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The Red Snow	By : orceena Category: S through Z > Sherlock Holmes (2009) > Sherlock Holmes (2009) Views: 2450 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sherlock slumped against the heavy door exasperated. One more outburst, Lestrade had said, and John would be off to the station. Or worse, the asylum. He leaned his head forward rubbing his eyes. His facade was failing , he knew it, and it was only a matter of time. He hoped it would be soon. Watching his beloved in the state of madness was enough to drive him to be stamped to death by horses.
A sudden shout above him turned his eyes upward. He watched to his dismay as Mrs. Hudson ran from the bedroom covering her head as she went. She pressed herself against the nearest wall shaken by the doctor's behavior.
"GET OUT!" he heard John shriek followed by a door slam. Maybe sooner had come already. Sherlock closed his eyes in relief. It would all be over soon.
“Holmes! Come quickly!” Mrs. Hudson shouted form the top of the stairs. Sherlock quickly launched himself up the steps. Loud crashing sounds came from inside his followed by shouts of anger. “He’s locked himself in! He grabbed a knife from your desk and screamed at me to get out." Sherlock snapped his head at her and stared her down. His heart began pounding threatening to leave his chest if he didn't subdue it. His hands began to tremble and to keep them steady, he rested them against the door. Mrs. Hudson's voice was distant, almost non existent. She was shouting at him to do something, or he was going to injure himself. Sherlock ignored her as flashed flew through his mind whirling and whirling till he became dizzy. He found it. He had it. Sooner was here and there was nothing stopping it. Sherlock swallowed before he faced Mrs. Hudson again. "I tried to calm him, I really did, but he refused and pushed me out. He said he didn’t want to hurt me!” Her tears fell from her eyes as she cupped her cheeks trying to regain her composure. “He’s going to hurt himself, Sherlock! Please do something! Talk some sense into him. Please!”
The detective almost gave way at the thought of his dear friend lying on the floor bleeding. He wouldn't have it. With that, Sherlock grabbed the handle of the large door and bumped his shoulder into it. It wouldn’t budge.
“Watson? They're gone. Please come out." Nothing. "Watson!” he called to the distraught man. “Unlock the door!” There was no answer. "Damnit, Watson! Stop acting like a child and open the door!" Something heavy struck the door startling Mrs. Hudson. "John, I'll take you to your wife. If that is what you need, I'll take you. Just please don't hurt yourself." Sherlock put his palms against the door waiting for his answer. A long pause was granted. He closed his eyes thinking of what other technique he could use. He was very grateful that Mrs. Hudson didn't know French. "Voulez-vous laisser notre nuit ensemble aller à déchets? At-elle ne vous disent rien?" He closed his eyes trying to keep his composure."Je t'aime, John et cela me peine de vous regarder souffrir. S'il vous plaît ne pas vous blesser. Please open the door." Mrs. Hudson bit her nails. Sherlock's palms were sweating. "Nanny, ready the gauze and iodine. We might need it."
"Oh lord in heaven I hope not. God knows what he's done," she panicked but obeyed his words and left him alone.
Sherlock pulled back when he heard the lock switch and the handle turn. Taking a couple steps backward he raised his hands in defense when he was faced with a gun that John was holding. He placed himself against the railing looking into John's eyes. His lids were dark, and his eyes were bloodshot. He swallowed before he spoke. "John -"
"Shut up," he said."You swear you'll take me to see Mary."
"I promise. Anything you want."
"And...you will tell me the truth. About everything I want to know."
"John -"
"Don't take me for a fool, Holmes. You will, take me, to Mary. Just say yes."
"Yes," Sherlock replied defeated.
"Good. Now, turn around and put your arms down. Mrs. Hudson doesn't need to see this." Sherlock obeyed and turned his back. A sudden shuffling of feet and the barrel was pressed hard into his back. John sighed into his neck and kissed his ear. "Walk with me."
Together, they addressed the stairs with John pushing the gun against him. Before they reached the door, Mrs. Hudson appeared before them with a tray of gauze in hand. John spun them both lowering the gun to Sherlock's leg, out of sight but still threatening. He bumped Sherlock lightly silently telling the sleuth to remain calm.
"Oh, Dr. Watson. Are you alright darling?" she questioned while she shook with fear.
"Never better Mrs. Hudson," John smiled from behind Sherlock.
"Ah, well. That's good then. Guess I won't be needing this then," she did her best to keep calm though her fear was evident.
"Right you are," John replied dryly. Sherlock swallowed again keeping calm as best he could. He slowly reached back with a hand to grasp for John's gun free palm while his other stretched for the other. John caught on and raised his free hand to Sherlock's neck squeezing it mildly. "Come, old boy. Let us be off." Watson's false smile sent shivers down his spine.
"Doctor, is there anything I can do for you?" she almost pleaded. She was dear woman. John couldn't let her heart be broken by this trifle.
"You are a fine woman, Mrs. Hudson, and I'm truly sorry for frightening you. You should know that I've always appreciated your patience. But we must be off," John stated politely ushering Holmes out the door.
"I shall have dinner ready when you return," she said innocently. Bless her heart.
"Actually, nanny, we shall be at the morgue for the evening," Sherlock stated. Before she could say anything more, the two men disappeared into the cold night.
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