Sherlock Holmes & The Knights Templar

Through Heaven and Earth

The black snake was poised, ready to strike, to sink its fangs into the fleshy folds of one of its victims and as it opened its mouth in a casual deadly yawn, Mary screamed. Mycroft turned slowly around just in time to see a large sword- like weapon slice down, cutting the serpent in two. In surprise Mycroft shielded his eyes against the sun to see who their rescuer was and his mouth came open in surprise, “Sherlock?”

Sherlock stood tall holding one half of the wriggling snake in his hand and the weapon in the other, he was dressed in typical Egyptian dress, bare chested, his torso wrapped in the same garment as Mycroft wore, but it was the expression in his eyes that surprised Mycroft the most, for usually Sherlock kept the depths of expressions from his eyes hidden behind heavy, sarcastic laden  lids, however this time his eyes shown in triumph as he held up the snake, its movements slowly ceasing as the reflexes of its body reconciled themselves with death.

Mary grimaced, “God, that’s disgusting, Sherlock, how can you keep holding that thing?”

Sherlock sighed, “What no thank you and as far as holding repulsive long, wriggling things, Mary you certainly have no right to judge me.”

Mary looked at where her hand was resting and quickly pulled it away, as Mycroft flushed a brilliant color of red. “Sherlock, brother mine, thank you for saving us from a deadly Adder attack, now please give us some privacy.”

Sherlock smirked, dropped the body of the snake and as its lifeless form rolled through the sand Sherlock couldn’t help wondering if it tasted like chicken.

After he left Mary looked at Mycroft and they both started to laugh and as Sherlock wandered back to the palace grounds, the sound of their happiness echoed across the dunes.

After they got their laughter under control, Mycroft turned to Mary and said breathlessly, “Mary, when we get back to London, will you marry me?”

Mary looked at Mycroft in shock, for with John she had always known deep, down inside that his heart belonged to another, but Mycroft, Mycroft was intently looking at her his blue eyes  staring, for his heart belonged to her and for the first time in her life Mary felt afraid.

Mycroft reached out and held Mary close, “Don’t be afraid, Mary, just think on it, will you?”

Mary nodded and then started to giggle, “So, if we got married would we have Sherlock cater? Snake hors d’ oeuvres might just be the thing, don’t you think?” Mary laughed again  then sighed and said, “Well, I guess we’d better be getting back.”

As she moved to stand up, Mycroft pulled her back down, “Oh, no you don’t I never leave a job undone and we never got to finish what we started,” Mycroft whispered as he positioned Mary on top of him, kissing her neck, her collar bone and as Mary slipped out of the top half of her dress, Mycroft looked at her breasts, not with lust, but with wonder, for every part of Mary was beautiful.

As the days passed, Mycroft’s love for Mary grew deeper, Mary’s fear for Mycroft’s safety grew deeper and as Sherlock trained with the weapons master, his determination to go through heaven and earth to rescue John grew deeper, and Irene watched them all her eyes glittering like a lioness stalking her prey.