Sherlock story

Forgotten Memories, Chapter 52

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.

*************Warning: Chapter is M because of a not nice man.********************

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.

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Love and tea, Zacha

*************Warning: Chapter is M because of a not nice man.********************

"The devil's agents may be of flesh and blood, may they not?"~ Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

Current Day

Current Time

"Sebastian," Holmes said coolly as he attempted to remove all traces of weakness from his voice and face.

The man moved from the dimmer lit forest to the more lit area closer to the road. This did not help. Sebastian even in the brighter light seemed to be encased in darkness.

"What will it be, an accidental bullet in the back, or take me somewhere private for a little more fun before you tell my brother Jim of my unfortunate death." Benedict looked closely at Sebastian for a reaction.

Sebastian snorted as he walked up to him in his suit. Even in the heat, he wore it. His only concession was to unbutton it, and he now buttoned it with one hand easily as he aimed the gun with the other.

Holmes realized several things at that moment. He also had one thing confirmed. "Not brother dearest," Benedict commented.

Sebastian's smile widened.

"Explains a lot," Benedict said. He was more off centered at the confirmation but strangely comforted at the same time. The maniac was not his brother. He felt like John was his brother except for several genetic differences that could not be explained away by saying, 'Mum's DNA is dominate in me and Father's in you.'

The twinge of a headache that Benedict felt earlier was becoming slightly worse. He ignored it.

"Some sort of mind manipulation enhanced by drugs, with memory implanted. Must be experimental but I was at least partially able to fight it." Benedict's mind even now was not able to resist working out the puzzle before him.

Benedict looked unseeing. "You, not Moriarty, ordered that soldier to attack me. He wants me alive and relatively unharmed. If any harm is done to me he would like to do it personally. He doesn't know what you doing." Benedict now locked eyes with him.

Sebastian for the first time looked impressed. He saw a glimpse of why Moriarty was so impressed with Sherlock Holmes.

"Worked it all out did you? Very impressive for a man recovering from so much mental and shall we say, physical trauma." Sebastian smirked.

Holmes said nothing but glared.

Sebastian knew that he shouldn't, but he had already done several things he should not have done. "Do you really think such a great man such as Moriarty is on the same level with you…"

Benedict's chuckle interrupted Sebastian's great speech. He imagined giving the speech before he shot Holmes with his smaller pistol. With the silencer on, of course. His rifle hung around his shoulder by its strap.

Sebastian frowned.

"Tell me, if one puts a monkey in a suit, is he still a monkey or now a man? You'll never be Moriarty even if you dress like him. You did not even have the courage to take care of me yourself; you had to have someone else do it." Sherlock looked pointedly down at his lower body then up again. He then locked eyes with him. "Couldn't get it up?" He pause to show his contempt for the man.

"You're delusional. Jim will never love, appreciate, or even need you. You're just his well-dressed monkey. You disgust me." Sebastian face had turned red, his hands shook from anger.

"I know that you are helpless without you little gun, so get on with it. Shoot me if you must but do shut up. You bore me." Sherlock turned away from Sebastian now. He managed to look both disgusted and condescending. He did not see when he put his gun away and the look of pure malice that crossed his face.

He felt Sebastian's body before he saw it. Benedict grunted as the killer slammed him to the tree as he pressed his full length against him. Both of Sebastian's arms came up to pin him to the tree."Still have a mouth on you? I see that you have not yet learned proper humility. A more thorough repeat tutorial is in order I see."

Holmes had his eyes closed tight. His head was turned to the side. He had no choice because Sebastian was so close that his head physically blocked Benedict from turning his head forward. His discomfort only heightened Sebastian's excitement. He pressed himself into Benedict again and said, "As you can see, I am able to get it up, as you put it."

He waited a second for everything to sink in. "Now get on the ground and open your eyes, I want you to see and hear and feel everything."

Benedict opened his eyes and smiled as he said, "Don't think so." Sebastian blinked rapidly and frowned.

"Imbecile," Benedict added as Sebastian opened his mouth then closed it without saying a word. He now realized his stupidity and that he was tricked. "Drop your rifle, slowly." Benedict added.

The killer did drop it slowly. He looked down confused. Benedict had HIS gun pointed at his side. He looked back up more confused.

"Personal space," Benedict said as his face darkened.

Sebastian frowned as he backed up a few yards. He thought of his options. The man after all wasn't a killer. He tensed his body. The man before him was weaken and hurt. He considered rushing him and trying to overpower him.

Sebastian felt the blood run down the side of his face. He put his hand to his cheek. Holmes had both hands outstretched and on the recently fired gun.

"Oops...That was a bad idea," Benedict said. "Yes, I am weakened. Therefore, I suggest that you stay still. The next shot will not be a flesh wound to your cheek."

Sebastian followed as Holmes lowered his arm. Benedict now aimed at his chest.

Benedict said. "Get on the ground and handcuff yourself. Don't bother with deceit by saying that you don't have any. I suggest you hurry, I've become quite irritable."

Benedict heard men moving in the forest near by. He was already too late but had to try. He was unsure if they were there to rescue or to kidnap him again, but anything had to be better than this maniac. Sebastian quickly complied now unsure of what Holmes would and would not do.

He wondered frowning as he clicked the handcuff on his own hands, how this man could have gotten the better of him. Holmes broke the rifle and took off running with the gun.

Holmes evaded everyone for a few minutes until he saw four soldiers. One spotted him and shouted. He turned to run in the opposite direction but was surrounded by soldiers.

A few minutes later and there were more bruises on him. There were also bruised bodies, bloody noses, and bruised faces on several tired and irritated soldiers. Benedict was roughly dragged to his feet as he tried to catch his breath.

The General walked up to him curiously and frowned as Sebastian walked up as well.

The general raised his eyebrows, as he looked Sebastian up and down. Sebastian tried to maintain as much dignity as possible. Several persons looked at him then at Holmes warily.

"Thank you General Baroon. I will take over from here." He went to take Holmes as he pulled hard on his handcuffed hand. Benedict grimaced but refused to vocalize the pain he felt from the action. Benedict refused to be intimidated and glared at him.

The General looked intently at Sebastian and frowned. Sebastian whispered to Benedict so that no one else could hear. Benedict's body stiffened but he said nothing. Holmes did however look away from Sebastian now. They walked away. Something bothered Baroon.

He saw murderous intent on Sebastian's face. He should know. It had been on his own face enough times. If anything happened to Holmes… He could not finish the thought as he thought of his pregnant wife. She did not tell him yet but he knew.

Baroon's voice stopped him, "I'll take him. We have a tight schedule and must transport him quickly."

"I will take him, I insist." Baroon said. Baroon's men suddenly materialized and blocked his way.

"Do you know who I am?" Sebastian asked dangerously.

"Fully aware." The General said with false humility. "Maybe it is my mistake." He took out his phone. "I'll call Mr. Moriarty and ask for direction. You can explain the delay and why you did not immediately inform us when you had Holmes. I must have confused his orders. I'll simply explain the details. As I see them of course." The General's men hands had found their way to their guns now.

Sebastian put a false smile on his face. "I am sure that your transport is faster than mine." He handed a very quiet Holmes over to the General. Holmes was looking and taking in the scene before him.

When Sebastian became quiet, the general nodded. His men moved rapidly. They quickly moved Holmes to the car.

"Hurry they have taken back the house and some of the woods. Directly to the airport. No Stopping." They were about to put him in the back seat of the nondescript car but the General's voice stopped them. Sebastian walked up to the car they were going to put him into and leaned on it as he watched the scene unfold.

Two of Moriarty's men arrived now and walked up to Sebastian. The General said. "We'll take it from here."

Sebastian nodded knowing that he had been dismissed and walked away. Baroon's voice floated over his shoulder as he moved away and stopped him. "We found this gun on Mr. Holmes; I believe that it might belong to you. Do try to hold on to it this time."

Sebastian's body stiffened. He nodded with his head and one of his men ran and got the gun without Sebastian turning around. The general looked amused as they disappeared down the road.

The general smiled. His men prepared to leave. "Not in the backseat you idiots. From what I've seen, he might throw one or two of you out the window. The trunk of the car."

"Yes, General." His men said immediately with respect. The boot of the car was opened and Holmes was gracelessly dumped in it. A moment later a cloth was put over his mouth and the struggling man struggles quieted then finally stopped. The car immediately started to drive at top speed. They sped off down the road and vanished in a cloud of dust moments later.

The General waited for a while. He would not go with his men despite what Moriarty said. He was General Baroon. He lit his cigar now. One of his men opened the door to his Land Rover as he stiffly got in the back seat. He ordered his driver to start driving and to go to his other property. He had no wish to share any space with Moriarty again. He took out his mobile and called his wife. "Hello dear…"

Sebastian thought about what to do. He had made a critical error. Holmes knew too much. He sighed.

He might as well take credit.

He made a phone call. "Mr. Moriarty, they are on their way," he smiled at how pleased Jim was. He could not help but smile. "Sir what I suggested earlier. I suggest again that it is carried out."

He smiled. "Yes Sir."

He disconnected the call. "Did you do as I asked?" He asked one of the men in the vehicle.

"Yes Sir," one of the two men in the car said. He could ask or say anything in front of these two men. He considered them more his men that Moriarty's and that was alright because everything that he did, he did for Jim anyway.

Always, all for Jim.

Mrs. Baroon was talking to her husband as she walked away from her sister and guards to have a little privacy. "Your voice is going in and out. Where are you now?" She smiled as he answered. She was glad that he was having a nice relaxing drive in the country area.

"Did you really say that you were retiring?" She breathed a sigh of relief. She did not say anything but his job was dangerous. With their baby on the way, she was glad for a new life. She hesitated and bit her lips. This is not how she imagined telling him but there was no telling when she would see him.

She took a deep breath. Now was a good time before he started to speak again.

"There's something that I have to tell you," she started, her smile dropped. "Hello…Hello?" Mrs. Baroon sighed more dramatically. She was not able to reach him again. She would try again later.

Her sister walked into the kitchen. "Didn't tell him?"

"Disconnected, he is in the countryside." She said.

"There's time later," her sister said as she playfully and gently hit her with her hips.

"Sorry," her sister said more playfully to the stomach of her sister, as though the unborn child could hear.

"Idiot," Mrs. Baroon said although she could not help the smile. Her sister took her arm and chuckled. As she led her back to the group arm-in-arm.

Sebastian picked up the phone. As he casually pushed a button. He started to hum to himself. "Yes, it's me. What we discussed earlier. How close are you?" Sebastian picked up a pocket size electronic map. "Yes, activate it. I put it on the car. Follow it. I am sure that you know what to do."

Sebastian's legs bounced up and down happily, as his body suddenly leaned left, as the car had a sharp right swerve to avoid an obstacle in the road.

He borrowed the rear view mirror and tilted it so that he could look to the rear as they drove. He admired the fireball they just passed.

An exploded Land Rover burned at the side of the road.

Sebastian always did love a good bang, although he thought that the fire was lovely too.

Current Day

Later

Later that day, Baroon's most trusted men received a call. He smiled at the sisters as he answered. He listened as his smile left his face. He looked at Mrs. Baroon with the mobile still in his hand. The laughing women never noticed his face.

A/N: More later this weekend. Um...Unless I collapse now and go in a corner to rock back and forth.

Love, Zacha :)