ACT IV: The Reichenbach ReturnChapter 3 – Of Agents, an Officer and an Irregular
Soon, the day of the conference approached. John, Sophia, Sherlock, Melody and Lestrade were getting ready, reporters from all over waiting to get the scoop. Wanting to report on the Return of the Reichenbach hero. Pity that Kitty Reily lost her job as a reporter, once word got out that she reported false information out of spite; she lost all credibility. She could never get a job as a reporter ever again. I heard she makes a mean mochachino, though.
“Come on you guys” Sophia said, wheeling ahead of them, “we have a press conference to attend”
The press conference went as well. The focus was split between the Order and the return of Sherlock Holmes. The questions were either open, or given to one of the people present…
“Detective Inspector, how did come in contact with the Order? “
“Whoever started the Order contacted my via text,“ Lestrade replied “I
ACT IV: The Reichenbach ReturnChapter 2 – Mycroft’s Offer
The days passed as Sherlock and Sophia healed. Soon, Sherlock could leave. Sophia needed to stay for a little while longer, they needed to check her spine and she needed to get a proper wheelchair. When she got this news, Sophia sighed.
“Looks like I’ll need to sell my motorcycle” she said, she was going to miss it.
Sherlock and John assisted in advertising Sophia’s bike. It was soon sold to a nice young woman named Alexis.
Sophia also looked at some places she could live, places that were wheelchair friendly.
A few days later, Sophia was testing her wheelchair, then she would go and find a place to stay while she searched for a house. When Mycroft; of all people; walked in.
“Hello, Miss Jane” he said walking over to her.
Sophia turned away and wheeled to a window.
“What do you want?” she asked.
“To help you,” he replied, “you saved my brother. I can help you, you
ACT IV: The Reichenbach ReturnChapter 1 – Awakening
Once Sherlock had regained consciousness, the first thought that came to him was not that he was in hospital, not that he had surgery nor that John was sitting in a chair watching him. Those all came immediately after. The first thing that came to him was: Sophia did not call me ‘Kid’. Tackled me, protected me. She called me by my name.
Once these conclusions came to him, Sherlock opened his eyes to find himself in a semi-private hospital room. There was someone in the other bed. He deduced that the person in the other bed was Sophia.
He turned and saw John, whose face had a small smile. Before Sherlock could say anything, John threw his arms around him.
“Don’t ever pull a stunt like that ever again”
“John!” Sherlock tried to sit up, but the pain was too much. John helped prop up the bed so he could sit up.
“…Thanks.” Sherlock glanced over at the bed w
QuietIn the time after Sherlock Holmes fell, the lives he was in became so very quiet.
The Yard felt this in the crime scenes and cases that came after his fall. No more having their intelligence insulted, no more lightning-fast deductions. No ‘tainted’ crime scenes.
Mrs. Hudson, though she complained about the noise he made, hated the silence the flat now held. She hated it not only for the pain of the loss of one she thought as her son, but also for the pain of the man who lived there; alone.
Mycroft stopped dieting altogether, hoping for an insult from his little brother. Insults that never came. Only quiet.
But the one who greatly suffered from the quiet? John Watson.
No more violin at 3am. No shooting at the wall. No yells of Bored!
No one to ruin his dates, or interrupt him at work.
Even watching the telly was quiet. No commentary from the man who felt like he knew everything.
No snaps of how unimportant it is to eat or sleep. No explosions from the kitchen.
ACT III: One Miracle Too LateChapter 4 – Rescue Mission
The two got to the pool quickly. Sophia hid her bike. Sherlock went to the back entrance. There were no civilians here, which as odd for the weather. True the pool was old, but it showed no signs of giving in.
“Alright Kid” Sophia said “Let’s go!”
The two entered the building. It was crawling with lesser members of the Web. They didn't matter all that mattered was the phone and John.
Sherlock’s phone was heavily guarded. In a safe, surrounded by guards. Too many for Sherlock to handle. He needed to distract them
He fired his gun and the guards began to scramble looking where the bullet came from.
I have 1.2 minutes before they figure out it was a distraction Sherlock thought, heading to the safe. He knew what the code would be.
1 - 9 - 8 – 9
Two pieces of nostalgia. What luck.
Sherlock didn't have time to think anything else, the guards came bounding back. Sherlock fired. Gu
ACT III: One Miracle Too LateChapter 3 – The Plan
It was almost an all-nighter for the people in the room. The Order was still in the building, it was going to take a while to close up shop. Sherlock and Sophia returned to Baker Street. All they knew is that they were the ones to carry out the mission. If they stayed, Director would be suspicious.
They soon had their plan. Sherlock and Sophia were to go and rescue John. While there, they would also retrieve Sherlock’s phone.
They were all asleep by the early light of the morning. Melody was the first to wake up. She headed back to Communications.
Sophia awoke to the sound of her headset ringing. In a pattern that only she and Melody would know its meaning. The first few notes of Carry On, My Wayward Son. She got out of John’s bed and got ready. She wore her attire for non-stealth missions; cargo pants and a white top. She but her two guns in the holsters on either side of her belt. She put on her headset and headed to meet
ACT III: One Miracle Too LateChapter 2 – To Right a Wrong
Sophia knew something was wrong. She grabbed Sherlock and ran to Communications.
“What’s going on?” Sherlock asked, trying to keep up; was this how John often felt, being dragged everywhere?
“Peaches didn't use her sign-off phrase” Sophia said “which means she was forced to say that”
“I cannot risk a life” Melody said, from behind.
“Melody!” Sherlock said, “What’s going on?”
“They have John” Melody said “They are going to kill him if we don’t dissolve our mission to get the phone”
“Who has John?” Sherlock growled
“Moran” Melody said, before leading them to a small room.
“Lock the doors, Mickey” Melody said to Canine.
“What are we doing here?” Sophia asked
“Director made me say that announcement” Melody explained,
ACT III: One Miracle Too LateChapter 1 – A Bit Not Good
John Watson’s fist collided with the, supposedly, dead detective’s face.
“Not good?” Sherlock asked holding his nose.
“No shit Sherlock!” John yelled “I thought you were dead, for three years!”
“I had my reasons!” Sherlock yelled back “If I didn't jump, Moriarty’s snipers would have killed you!”
“Why didn't you tell me?” John was on the verge of tears “Don’t you trust me?”
“Remember at the pool? When you were willing to give your life so I could escape?” Sherlock went back to his usual demeanor “Moriarty would have told his snipers that you would be the one to watch; to see if I was really dead. If you knew, and you slipped up, they would still kill you!”
“It all comes down to you John,” Director said “the snipers, the crime web, would know if Sherlock is alive by how
Kindred SpiritsThey hadn't initially began to drink together, no. John had actively avoided Mycroft for weeks after the Fall. He felt it was the only way he could restrain himself from beating the man to a bloody pulp. It was weeks until he felt that he had enough self-control to not attack the man when he saw him.
So he went to visit on a Friday, to see Mycroft drink whisky and, if John didn't know any better, he was sobbing; silently. A picture frame on his desk was lying flat. John walked over, Mycroft still hadn't noticed him.
John picked up the frame and looked at the picture. It was of two boys, the younger one wearing a pirate hat, brandishing a wooden sword, while the older one just smiled at the child. John didn't need deductive skills to know who the picture was of.
It was that day that John realized that when Sherlock fell, John might have lost his best friend; but Mycroft lost his little brother.
“Go ahead and yell; Dr. Watson” Mycroft's, slurred, voice said.
Instead, John too