The Holmes brood- A Sherlock's sister fanfic

ESCAPE AND CAUGHT

Darlence could not possibly take Sherrinford down the way she came up. She had to wait; and it was a particularly squeamish wait. Gunshots, shouting; more gunshots; then silence. And the man beside arguably may or may not last the while. And there was anther problem the door was being tried.

It was down by the time she could find something to prevent it. She saw the man distinctly raise a pistol and she closed her eyes (no harm in not being able to see oneself being shot, was there?). The pistol fired twice. She fell on one side, and there was another thud. But she got up again exclaiming that she was not really dead.

'Of course you aren't idiot!' said Sherlock's voice in her head. Maybe that really wasn't in her head. He was standing right before her. 

'Let's take him out.' said she balancing one of Sherrinford's arms over her shoulder, Sherlock followed suit, and they fled the building.

They got rid of the driver, and Sherlock got into the driver's seat, Darlence beside him. Dr. Watson inspected Sherrinford's bruises, 'A little medication will put him right.'

'There's very less fuel. We have to take the train back home.' said Sherlock swerving like a madman.

Sherrinford came to by the time they were completely out of petrol. After some slight medication, Sherlock had lent his coat begrudgingly to him, since the doctor was in his usual jumpers and Darlence's coat would have been far to tight for him.

'Well, old thing, did not get out of the habit of borrowing things from me, I see?' asked Sherlock genuinely amiably.

'You seem to forget, that half of the things you had were previously mine.'

'Not my Belstaf Milford.' Now that was a bit of childish banter you would not hear everyday from the world's only consulting detective, but Sherrinford decided to overlook it.

'Hallo Zoe, old girl.' He said instead wincing.

'DON'T use that name. I was pestered by Sarah not a few hours ago.' said Darlence, 'Calling me the very same dratted name.' [(A/N): All the Zoe s out there, please don't mind. Our Darlence is a bit outspoken at times, but she usually means well.] 

'Drat that! This infernal coat is too small.' he said simply.

Only a Holmes could speak like that at the present situation, John needed no further proof that Sherrinford was indeed one.

'Glad to meet you, sir.' The statement was not really true but the greeting was not half-hearted.

'Indeed, the pleasure is mine doctor. Afghanistan?- Ah, I thought so. Married and a child?- elementary.'

'Warren is very fond of showmanship- when he does it himself.' said Darlence at once.

'Actually aren't we supposed to go homewards?' said Sherrinford.

'And you blunder at that!' Darlence remark was merry this time.

'Well, umm....... we are waiting for a train that we could use as a substitute for that car we were supposed to travel that we took from those men that you had been in league with, that intentionally meant to kill you that......' began John scratching his chin thoughtfully.

Darlence laughed,'That kept the cock that crowed in the morn,                                                                           That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,                                                                                                               That married the man all tattered and torn,                                                                                                                 That kissed the maiden all forlorn,                                                                                                                                       That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,                                                                                                                   That tossed the dog,                                                                                                                                                               That worried the cat,                                                                                                                                                              That killed the rat,                                                                                                                                                                  That ate the malt                                                                                                                                                                     That lay in the house that Jack built.' [(A/N): All the credits go to the awesome writer of this awesome nursery rhyme. :)] The little group dissolved into laughter at that.

'There they are!' said a voice and the four at once turned their attention to the rather large group that came towards them. Sherlock first tugged at Sherrinford's wrist, but the latter did not budge, so he pushed Darlence and Sherrinford behind him. Darlence tried in vain to get Sherrinford on his feet, but to no avail. Then as a last resort, she herself tugged at Dr. Watson's wrist to get him to run at least. He did; fortunately enough. There was no point in all of them getting caught. One could atleast contact a well wisher. Like Molly, Mary or Greg or even Mycroft.

But the effort was not rewarded. Infact, both of them got caught. Darlence bit and struggled like a choking snake. But the man was strong and possibly had had these sort of endeavours with struggly, bitey people, whatever that meant. Besides he had rather untidy and large nails that bit into her flesh hard as he tried to control her. They were dragged into a rather strange looking van that managed to look like a delphinium blue ambulance, all of them.