Treklock-The Truth

Truth is out

Khan stared into oblivion. He was going to meet his brother-Sherlock Holmes, it dawned on him he was faced with a predicament. How to tell Sherlock.

Mycroft entered the cage. Beaten up, tired and wheezy. Moriarty waltzed into the arena, with Holmes the elder centre stage.
'Stayin alive! It's so boring isn't it?' Announced Jim
'You can't keep this act up Jim, we can't. Sherlock has the mind of a scientist and a philosopher, yet he yearns to be a detective. He will find out Jim, Khan will too.'
'Silence, I know a way we can shut them both up once and for all!'
'How?' Said Mycroft.
'Sherlock is on the side of the angels but he claims he isn't one. And he isn't.'
'Jim...tell me!'
'You should know, falling is just like flying, except with a more permanent destination.'
'Brother mine, you're not suggesting that..'
'Sherlock MUST die. Again.'

Sherlock stared into a never ending oblivion. Always knowing he was the smart one compared to his brother Mycroft, But he was too thick this time. John Watson was gone and he could nothing about it. John appeared to be smitten with Mary but little did Sherlock know that John was thinking he had also made a mistake, John knew about Moriarty and Sherlock and he too thought that his one chance of happiness had been snatched just like his and Mary's little girl-Amelia Scout Holmes-Watson. Her life along with Major Sholto had been taken away. Sholto was murdered by Private Bainbridge who also shot the little girl.

'Come on John! We have a case!'
'What case?'
'A stalker. For this case John I shall wear my deerstalker but don't you ever get me one.'
'No..of course Sherlock, I know what you like.' Said John lovingly.
John and Sherlock ran towards the Royal Guards, Sherlock darting between pedestrians like a world class ballerina, Sherlock always hoped for a case that incorporated the art of dance, whereas John knocked everyone out of his way to keep up with Sherlock.

'Sir, I'm here to see Private Bainbridge.' Said Sherlock confidently .
The guard stared looking forward. John turned wondering what he was looking at.
'What do you do if you get an itch in that costume, I mean it's thick Lycra!?' Said John
'PRIVATE BAINBRIDGE! I will not ask again!'
'Doctor JohnWatson 5th Northumberland Fusillers. I demand to see Bainbridge.'
The guard slipped sideways, John dominating the conversation, traipsed in the grand archway and the hall.
Sherlock was taken back, he saw a figure, a familiar figure.
'Are you Sherlock Holmes?'
'My mother have many times told me so.' Replied Sherlock attempting slight humour
'The name's Khan, Khan Holmes.