The Mind Reader - A Sherlock Fanfic

The Game Is Paused

Mycroft attempted to smile sympathetically. The result was a mixture of fake concern, regret, and emotional pain. He's really bad at smiling. I suppose we both are. John, Amy, and I remained silent and still by the old sofa, now littered with bullet holes. Mycroft walked even closer to us, his bad smile now vanished from his face, all that remained was his usual look of frustration and disappointment. "Honestly, Sherlock. I really hoped you would listen to me for once and not interfere with things that are above you!" 

"Now now, Mycroft. who would I be if I didn't do that?" I replied half-jokingly.

Mycroft didn't seem up to our typical interactions. This seemed to anger him even more. Amy sensed the growing tension, and stood up from behind the sofa. "Alright, I'm here. I'm the only one you want, right? There's no need for any of this," she said.

I looked from Amy to Mycroft, then back again. What have they been up to? I remained silent to see if they would reveal more. "Right, Amy. We do have much to catch up on," Mycroft said. He had that tone in his voice when he knows he has won. 

He signaled for his little army to leave. He began to turn towards the door, but then gestured for Amy to follow. She hesitated, then began walking after him. "You mean to tell me,"John interrupted. "You mean to say that you two have been in touch this whole time? Him?" he pointed at Mycroft. "Whom you barley know and hardly trust for that matter. And you didn't bother to contact us, while we were searching for you for months after we found your cute little message you left us at the hospital! Can we talk about that for a second? Do you have any idea what you did to us? what you did to Sher-"

Amy sprinted to one of the secret service guards, yanked one of their assault rifles from his hands and pointed it right at John in one swift move. John's eyes widened. My heart skipped a beat. She stared right at John through the scope of the rifle. The guards raised their guns at her, but Mycroft held their fire. "I told you to stay away," she said quietly, but with a lot of force. "Then I told you to get away. Did you listen to me?" She lowered the gun. 

The guards quickly seized her and the gun. They grabbed her arms and began forcing her to move out of the house. Mycroft grinned, and walked out the door. As Amy was being pushed out the door, she made direct eye contact with me. "I didn't ask for this," the said with a regretful tone. 

The guards continued to push her out. When everyone filed through the door, John and I finally got up and walked to the doorframe. We watched as the guards flooded into three slick black vans that they must have arrived in. Mycroft hopped into a smaller black car, followed by Amy who was accompanied by a particularly well built guard. Amy small army stuck to the sidewalks like a school of fish with a shark passing through. Everyone remained still as the cars all drove away. 

When Amy, Mycroft, and his guards were a safe distance away, everyone seemed to relax. I remained quiet and still under the doorway. I quickly scanned everyone. They all seem confused now that Amy is gone. They gathered in small groups and conversed with one another, except one. Ray stood by the broken gate of the house's front lawn, staring at me. His posture seemed strong, it did this whole time I imagine. He wasn't afraid of Mycroft and his guards, I suppose. The way he was grinning at me, like I should have listened to him, confirmed my theory. "Every army has a traitor," I said to myself.

"What was that, mate?" he said as he took a few steps closer.

I straightened out my coat, lifted my collar, and walked towards our van, which was still parked on the other side of the street. Ray stared at me with rabid eyes. He reached out his arm and grabbed my shoulder to stop me. He leaned his head close to my ear. "What did you say?" 

I tilted my head towards him, I could see John right behind me, giving Ray a cold stare. "I said, every army has a coward," I prepared for the worst as I let Ray comprehend my remark. 

Before I could blink I felt an extremely sharp pain push against my jaw. The force knocked me to the ground. I put my hand up to my face. Nosebleed? No. Jaw? Slightly dislocated. I could just- I cracked my jaw back into its pace. That... Ow... 

I suddenly herd John struggling. My head shot up to see Ray grabbing John by the collar. John was practically six inches off the ground, Ray wasn't even breaking a sweat. "Anythin' else you want to say to me, Mista Holmes?" He snickered when he realized I was looking at him. 

I took a breath to reply, but hesitated when I saw the faint shape of a car approaching. Ray didn't seem to notice, so I took advantage. "No, I have nothing to say," I managed to get out of my pain-filled jaw. The car was quickly coming closer, I could hear the tires scraping against the road now. I slowly pushed myself up and on my feet. "I just hope you have good healthcare,"

"What?-"

I swung my elbow down on Ray's arm that was holding onto John. Ray winced in pain and John toppled to the ground. Ray looked more surprised than in pain. He looked me dead in the eyes and seemed to puff up like a pufferfish from anger. This better be timed well. Before Ray could take a breath, I ran into his chest and pushed him into the center of the road. Ray was just about to regain his balance when the car slammed right into him. Ray slid on top of the car's hood, bounced off of the windshield, and rolled about three meters in front of the car. He looked motionless. I staggered over to him, and crouched by his face. The hairs of his mustache and beard waved faintly forward and back. He's fine. I stayed next to Ray as I saw John ran to the window of the car. There were two women in the car. The one driving was tall, pale, and had long dark hair. The other woman was shorter and had light hair shaped in a neat shoulder-length cut. John knocked on the passenger seat window, the one closest to him. The women stared at him with wide eyes, then they looked at Ray and I, and back to John. John gave them a  frustrated look, they lowered the car window. "Call an ambulance," he said plainly. 

The shorter woman nodded slowly and took out her phone. "Stay with this man until they get here. If he wakes up before then, as a doctor, I give you permission to punch him until he falls unconscious again," John said as he walked back to our van. 

I stood up and started to follow John to the van. "Oh!" I said to the women over my shoulder, who were very shocked in this whole situation. "When the ambulance arrives, tell them Sherlock sends his love!" 

I climbed into the passengers seat of the van, since John was already in the driver's seat. Before I shut the door I could hear the shorter woman faintly say "Sharon! That's Sherlock Holmes!" to the other woman.

Now that's interesting... I threw that thought out of my mind and slammed the van door. John started the engine. "So where are we going?" he asked. "Back to Baker Street? I think we deserve some time to get our bearings-"

"We don't have time, John," I said. "We are no where closer to finding out what is going on,"

"But Mycroft took Amy. We have no idea where they are now,"

"Oh please, I know exactly where he's going. My brother's not that unpredictable," I grinned. "Let's go,"

John rolled his eyes, but he started driving away, Ray and the oddly familiar women behind on the road.