Young Sherlock

Chapter Three

That night I had another nightmare, I hadn't had one for almost a year, but that night I had one. It was when he died, again. But this time, I was at the bottom of the building, I was supposed to catch him, I was suppsosed to save him, his body came flying towards me and insted of standing and catching him, I stood back and watch his body hit the pavement. I watched as the blood poured out of his head and his heart stopped. I just watched. I didn't do anything about it, I should of ran straight into that building and got him off the ledge, but I didn't. Like I always do, I listened and obeyed him, he told me to stay still and look at him and I did. I will always regret not doing anything to try save him. I woke up sweaty and my heart was beating fast, Mary was kneeled up on the bed looking at me with a concered face.

'John?'

'Mhmm, I'm fine, it was just a bad dream, go to sleep' I lean over and kiss her on the forehead but her face doesn't change.

'You were talking'

'What? I wasn't talking, I was asleep Mary'

'You were yelling, and screaming, you kept shouting his name, telling him not to jump, then you started crying, I was scared John'

'Darling I'm sorry, I don't know what happened to me, it's been so long since I had a nightmare'

'It will be because you saw that Sandy girl, and Molly, its messing with you'

'Just go back to sleep, I'll go sleep in the living room'

'On the couch?' Mary had already laid back down and turned the lamp off by the time I got to the door

'Yeah, the couch' I wasn't intending to sleep on the couch when there is a perfectly good bed next door.

When I went into his room, his smell entered my nose, it smelt so familiar. I climbed into the bed and the mattress was stiff, so I wiggled about a little bit. When Shelock died, I spent alot of time in here, it took me 2 years to go back into my own bed, and once I'd done that, I met Mary, and another two years later we got married. I have only been in here once since we got married, and that was to put his violin under his bed, Mary said it wasn't healthy to still have it in his old chair, so I packed it up and put it under the bed. I get out of bed and reach under, after a while my hand finds the case, I pull it out and quickly upzip it, I pull out the violin and stare at it. I close my eyes and I can still hear the soft melody, I can picture him stood by the window with the snow falling down and sticking to the windowsill, stood upright swaying methodically to his violin. He could play for hours on end, without fail, and when he was done, he would put the violin down in his chair and lay on the couch in his usual thinking position. I must of fallen asleep with the violin still in my grip, because I am woken up by Mary stood over me frowning.

'You said you would be on the couch'

'Why would I do that when there is a perfectly good bed right here?'

I sit up and put the violin back in its case, before I shut it I run my hand along the strings. Once I look up Mary had left the room, so I walk out to find her. She wasn't there. 

'Mary? Mary!'

'She isn't here..someone took her' The voice came from the doorway, and when I run over to see who it is, I see Sandy standing, with her black coat firmly wrapped around her body, her black curly hair running down her back and her brow creased, not with anger, I think it might just be her face.

'Sandy! When did you get here?' 

'About a minute ago' Sandy walks into the room and looks around, she picks up something off the floor and looks closely at it, an earing. 

'This is Mary's, I'm hoping?' I take the earing out of her hand and look at it, it is the earings I got her last christmas.

'Where is she, where did they take her' I feel a sudden flush of worry come over me

Sandy doesn't say a word, she just adjusts her posture and sets off running downstairs, so I follow her. I catch her just as she is getting into a taxi, I open the door and jump in next to her. We travel down the road in silence, I'm not in the mood for talking right now. I am in a total trance I don't even realise when we arrive, Sandy nudges me and I swing open the door. When we step out of the taxi I realise that we are at a hospital, its an old abandoned hospital, how typical. Sandy sets off running inside and I follow her closely, she better have this right, then again, she is Sherlock's daughter so she probably will have it spot on. We slow down to a walk once we get inside. I can hear some voices from upstairs, and obviously Sandy can too because she begins walking up the hospital stairs very slowly. We reach a large open space, and the voices have stopped, I feel something hit me on the back of the head and I go down to the floor and black out.

When I wake up, I am strapped to a chair, Sandy is the same to my right, and Mary is too my left.

'Mary' I whisper 

She looks up and her face is cut and bruised, a tear falls down her cheek and she looks back down.

'Now, we have you all here' A man with a Russian accent walks towards us all, with a gun in his hand.

'Why are we here? What do you want?' My wife perks up, looking the man straight in the eye

'Shut her up somebody' Then a man comes round and hits her in the side of the head and she is unconcious

'Mary!' I shriek, and try move towards her, I look at Sandy but she is looking at the Russian man, looking him up and down, she is deducing him.

'Mr Holmes, stop squirming, I was told your not the type of person to care, so shut up'

'I'm not Mr Holmes, Sherlock died fifteen years ago!'

'But, he is alive!' The man who struck Mary walks foward cautiously

'He said he is dead! He is dead! You great big baffoon! We will never get it now! Imbecile! I guess you are no use to us now'

The russian man walks towards Sandy, with his gun pointed at her

'Lower your gun' A voice booms from the back

'Who's there?'

'I said, LOWER YOUR GUN' A figure runs out from the back, and tackles the Russian man, he puts him in a pressure lock and the man squeels then passes out. The figure looks up at me.

'Long time no see, John'