Sherlock story
Forgotten Memories, Chapter 51
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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Notes, 3.2 Kilometers is about 2 miles.
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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"Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear – not absence of fear." ~ Mark Twain
Current Day
Current Time
The two ran through the forest slower than Holmes would have normally ran. However, both the agent and Holmes were physically exhausted. Holmes was also a little off centered and slipped once as the agent helped him up. He almost slipped a second time. They both gasped for air as they leaned on a tree for a second to catch their breath. The agent took a few seconds to enter some numbers in his mobile phone and hit send.
Three point two kilometers due-west Sir. A transport will meet us there soon. Our men are here and also a Doctor Wat…"
The whizzing sound of a bullet shot interrupted his speech. The agent looked puzzled into Holmes eyes and only looked down on himself when he saw the look of shock on Holmes' face. Holmes was looking at his chest. The agent looked down as blood spread on his shirt. It was as if seeing it made it real and the pain. The pain hit the agent like a brick wall. He found himself being lowered to the ground by Holmes.
"R…" The agent was trying to say something but his lips were quickly becoming uncooperative. Holmes lowered his ear to the agent's lips and listened. The agent locked glassy eyes with Holmes. Each man saw his own fear mirrored in the eyes of the other but for different reasons.
Sniper, Benedict thought distractedly.
Two eyes shifted briefly to the agent's chest then left hand. He did not realize that he had taken it. He squeezed it reassuringly. His eyes now traveled back to the agent's eyes as he listened.
"R…Run." The agent took his last strength and squeezed Benedict's hands.
A second later, his hand lost its grip on Benedict as the agent's eyes and body stilled. Benedict started to shake slightly as he frowned.
What was all this for?
What made him so special that so much death was occurring because of him?
Maybe he should just lie down or… he glanced at the agent's gun and quickly glanced away. He purposely did not look at it again.
Despair came down and caressed him as it asked for permission to swallow him up. Ben closed his eyes.
Collins and the other injured agents were being cared for and evacuated according to the severity of the injuries.
John and Thomas finally put up their guns as the house was flooded and overrun with agents. Captain Magoro was taking back the outside perimeter and the woods. Myers was coordinating and organizing care of their wounded and prisoner transport.
"Over here," a voice sounded.
John and Thomas ran to the room where a secret passageway was revealed because a false wall was pushed back. One Agent was dead in the passageway. They followed it outside. Another agent was lying just outside another false wall that open up to the garden. He was on the ground.
John frowned as he bent down to feel his pulse.
"Over here," John called loudly.
An agent came over and knelt down. "Apply pressure, don't stop no matter what, a medic is coming." Further to the edge of the woods, John noticed Thomas and another agent standing by another wounded agent and jogged over.
Thomas knelt next to Agent Santos. He was in the middle of a conversation with Agent Thomas.
"…They should be…, be almost half way…through by now." Santos was losing energy quickly.
John shook his head 'no' to Thomas after he did a quick examination. Thomas nodded slightly to show his understanding. He spoke to the agent next to him. "Stay with him a medic is on his way." A brief random round of gunfire started and stopped a moment later.
Thomas put his hand briefly on Santos shoulder and squeezed. Thomas grimaced as he suddenly stood. He and John ran in the direction that Santos indicated when Thomas' voice stopped him. "No John, the woods is not the fastest way. There is a side road that can lead to the other side of those woods."
Santos looked beyond the agent that was kneeling next to him. The agent looked up from Santos and saw a medic running toward them with a bag. The agent was relieved, Santos did not look good. Santos said something. The agent did not hear.
"What?" He asked.
Santos took a breath. "S…Sorry," The rest of his breath left his body. None entered again. His eye stared opened and unseeing.
He stepped aside as the medic started CPR. Everyone knew that it would not do any good. The agent briefly wondered something as the medic shook his head and stopped the attempt to resuscitate.
Who?
Who was Santos trying to say sorry to?
All of the remaining soldiers fled.
John followed Thomas as they ran for the jeeps and cars. Thomas called other agents to follow. John pulled out his phone as he ran. One person was on his mind.
Sherlock.
"You must be at the end of your rope. I felt a tug." ~Author Unknown
Current Day
Current Time
Benedict's phone vibrated. He looked at the agent then at the trees. It vibrated again. He dazedly picked it up.
"Yes," he said quietly.
"Where the hell are you? We're in the house now. Never mind, we see where you are." There was a one-second pause. John sounded a little breathy as if he was moving quickly.
"Get the hell up and go." Before Benedict could ask how John knew, John answered his unasked question.
"I could hear it in your voice. Don't you bloody give up. Due west, three point two kilometers. Get the bloody hell up, I mean at this moment, and don't you dare get yourself killed you git. Now, move your arse!" John's voice was raw with emotions.
"I wouldn't dream of incurring your wrath," Holmes replied with a chuckle as he blinked back embarrassing tears that threatened to slip down. After a last glance at the agent, he was already walking. He soon broke into a run.
His words now were more breathy because he was running. "Hurry, I'm getting tired."
John knew he did not just mean physically.
"I know you are but no matter what don't you dare give up, I'm almost there. Promise me." John was waiting for an answer.
"Agreed," Holmes said before reluctantly hanging up.
Sounds he had somehow blocked out suddenly came back in increased volume. He involuntarily flinched as he now realized how close the bullets were. He now also heard distant footsteps as it crouched against the forest floor. Holmes ignored all pain as the words of the agent rang in his ears.
"Run."
So, Holmes did what he does best; he ran until he distanced himself away from the sounds of the shouting, until he came to a dirt road close to the house.
Current Day
A Short Time Later
He was by the road now and some vehicles were coming in the distance. He ran along the perimeter of the woods. The terrain was becoming more challenging as he ran toward the vehicles.
He stopped suddenly unsure why at first. He decided to trust his instincts. That is what John had said. He wondered if the vehicles had spotted him for the brief period where the terrain forced him on the road before he pulled himself back in the woods.
The pain medication was starting to wear off. It was getting more difficult to ignore the protest of his painful and sore body.
Two way shooting seemed to be coming from the forest now. The battle had spread to the woods but luckily, it was at a distance. Holmes frowned the closer it got.
He looked down the distance and now could guess what the vehicles were. They appeared to be a Land Rover, a nondescript automobile and several jeeps following close behind.
Benedict decided to run deeper in the woods but enough so that they would pass him down that road to shorten the time that John could get him. He would run toward John.
He started to do that when a close click from his side and a gentle "Stop." Command came. Normally Benedict might have taken his chances and kept running, but the knowledge of who the voice belonged to stopped him. He had accidentally run right into the man.