The Mind Reader - A Sherlock Fanfic

After All This Time

"What's the plan?" Lestraude asked as I walked up beside him.

I didn't respond. Why would I? I don't have a plan. I don't even have any desire to be here.

"What if we talked to her?" John offered. "She doesn't want this to be any worse than it is, and she'll talk to us. If there is still some of Amy left in her, then she'll talk to us,"

"She hasn't given any indication of that yet," I harshly replied. "I've tried talking to her this whole time, and nothing,"

"Sherlock, you don't know that-"

"She's wanted nothing to do with me this whole time!" I snapped. "She was dead. She was shot and fell to the ground. She was in a morgue. Cold. Now she's back and I don't know how or why, and I know as much about it as you do! Do you know what that means to me? I don't have a bloody clue on what to do, and that scares me! Don't you understand it's-It's... it's terrifying!"

John didn't even blink. He stared right through me. I never knew he cold do that. "I know you're angry," he said with very little emotion. "And I know that scares you, but give us a chance to help you. I know I am just a stupid and insignificant thing to you, but I don't care. I really don't. I didn't care the day I met you, and I don't now. So, why don't you do us all a favor and stop caring too? Amy needs us right about now. She needs you," 

I didn't know what to say. I didn't know he even felt that way. Lestraude looked from me to John, and back again. "So... are we going to do something now?" he said quite awkwardly. 

I listened to John. "Yes," I replied. "I think it's the best option if John and I go first to see if we could talk to Amy. Try to figure everything out,"

"You sure about this?" Lestraude asked.

"Not really," I grinned.

Lestraude gave the order for the other officers to wait. He nodded for us to go. I took a deep breath, but hesitating will make me more afraid. So I started walking towards the ruined building. John was walking next to me. "What are you going to say?" John asked.

I kept my eyes forward. "I'm going to get her to tell me what's happening and why,"

John let out a frustrated breath. "Not what I meant. What are you going to tell her?"

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, come on. You need to tell her that... You know-"

"Is it really the time to talk about this?"

"I don't know. I mean, for all we know we could die-"

"Well, that's not important now,"

We walked inside the gaping entrance to the warehouse. The temperature seemed to drop ten degrees and everything seemed dark. Rubble and broken pieces of the walls and ceiling were littered around the floor. Giant metal pieces stuck out of the wall, they must be from the old machines that exploded last time we were here. Dust particles filled the air, creating  musty fog. I looked around the area and spotted the van Amy was driving. John and I ran over to it. It was parked behind a big pile of rubble, so it was a little out of view. I opened the driver's side door and stuck my head inside. Nothing. The van was completely empty. Even the seats looked in good condition. No sign of any struggle. Odd.

Suddenly, the sound of moving rubble and footsteps echoed through the air. John and I whipped our heads in every which way, unsure about which direction they came from. I hate guessing, but I didn't have enough information or patience to know where the sound came from, so I bolted through a small path in the rubble, deeper into the warehouse. "Sherlock!" John called in a harsh whisper. "Don't just charge into something like this!"