Sherlock's Human Error

Chapter 7

*JOHN'S P.O.V*

I rushed out of Amy's hospital room, to find Mary running up the stairs towards me. "Mary", I said. "Hey", She replied, concerned. "She's only bloody woken up. She's pulled through", I said with relief. "Really?", Mary asked. "Yeah. You, Mrs Watson. You're in big trouble", I said. "Really? Why?", She looked scared. "Her first word when she woke up? Mary", I said as we both giggled and hugged out of relief.

*AMY'S P.O.V*

My head hurt. My stomach hurt. My everything hurt. The last thing I saw before I fell asleep again, was Sherlock sitting next to my bed, lightly snoring. I could hear a woman's voice. It was Mary's voice. "You don't tell him. Amy! You don't tell John", she said sternly. "Look at me, and tell me you're not going to tell him", Mary whispered. Was I dreaming? Where was Sherlock? Where was John? What's going on?

I woke up to see Sherlock sitting at my bedside, speaking to someone who was sitting on the edge of my bed. "Sherlock Holmes, you are a backstabbing, heartless, manipulative bastard", Janine said. Oh, thank god she was okay. She's clearly here to have it out with Sherlock about his games. "You, as it turns out, are a grasping, opportunistic, publicity hungry, tabloid whore", Sherlock retorted. Oohhh, snap! "So we're good, then?", Janine questioned. "Yeah, course", Sherlock said friendly.

Janine left and Sherlock and I were left alone. It was silent for a bit until I plucked up the courage to say something. "Sherlock, what are we going to do about Mary?", I asked worriedly. "As you can probably tell, this isn't something I was expecting. Amy, I am truly sorry that you are in this situation and I promise to do my absolute best to find out who Mary Watson really is", Sherlock replied. "Then I want to help", I said proudly. He looked me in the eye and smiled, a genuine smile. He grabbed hold of my hand and we just sat there for a while. I didn't want to get my hopes up, Sherlock would never feel the same way about me, but I couldn't help feeling that those feelings I have for him, go both ways.

*SHERLOCK'S P.O.V*

My god she was beautiful. Did I really just think that? I don't do sentiment. What's happening to me?

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*AMY'S P.O.V*

Sherlock assured me that I was going to be fine. I trusted him, so I went with it. Sherlock snuck me out of hospital and we got a cab to Leinster Gardens. We collected John on the way and once we were there, we sat and waited. Waited for what seemed like hours. Waiting for Mary. John now knew that it was Mary who shot me. I was absolutely heart broken for him. Sherlock told us that if Mary is who he thinks she is, then it wouldn't take her long to find us. Let's hope that Wiggins remembers to give Mary that phone. Sherlock motioned for us to get into position. John was at the end of the hallway, sitting on a chair, in the dark. Sherlock and I were waiting around the corner, out of view from Mary, but making sure that we could see her. 

We only heard Sherlock's half of the conversation between him and Mary, but he made sure that she knew where she was going. I mean she couldn't miss it really, considering that there was a projection of her face about to be shown on the front of the building. Sherlock invited Mary inside. This was it. It was happening. Time to find out who Mary Watson really is. 

Mary entered through the door, looking straight towards where John was sitting. Sherlock had told John to pull his collar up on his coat, so that his silhouette looked like Sherlock's. Mary fell for it. "What do you want, Sherlock?", Mary asked. "Mary Morstan was stillborn in October 1972. Her gravestone is is Chiswick cemetery, where five years ago, you acquired her name and date of birth, and thereafter, her identity. That's why you don't have friends from before that date", Sherlock replied, referring to the conversation we all had about who Mary wanted to invite to her and John's wedding a while back. Sherlock proceeded to point out all of the times she had let slip knowledge of being an assassin. She recognised a skip-code when John was in the bonfire and also had an extremely impressive memory by remembering Major Sholto's room number. "How good a shot are you?", Sherlock asked. "How badly do you want to find out?", Mary asked, as she pulled a gun out of her pocket. "If I die here, my body will be found in a building with your face projected on the front of it, even Scotland Yard could get somewhere with that. I want to know how good you are. Go on, show me. The doctor's wife must be a little bit bored by now", Sherlock replied. Mary dug into her bag and pulled out a 50p coin. She threw it into the air, aimed the gun at it and pulled the trigger, resulting in the 50p dropping to the floor, with a bullet hole straight through it. 

Mary turned to face John for approval, still thinking that he was Sherlock. Sherlock took my hand and led me out into the open, so we were behind Mary. "May we see?", Sherlock questioned, referring to the 50p coin she shot. Mary took another look at John and realised that the voice came from behind her instead. "A dummy? Well,  I suppose that was a fairly obvious trick. ', Mary scoffed, referring to the figure sitting in the chair. Mary kicked the coin towards us, restraining from keeping eye contact with either of us. I bent down and picked it up. I gave it to Sherlock to look at. "And yet, over a distance of six feet, you failed to make a kill shot", Sherlock stated. "Enough to hospitalise me, not enough to kill me. That wasn't a miss, that was surgery", I said. "I'll take the case", Sherlock said. "What case?", Mary asked. "Yours. Why didn't you come to Sherlock in the first place?", I replied. "Because John can't ever know that I lied to him. It would break him, and I would lose him forever, and Amy, I will never let that happen", Mary stated. It's a little bit too late for that, sweetheart. Sherlock motioned for me to follow him as we walked towards the door. "Please. Understand. There is nothing in this world I would not do to stop that happening", Mary said. "Sorry. Not that obvious a trick", I said, as I switched on the lights, revealing John, who had been sitting there all this time. 

John stood up from the chair, ruffled his hair and put his coat collar back down. "Now, talk, sort it out, and do it quickly", Sherlock said. This wasn't going to be pretty. And it's so near to Christmas as well.