Sherlock Story
Forgotten Memories, Chapter 111
A disclaimer: Sherlock belongs to BBC along with the talented writers Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss; along with the 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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"Good chess strategy suggests you make your first move with the pawn in front of either your King or Queen…"
… King or Queen Part IV…
"Almost on and off in echoes
Time is passing so slow
Dragging me deep.
I don't fear anything in this place we're in.
Will tomorrow bring all into light?"
When You Are Near - Carolina Liar
Current Day
Current Time
Sally had become mostly quiet. Occasionally, Holmes would ask a question to make sure that she was awake. Holmes was growing annoying. It was too dark to see a hand in front of the face, yet, he always seemed to know when her eyes were closing. To keep her awake, he would recall the details of some grisly case that he knew that she'd rather forget. He would threaten to keep talking until she opened her eyes, and kept her eyes open.
Sally's eyes were growing heavy again.
"Donovan," Sherlock whispered.
She blinked her eyes open. "I'm awake," She started to whisper back. She inhaled sharply. She winced at the pain that the action caused, then stilled suddenly.
The voices, they had returned, along with the sounds of running and shouting. Two sets of voices were shouting against each other. More footsteps joined now with light. The illumination from the torches flickered in shafts of light around the edges of the cover.
Sally felt Holmes chest as it rose and fell in quick rhythm. She felt his arm stiffen above their heads as he took aim with the gun pointed at the cover. His arm still shook from fatigue. Sally stiffened her lip and prepared.
Suddenly, one voice was louder than the rest. It had authority behind it that could not be ignored. John Watson's voice came closer. The voice of Detective Inspector Lestrade joined them. The scraping sounds returned, as the items that were stacked in front of the entrance to the old sewer hole, were rapidly disappearing. The sudden assault of light after complete darkness overwhelmed their senses, and caused both Donovan and Holmes to snap their eyes closed.
The was a flurry of activities as hands were suddenly on both bodies. Sherlock felt cold hands on the side of his neck feeling for a pulse. Words were spoken, some giving direction, and some were words of comfort.
"… Let go of the gun… Are you hurt… I've got you Sherlock…" John's voice drifted into Sherlock's ears.
"Taking a nap?" John asked with a forced smile.
"I was not napping, John," Sherlock said with a raspy voice. John's smile became real.
Sherlock now ventured to open his eyes, he saw John's face above his. Seeing John's face seem to drain away all the tension, and stress that he now realized that he was carrying. Holmes was upright. His arm was over John's shoulder. He was leaning heavily on Watson as he walked.
Two trolleys were being rolled up to them.
Sherlock turned as he tried to locate Donovan. "Donovan's hurt… abdomen… lower left side."
Donovan was lifted to a trolley and wheeled toward the ambulance. "Wait," She said with as much authority as her weakened body could muster.
Sherlock looked at her curiously. His eyes shifted to his hand. He looked puzzled at his hands that she now held onto weakly. He then looked back into Sally's eyes. Neither said a word. There was no need. Several officers including John, and Lestrade looked at the scene in disbelief.
"Sir, we have to go," a paramedic said.
Sherlock nodded and squeezed Donovan's hands. He watched as they wheeled her away.
Lestrade walked up to Sherlock as well as a paramedic with a trolley. Both men looked at the battered looking Consultant. Both men prepared for a fight. Sherlock had a faraway distracted look on his face. John and Lestrade looked strangely at Sherlock. John raised an eyebrow at Lestrade; it was his turn. Lestrade put his battle face on as he walked the few steps to Sherlock.
Lestrade took the preemptive strike. "There is a nice trolley here. We'll help you onto the lovely trolley. And look, here's a nice warm blanket." Lestrade carefully put the orange shock blanket over Sherlock's shoulders. "All cozy and snug." Lestrade pat the younger man's shoulder once.
Sherlock seemed to suddenly notice the blanket. His nose wrinkled. He opened his mouth to say something then looked at both men and closed his mouth with a pout. John looked at Lestrade impressed.
The emergency workers seemed to grow impatient.
Lestrade looked at the trolley now hopeful. "Sherlock…"
"No…" It was getting harder to speak for Holmes, "Back to the flat." Sherlock said with an increasingly raspy voice.
"Now Sherlock, be reasonable." Lestrade said.
John interrupted him. "Lestrade, hold him up." Lestrade frowned, but put his shoulder under Sherlock as he lifted him up. Sherlock swayed again and blinked heavily.
"Sherlock what's wrong with your voice. And would you please sit down before you fall on your arse." John raised his hand to Sherlock's neck feeling it.
The Consultant inhaled loudly and winced before he schooled his features and made his face blank. John noticed his friends attempt at hiding an injury. He just was not sure why Sherlock would try to do it now.
Without asking, John unwrapped the scarf around Sherlock's neck faster than Sherlock's hand could come up to stop him.
Both men stared wordlessly at Sherlock's neck.
"Bloody hell," Lestrade exhaled.
John said nothing. He instead looked into Sherlock's eyes. Sherlock avoided John's eyes for a moment and looked beyond him. Seconds later, Sherlock closed his eyes and opened them as he leaned heavily on Lestrade.
Sherlock now looked into John's eyes; neither man said anything for a moment. Sherlock opened his mouth and whispered weakly. "I think I'll close my eyes now John."
As the world faded away, he heard four little words, "I've got you Sherlock."
Mycroft closed his eyes for a few seconds. No one noticed the break in Mycroft stoic exterior, but Anthea, and she pretended not to. Holmes had put down his mobile as he gracefully sat down and clicked his seatbelt closed. Anthea, and several agents sat close by as the preparations for the airplane to take off were made. Mycroft quietly looked around before noticing Anthea's rare smile. They were quiet for a few minutes then spoke.
"We lift off in fifteen minutes. Your appointment with the secretary of state for the US is in eight hours and fifteen minutes. Several reports are in, and we need your approval on three documents."
Mycroft was suddenly all business as he and Anthea discussed the agenda for the next day.
Anthea mobile rung as she listened, then looked at Mycroft. "Sir, Agent Myers wishes to have a word with you." She handed him the mobile. He listened for a few minutes in private, and then said, put her on.
"Mr. Holmes," Adler's voice floated in. By her voice tone alone, Mycroft already knew that she was on the move when she should be resting.
"Miss Adler, what do I owe the privilege?" Mycroft silky voice answered.
"I know how busy you are Mycroft, but I need to see you, soon I'm afraid."
"You know that you are welcome to stay at the manor. In fact, that is preferred. It would keep my brother from annoying me on a daily basis, as he make inquiries into your whereabouts." Mycroft read a message from Anthea, and signed a document as he spoke.
"I'm sorry Mycroft but, I need you to make the journey to me as soon as possible." Adler said evenly.
Mycroft stilled his movements.
The woman he was speaking to, almost brought the British empire to its knees. He considered her mind among the most cunning. His mind started deducing. There was something in the voice of the woman, which caused Mycroft Holmes to pay full attention to Adler and ask.
"Where?"
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