Sherlock story
Forgotten Memories, Chapter 58
RAT. WEDDING. BOW. These are the clues for the next series of Sherlock, Series #3. Full interview on You tube. In addition, Parade's End if you need a Benedict fix. Also on YouTube or BBC 2.
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"Fear cannot take what you do not give it." ~Christopher Coan
Mycroft felt him coming before he saw him out of the corner of his eyes. "Is he still sleeping?"
"Yes," John put his hands on the rail and looked at the water. "He woke briefly but seemed to be in pain so I gave him something for it. He fell asleep almost immediately."
John stared straight ahead.
Mycroft put his mobile up and looked at John frowning. Mycroft asked wordlessly. They had started to be able to tell when something was bothering the other after over five weeks in each other's almost constant presence.
"Do we know exactly what happened to him yet?" John asked as he looked in Mycroft's eyes.
"John you know everything that I do." Mycroft did not need to deduce to know that John had something on his mind that he was not sure if he should say.
"I'm listening," Mycroft said simply.
"I bandaged him best I could until we get to a safer location. A few cuts, facial bruises, split lip. There is a lump on the back of his head. I really should keep him awake for twenty-four hours but I did not have the heart. His two ribs appear to be bruised severely or cracked. I will need to examine him further when we are safe. He is bruised quite heavily especially on his torso and thighs. His pulse, blood pressure, and respiration are a little slow. In this type of situation I would expect them to be elevated so he was at some point drugged."
"He has been injured before. You both have been. John, your face is bruised and your lip is split as well. You know that even though he does not scar easily, he is quite fair-skinned and does bruise. What's really troubling you John?" Mycroft mind already came up with an answer but he wanted John to say it.
"I'm sure that you're right." John said nothing for a minute. "Of course," John started cautiously, "There was some dried blood." He paused again, "He's very sore, and in a lot of pain." He took a breath before finishing. "Some of the bruises looked suspiciously like hand-prints."
Mycroft was silent for a moment. "It's nothing John. He was fighting for his life for almost a day. I'm sure that involved wrestling and fighting. It's nothing." Mycroft decided.
"Are you sure that you are not feeling guilty for sending him ahead of you?" Mycroft asked.
"Yes… Yes I am," John admitted immediately as he now looked at the water.
Mycroft thought for a moment. John and his brother were so connected that he believed despite the illogicality of it, that if one were cut, the other would bleed. He had never witnessed a stronger connection or love that two people had for the other.
If he was anyone other than Mycroft Holmes, and gave into such emotional nonsense, he would say that he was once jealous of it. Now, he understood. He was starting to feel a connection to John as well. He was almost becoming like a little brother, as well as he was like another big brother to Sherlock.
He almost felt like he had two brothers now. Of course, he would never say these things out loud, that would be unthinkable and he did have a reputation to think of.
Finally, Mycroft spoke.
"John, if you did not stay back and go into the lab. We would not have been able to analyze what they gave him. We would not have known the appropriate treatment in time. We would have been able to save his body, but his mind would have been gone. Could you really imagine that brilliant mind of his trapped permanently in his body, as that body waste away as well?"
Mycroft felt an urge to do something he normally would never do. He shook his head slightly at himself before sighing. He then put his hand on John's shoulder. John turned from the water and looked at Mycroft's hand in surprise then looked at Mycroft. He had John's full attention.
"You saved him John, thank you." Mycroft let his mask slip for a moment and allowed John to see the sincerity there. "Don't worry he's fine or will be in a week. More exact he'll sleep the first day. Be up in two days and slightly bored. Very bored by the third and driving everyone to madness the remaining four days."
John actually let out a chuckle. As his hand came up and rested on Mycroft's hand for a few seconds. He nodded and walked away. Mycroft watched him go. He noticed John slow then stop.
"Thank you Mycroft," John turned his head only. He then nodded to Mycroft, as he looked him in the eyes. He then turned around and started to walk away again.
Anthea was walking from the other side of the boat as she came close to Mycroft. She finished texting on her phone and with a hesitation put it in her pocket. She was still in her blue jeans Mycroft noticed. Mycroft after hearing that Sherlock was stable, immediately changed into his three piece suit.
"Kitty." Mycroft said as he stared ahead at the water.
Katithra raised an eyebrow. She was always surprised the few times when Mycroft called her by her real name. Very few knew what it was, even the other agents called her Anthea.
"Sir," She said.
She had a smile on her face. She heard the last part of the exchange between Doctor Watson and Mycroft. She had never noticed her boss to interact with anyone the way that he did with The Doctor. Doctor Watson also seemed to be the only one who the Holmes brothers allowed to handle them. No one was fooled. Both of the Holmes could only be handled if they wanted to be.
"Everything seems to be going well so far, Sir." She knew she did not need to say that. They could almost read each others mind after all the years they were together.
He said nothing for a moment. "You should be resting Kitty. We have a big day tomorrow."
Two Kittys in a row, She noticed. That had never happened before. "Shouldn't you be resting as well, Sir?" Anthea asked looking at him.
"I never sleep, is not that the rumor?" Mycroft asked with a slight smile.
"That was last month, Sir" Anthea had a serious contemplative look on her face. "This month's gossip is that a set of secret government experiments gave you the ability to read minds."
Mycroft looked at her in disbelief for a moment before he chuckled.
Anthea smiled. "That mind of yours, the way you read people. It does give fire to the rumors Sir."
They both smiled now. They also looked at each other a little longer than was necessary.
"I've better get to bed Sir. Thomas wanted to stand guard." Anthea said. She turned and smiled to herself when her back was to him. She walked away.
Mycroft looked at her go. More exact. He looked at her go in her blue jeans. He had only ever seen her in dresses and skirts. He raised his eyebrows as he watched her go. Blue jeans suited her he decided. He told himself that that was the reason that he looked at her walk away. He was having a logical debate over blue jeans verses skirts.
He did admit, but only to himself, that it was a most enjoyable logical debate.
The relief analyst, Peter, looked around as he observed everyone walking. He pulled out a small electrical device. Sweat came to his upper lip and the back of his neck. He glanced around one last time as he prepared to push it.
Mycroft prepared to go down to the lower level when his phone rang. He first frowned. He then raised an eyebrow. Last, he sighed as he put his left hand to his eyebrows and squeezed them together
"Put her on," Mycroft said in a long-suffering voice.
"Miss Adler, Feeling better I see."
"Quite," Adler said. Mycroft frowned slightly. Her voice still had all its fire but there was a physical weakness to it that could not be ignored.
"The airplane is trying to take off Ms. Adler. Don't you think that it is in your best interest to allow it to do so without … disruption?" Mycroft tried to reason.
"No one is answering my questions here. Where is Sherlock? He needs medical care as well. Before you say it. No. I am not leaving without him!" She tried to put her normal authority in her voice but it failed.
"There were… Complications. We should be there shortly." He paused, "I can assure you that everything is fine. So if you would allow the crew to evacuate you, all will be well." Mycroft already knew her answer; she was a stubborn as his brother.
She did not say a word. Mycroft could almost sense her folding her arms defiantly.
"We will be there shortly Ms. Adler." Mycroft finally said. If Sherlock found out that he forced her against her will, he would not be happy.
"I'll be waiting," She said weakly. She somehow was still able to project the right amount of sweetness in her voice.
"Of course," Mycroft said as he ended the call.
His brother had few friends, but those he did have, had a fierce loyalty to him. He sighed and looked to the east as he noticed the sun rising. They were almost to the coast now.
"We'll be home soon little brother." He whispered as the wind cared his words out to sea.
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