The Other Side - BBC Sherlock Fanfiction

Chapter 23 - Attack

Angel
I retreat back into the room and quickly realise that barricading myself in is no longer an option. I could try the window but using the same trick twice is boring. I guess I'll have to fight. Mycroft gives me the countdown as to when they'll be here. He can see them on the CCTV. 
"Okay three, two, one. You're on your own now." He says reassuringly (note sarcasm). 

A group of five masked men swarm in. They launch themselves at me, fists raised. They clearly rushed to get her. No weapons, shirts not quite tucked into their trousers, shoelaces badly tied. I work out an action plan in my head and step on the shoelaces of the first man who trips and falls into me. I use his momentum to propel him backwards, taking out the woman behind him. 

I don't have time to recover because before I have time to think the next assailant is upon me. His arms are raised to protect his face, leaving his crotch unprotected. I go for a classic knee in the balls but he is quick to react and grabs me under the leg and pulls it upwards. It seems I have underestimated him. Hope is not lost, however, because he too has done some underestimating. I jump onto his toes, which makes him loosen his grip. Whilst he's distracted I give a sharp elbow to the face to the person creeping up, not so quietly behind me. 

In the second that I do this. The man holding my leg yanks my leg up violently. I instinctively let out a yelp of pain and wriggle in an attempt to free myself. I pull my arm back to place a blow on the man's face. Before I can execute it my arm is taken hold of. I'm hauled backwards by someone strong, so strong that even the man holding me is pulled along. He lets go.

I'm thrown against the wall and pinned there.

Toni
I'm running and running. The Houses of Parliament are finally in sight. I sprint over Lambeth bridge and, within a few minutes, am there. Damn, I can't get in. There are security guards standing at every entrance, doubtless due to the fact that the PM is being assassinated. Thinking fast, I weigh up my options, try to get past, leave it or find another way. Out of the corner of my eye I see an extremely bedraggled looking man being helped out of the river. That gives me an idea. I see a speed boat tied up near to the ladder he's climbing up. I break back into sprint and urge him to hurry up. Upon approaching, I see that it is indeed David Cameron himself. Brilliant, he's escaped. 

"Congratulations," I tell him. "Wait, where's Angel?" I ask. Out of breath, he points towards the building. Oh, well I guess that isn't too good. He looks up and his eyebrows furrow.
"Do I know you from somewhere?" He asks. I suppose everyone still thinks I'm wanting to kill her rather than help her...

You see, when I was in prison I met someone who somehow knew all about Angel and her work - defeating Moriarty. I realised that she wasn't the bad guy, I had let myself become the bad guy. So here I am to help her to the best of my ability.

Once Cameron is out of the way I climb as quickly as possible down the ladder. The boat is further away than I had thought, far enough that I might not make it. Nonetheless, it's a risk worth taking. I brace myself.

Three, two one...

And I jump.