mobile call and looked at John. "John; agents and soldiers from both sides are heading in one direction, that safe-house."
John just nodded as he looked straight ahead. As three jeeps disappeared in a cloud of dust down a dirt road.
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