Fight, for you may know peace-Chapter 12
Fight, for you may know peace-Chapter 12
Authors: Kessie
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock, Sally, Mycroft. John, Anthea, Lestrade, Moran, OCs Sherlock/John, Sally/Mycroft, forced Sherlock/Sally
Rating: NC17
Status: still writing
Warnings: Warnings for mentions of non con and violence. Mention of Child abuse. And language of course. It’s Donovan. Lots of drama, but also some silliness…
Disclaimer: Sherlock belongs to the BBC, ACD, Moffat and Gatiss. No copyright infringement intended.
Summary: They knew. Knew he would try again. Knew he would never let them live their life. So they were prepared, weren´t they?
So this in the third Part in the “Changes” series. It will probably help if you read Part 1: Spero melior and Part 2: Fate, first.
All my Sherlock fics can be found here
Chapter 12
Sally had barely grapsed what was happening as Svenson tried to get the upper hand again, the gun aiming at Sherlock now, who was still wrestling with her. Given the fact that the woman had combat training as an agent it was probably no surprise she was winning over Sherlock and Donovan was hoisting herself up to help him as John jumped onto the criminal again.
Svenson had been just about to shoot Sherlock and with a move Sally never had seen anywhere he twisted Svenson´s arm so that the gun pointed at herself before the bullet went out of the chamber.
The shot rang out seemingly even louder as the one before and Svenson twitched as the bullet entered her body through her chin, probably going up all the way up to her brain. Then she fell back dead on the ground, unmoving.
Sally could hear that Sherlock and John were both breathing hard and watched as they untangled themselves from Svenson and got up. The whole scene couldn´t have taken more than a few seconds because only now she realized Mycroft and Sam were close to her, ready to jump in, both armed with thick branches to knock Svenson out if necessary. They were still wearing cuffs but didn´t look less determined than John had been.
Kyra and her mum were both covering on the ground, only now looking up and realizing, like Sally, that it was safe again.
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It was over.
Sally could hardly believe it. Part of her expected Svenson to get up at any moment and shoot at them again, but that was probably the pure exhaustion and the rush of the adrenaline talking. It simply had been too much in the last months, she guessed.
Having just gotten out of the cuffs with the help of Sam using Kyra´s pink butterfly hairclip, she watched John as he went to one after the other, examining them to make sure that nobody was really hurt. Greg and Mycroft were talking about what to do now and Mycroft called Anthea from John´s phone.
Sally felt a bit weird, like she was watching everything in dream-like state from the sidelines but she was sure she wasn´t freezing up again. There was nothing to be scared of anymore anyway, right?
And yet she still couldn´t believe she had been so stupid. How could she have frozen up in a situation like this?
She was a cop damn it! This was inexcusable.
Balling her fists she tried to swallow down her anger at herself as she was sure the others would berate her later anyway and now wasn´t the time and the place to do it.
But yes, they would be right to be angry at her. Hell, she hoped Greg still wanted to go into the field with her after this!
She needed to train harder. She would show him that something like this would never happen again.
While she waited for Greg and Mycroft to call the cavalry, her eyes fell on Sherlock. He as well, was standing on the sidelines, unhurt except for a few bumps and minor bruises, thank god, but uncharacteristically silent for once.
Just watching.
Maybe she wasn’t the only one feeling a bit weird after all this, she decided, and went over to him.
“Hey.” She greeted himsoftly but he didn´t seem to hear her. Afraid he might slip into shock if he kept staring off into the nothingness she spoke louder, but to no avail.
Remembering that physical contact had helped to calm him before, Sally slowly touched his left arm and when he didn´t object she embraced him in a hug. That finally got some results.
“Huh, what are you doing?” Sherlock asked, seemingly confused and Sally smiled at him.
“I´m just glad it´s finally over. Were you lost in your Mind palace again?” she asked and Sherlock shook his head, slowly relaxing into her hug.
“Thank you for coming for us by the way, for saving my life.” She told him, but suddenly Sherlock´s eyes went wide and he changed. His whole body went stiff and before she could do anything he pushed her away.
“Hey, you all right?” She asked, trying to think if she´d said or done something wrong that could have triggered him, but came away with nothing. What the hell? She tried to get close to him again to calm him a bit, but he pushed her away once more.
“Sherlock? Let me...” She tried, but he shook his head.
“You shouldn´t touch me.” He stated and Sally halted, her hand halfway towards him. Was he having flashbacks again? Or had something happened that caused him to dislike her? Maybe he hated her now that she had been so weak just moments ago?
“Why?” She asked, but he didn´t seem to hear.
“You shouldn´t be close to me.” he said then and now Sally was really alarmed. What the hell was going on?
Taking a deep breath she took all her courage and went to hug Sherlock once more.
“No.” he nearly squeaked. “You shouldn´t.” He tried to evade her another time but Sally wouldn´t have it.
“Sherlock!” she called, taking her left hand to turn his hand towards her while the other one still tried to hold him. “What is going on? Why shouldn´t I? We are friends, remember?”
Another attempt to get away. Another shake of the head from the consulting detective. She looked over towards the others but Greg and Mycroft were busy on the phones while John was treating the small cut on the knee Kyra had obtained when she tried to take cover from the shots.
“Sherlock, talk to me, damn it.” she tried and Sherlock took a step back.
This time she let him.
He seemed to think for a minute.
“I was glad it was you.” He stated and Sally was confused.
“What? When?”
“I was glad it was you when Moran...” He stopped obviously searching for words. “I´m sorry. I´m not better than him. I just couldn´t bear touching anyone..” He halted for a second time and that was when she understood.
The idiot!
“You are saying that you were glad that Moran choose me for having sex with you right? Cause you didn´t think you could have stand to touch someone else?”
A nod.
Sally let out a sharp breath and then went for him. “You idiot. I was glad, too, you know?”
That obviously wasn’t what Sherlock had expected as he was looking up from the point on the ground he had been staring at to avoid looking at her.
“You are not like him. You are not a sociopath either, no matter how many times you say it. Why do you think I´m keeping the baby?” Closing her arms around him again she leaned against him, willing him to relax and calm down. “So that´s why you ran off, is that it?”
Sherlock didn´t have to say anything. She immediately knew she was right. “Oh Sherlock, next time talk to me, okay? Listen, you know I don´t feel anything sexually for you right? You´re like my little brother or something like that. But when it comes down to it of course I take you over Moran or any stranger. It wasn’t you that was bothering me about it. It was that Moran forced us. He raped us Sherlock. You didn´t rape me. He forced you to.”
Sherlock still seemed to be lost for a words, but at least he let her lean against him. “You have to believe me. Use that big brain of yours. Deduce me.” She looked into his eyes and that seemed to finally help as he relaxed into her embrace.
“Now can you hug me back for once? I´ve missed you, you know, and I won’t stop until you´ve hugged me back.”
That got her a snort but Sherlock hugged her back and she found herself relaxing into it. Thank god.
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They must have stood there hugging and talking for a while cause suddenly John had come over to them.
“Everything all right with you two?” He asked and Sally was sure he had heard everything, but she choose to say nothing and nodded.
“Yeah, we´re better now. Stubborn git here really needs to learn how to talk to others. I´ll make him talk though, don’t worry.” Another snort, then Sherlock was shaking. But this time it was from laughter.
“I want to see that. You making me talk.” He teased and Sally glared at him.
“Don´t tempt her.”
That was Greg who had also moved over to them, while the others had stayed a few meters back. They had probably heard everything but Sally found she couldn´t care less. She was glad that she finally found out what had been bothering her friend and from the looks of it, John, Mycroft and Greg at least thought the same.
“Anthea will be here soon.” Greg stated and it was then that Greg´s phone rang. He talked for a minute then came over to them again and grimaced, addressing them all.
“That was the Yard. The Superintendent wants me and Sally to report in. Apparently he heard about our involvement- one of the detectives at the fire threw him right out of his bed when he called.”
That elicited a groan from Sally, but Sherlock simply smiled and didn´t seem to be bothered at all.
“Well I have a cell to get back to anyway. I can´t leave Anderson in there to rot. Not that that would be a bad thing....” He grinned and earned himself a poke in the side from Sally because of that. “I´m joking Sally. I never would do that to him. I must say I´m still surprised about his help, though.”
Now it was Sally who was smiling. “He isn´t a bad man. You know that.”
Sherlock huffed at that, almost theatrically and they both laughed. Sally couldn´t believe how good it felt to see him smile again, although one also still could see the hardships of the last weeks in it as it didn´t yet reach his eyes.
“He´s just miffed that Anderson was right and he wasn´t.” John commented suddenly from the side and that of course seemed to set Sherlock off.
“He wasn´t right... he...”
“He believed the old lady. You didn´t.” John countered, and that made Sherlock stop.
“I...” The consulting detective started but then shook his head slightly.
“We need to get back.” he declared and went to off look for Anthea´s car which was just coming down the street as John and Sally exchanged a knowing look. Sally decided to ask more questions about this later.
Some things would never change.
But that was all right with them.
Authors: Kessie
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock, Sally, Mycroft. John, Anthea, Lestrade, Moran, OCs Sherlock/John, Sally/Mycroft, forced Sherlock/Sally
Rating: NC17
Status: still writing
Warnings: Warnings for mentions of non con and violence. Mention of Child abuse. And language of course. It’s Donovan. Lots of drama, but also some silliness…
Disclaimer: Sherlock belongs to the BBC, ACD, Moffat and Gatiss. No copyright infringement intended.
Summary: They knew. Knew he would try again. Knew he would never let them live their life. So they were prepared, weren´t they?
So this in the third Part in the “Changes” series. It will probably help if you read Part 1: Spero melior and Part 2: Fate, first.
All my Sherlock fics can be found here
Chapter 12
Sally had barely grapsed what was happening as Svenson tried to get the upper hand again, the gun aiming at Sherlock now, who was still wrestling with her. Given the fact that the woman had combat training as an agent it was probably no surprise she was winning over Sherlock and Donovan was hoisting herself up to help him as John jumped onto the criminal again.
Svenson had been just about to shoot Sherlock and with a move Sally never had seen anywhere he twisted Svenson´s arm so that the gun pointed at herself before the bullet went out of the chamber.
The shot rang out seemingly even louder as the one before and Svenson twitched as the bullet entered her body through her chin, probably going up all the way up to her brain. Then she fell back dead on the ground, unmoving.
Sally could hear that Sherlock and John were both breathing hard and watched as they untangled themselves from Svenson and got up. The whole scene couldn´t have taken more than a few seconds because only now she realized Mycroft and Sam were close to her, ready to jump in, both armed with thick branches to knock Svenson out if necessary. They were still wearing cuffs but didn´t look less determined than John had been.
Kyra and her mum were both covering on the ground, only now looking up and realizing, like Sally, that it was safe again.
#
It was over.
Sally could hardly believe it. Part of her expected Svenson to get up at any moment and shoot at them again, but that was probably the pure exhaustion and the rush of the adrenaline talking. It simply had been too much in the last months, she guessed.
Having just gotten out of the cuffs with the help of Sam using Kyra´s pink butterfly hairclip, she watched John as he went to one after the other, examining them to make sure that nobody was really hurt. Greg and Mycroft were talking about what to do now and Mycroft called Anthea from John´s phone.
Sally felt a bit weird, like she was watching everything in dream-like state from the sidelines but she was sure she wasn´t freezing up again. There was nothing to be scared of anymore anyway, right?
And yet she still couldn´t believe she had been so stupid. How could she have frozen up in a situation like this?
She was a cop damn it! This was inexcusable.
Balling her fists she tried to swallow down her anger at herself as she was sure the others would berate her later anyway and now wasn´t the time and the place to do it.
But yes, they would be right to be angry at her. Hell, she hoped Greg still wanted to go into the field with her after this!
She needed to train harder. She would show him that something like this would never happen again.
While she waited for Greg and Mycroft to call the cavalry, her eyes fell on Sherlock. He as well, was standing on the sidelines, unhurt except for a few bumps and minor bruises, thank god, but uncharacteristically silent for once.
Just watching.
Maybe she wasn’t the only one feeling a bit weird after all this, she decided, and went over to him.
“Hey.” She greeted himsoftly but he didn´t seem to hear her. Afraid he might slip into shock if he kept staring off into the nothingness she spoke louder, but to no avail.
Remembering that physical contact had helped to calm him before, Sally slowly touched his left arm and when he didn´t object she embraced him in a hug. That finally got some results.
“Huh, what are you doing?” Sherlock asked, seemingly confused and Sally smiled at him.
“I´m just glad it´s finally over. Were you lost in your Mind palace again?” she asked and Sherlock shook his head, slowly relaxing into her hug.
“Thank you for coming for us by the way, for saving my life.” She told him, but suddenly Sherlock´s eyes went wide and he changed. His whole body went stiff and before she could do anything he pushed her away.
“Hey, you all right?” She asked, trying to think if she´d said or done something wrong that could have triggered him, but came away with nothing. What the hell? She tried to get close to him again to calm him a bit, but he pushed her away once more.
“Sherlock? Let me...” She tried, but he shook his head.
“You shouldn´t touch me.” He stated and Sally halted, her hand halfway towards him. Was he having flashbacks again? Or had something happened that caused him to dislike her? Maybe he hated her now that she had been so weak just moments ago?
“Why?” She asked, but he didn´t seem to hear.
“You shouldn´t be close to me.” he said then and now Sally was really alarmed. What the hell was going on?
Taking a deep breath she took all her courage and went to hug Sherlock once more.
“No.” he nearly squeaked. “You shouldn´t.” He tried to evade her another time but Sally wouldn´t have it.
“Sherlock!” she called, taking her left hand to turn his hand towards her while the other one still tried to hold him. “What is going on? Why shouldn´t I? We are friends, remember?”
Another attempt to get away. Another shake of the head from the consulting detective. She looked over towards the others but Greg and Mycroft were busy on the phones while John was treating the small cut on the knee Kyra had obtained when she tried to take cover from the shots.
“Sherlock, talk to me, damn it.” she tried and Sherlock took a step back.
This time she let him.
He seemed to think for a minute.
“I was glad it was you.” He stated and Sally was confused.
“What? When?”
“I was glad it was you when Moran...” He stopped obviously searching for words. “I´m sorry. I´m not better than him. I just couldn´t bear touching anyone..” He halted for a second time and that was when she understood.
The idiot!
“You are saying that you were glad that Moran choose me for having sex with you right? Cause you didn´t think you could have stand to touch someone else?”
A nod.
Sally let out a sharp breath and then went for him. “You idiot. I was glad, too, you know?”
That obviously wasn’t what Sherlock had expected as he was looking up from the point on the ground he had been staring at to avoid looking at her.
“You are not like him. You are not a sociopath either, no matter how many times you say it. Why do you think I´m keeping the baby?” Closing her arms around him again she leaned against him, willing him to relax and calm down. “So that´s why you ran off, is that it?”
Sherlock didn´t have to say anything. She immediately knew she was right. “Oh Sherlock, next time talk to me, okay? Listen, you know I don´t feel anything sexually for you right? You´re like my little brother or something like that. But when it comes down to it of course I take you over Moran or any stranger. It wasn’t you that was bothering me about it. It was that Moran forced us. He raped us Sherlock. You didn´t rape me. He forced you to.”
Sherlock still seemed to be lost for a words, but at least he let her lean against him. “You have to believe me. Use that big brain of yours. Deduce me.” She looked into his eyes and that seemed to finally help as he relaxed into her embrace.
“Now can you hug me back for once? I´ve missed you, you know, and I won’t stop until you´ve hugged me back.”
That got her a snort but Sherlock hugged her back and she found herself relaxing into it. Thank god.
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They must have stood there hugging and talking for a while cause suddenly John had come over to them.
“Everything all right with you two?” He asked and Sally was sure he had heard everything, but she choose to say nothing and nodded.
“Yeah, we´re better now. Stubborn git here really needs to learn how to talk to others. I´ll make him talk though, don’t worry.” Another snort, then Sherlock was shaking. But this time it was from laughter.
“I want to see that. You making me talk.” He teased and Sally glared at him.
“Don´t tempt her.”
That was Greg who had also moved over to them, while the others had stayed a few meters back. They had probably heard everything but Sally found she couldn´t care less. She was glad that she finally found out what had been bothering her friend and from the looks of it, John, Mycroft and Greg at least thought the same.
“Anthea will be here soon.” Greg stated and it was then that Greg´s phone rang. He talked for a minute then came over to them again and grimaced, addressing them all.
“That was the Yard. The Superintendent wants me and Sally to report in. Apparently he heard about our involvement- one of the detectives at the fire threw him right out of his bed when he called.”
That elicited a groan from Sally, but Sherlock simply smiled and didn´t seem to be bothered at all.
“Well I have a cell to get back to anyway. I can´t leave Anderson in there to rot. Not that that would be a bad thing....” He grinned and earned himself a poke in the side from Sally because of that. “I´m joking Sally. I never would do that to him. I must say I´m still surprised about his help, though.”
Now it was Sally who was smiling. “He isn´t a bad man. You know that.”
Sherlock huffed at that, almost theatrically and they both laughed. Sally couldn´t believe how good it felt to see him smile again, although one also still could see the hardships of the last weeks in it as it didn´t yet reach his eyes.
“He´s just miffed that Anderson was right and he wasn´t.” John commented suddenly from the side and that of course seemed to set Sherlock off.
“He wasn´t right... he...”
“He believed the old lady. You didn´t.” John countered, and that made Sherlock stop.
“I...” The consulting detective started but then shook his head slightly.
“We need to get back.” he declared and went to off look for Anthea´s car which was just coming down the street as John and Sally exchanged a knowing look. Sally decided to ask more questions about this later.
Some things would never change.
But that was all right with them.