|The Science of Flight
Author: 98Shaddowolff98 PM
AU.There are some things that don't add up about John. What starts out as an innocent puzzle, ends up becoming a life threatening journey to defeat shared foes of both their pasts. Picks up after ASIP. No slash. HIATUS.Rated: Fiction T - English - Friendship/Drama - Sherlock H. & John W. - Chapters: 6 - Words: 9,997 - Reviews: 24 - Favs: 13 - Follows: 25 - Updated: 06-10-11 - Published: 04-06-11 - id: 6881746
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The guards were rotating their shifts.
Maximum 15 minutes including a fallback time of 2 minutes. 1 minute to get out of his cell, 2 to get Sherlock, 5 to find the Weapons room and then 5 to get the heck out.
John inhaled slowly. The guards changed, no one was in the halls, it was time to go now.
Using the wall as a brace he pushed himself up and ran towards the observation window. Launching himself with all the force he could muster he threw himself onto the glass. There was a split second of resistance before it shattered. Picking himself up off the floor he cautiously made his way through the small observing room to avoid the glass. He had around 10 minutes before they noticed what had happened.
Once he was out the door and in the corridor it was only a matter of making his way to Sherlock.
Right, left, right, straight, left then last door on the right.
1 minute 36 seconds...
He moved as fast as he dared to try and remain as inconspicuous as possible. Full out sprinting down the corridors would be faster than jogging but people would notice that a bit more. He reached the holding cells in record time, relieved to see that no one had come down the corridors yet.
Opening the door as quietly as possibly, John braced himself for whatever sight would meet his eyes when he looked at his friend. He was relieved to see that they hadn't beaten him, in fact it looked like they had hardly touched him at all. He was still out of it and would probably be for a few more hours.
Carefully, he grabbed Sherlock under his arms and hoisted him up, which wasn't that easy because the man weighed a lot more than it looked. Still, he should be able to fly with him. He certainly hoped so.
3 minute 10 seconds...
Placing his hands on Sherlock' head John reached out with his mind. He touched Sherlock's somewhat unresponsive one and sent a sharp jolt through it.
The response was immediate. Sherlock jerked awake and began to try to wriggle out of John's grasp.
"Hey, it's okay. It's me, you're okay."
Instead of this calming his flatmate he ripped himself roughly out of John's grasp and shuffled away from him. He stood, but had to lean against the wall for support.
5 minutes 52 seconds...
John glanced nervously about the room as he spoke.
"Come on Sherlock we have to go."
Sherlock directed a hard stare at John. Something was off about his tone of voice, John decided.
7 minutes 22 seconds...
This was making John highly impatient. They had to go NOW and they didn't have time to argue about anything.
"It doesn't matter now, we just have to-"
"Who are you?"
For the first time since Sherlock had woken, John looked at him properly. Sherlock was leaning against the wall in a defensive position a good two and a half meters away from John. His face was blank but his eyes weren't. John could see anger, distrust, fury and betrayal in those grey eyes and that made perfect sense.
Sherlock thought that John had kidnapped him and taken him here. Blast Mycroft, looks like you can't keep anything hidden after all. Though, to be fair he did erase all that information from his mind when he first checked John background. Looks like he checked again.
It was a logical outcome. But it was the wrong one.
"Look Sherlock. You don't trust me anymore and that's fine, but if you want to get out of here we are going to have to go now. I am turning around and walking out this door and if you aren't behind me so help me I'll leave you here."
With that John spun on his heel and walked out the door. It was harsh but there was no more time. He was already behind by a shocking amount of time.
9 minutes 53 seconds...
He wasn't surprised to find Sherlock a step behind him as he turned the corner to the Weapons Room. He had know he would follow him, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't have left him behind.
Finally. Advanced Weapons and Technology.
He stopped abruptly and Sherlock ran into the back of him. John turned around.
"Stay here. If anyone comes, you need to act like your supposed to be here. If that doesn't work, yell."
Sherlock nodded hestiantly. It was clear he didn't like being bossed around, but the strange circumstances had rather subdued him for now.
He entered the room. It was filled with some of the smaller, cheaper equipment. But this suited his purposes perfectly. He picked up a small square the size of his palm, pocketed it and went out again.
He tugged Sherlock's arm and with a fleeting glance they were off.
14 minutes 49 seconds...
Right, straight, left, straight, left, right. They weren't going to be able to get out of the building at any major passageway on the ground floor, Erasers were practically swarming the commonly used passageways now. It wasn't long until they found his scent.
The best option would be to go to the roof and since the majority of The Vault is underground that only left one story to climb. Though to be fair it was a rather tall building for only one story.
As soon as they were out of the stairwell, John hurried to the center of the roof. Placing the cube down he pressed his finger down in the center of to activate it. 8 seconds should be enough.
John grabbed Sherlock and yanked him into a run beside him as he ran to the edge of the roof.
John tightened his grip around Sherlock's arm in case he tried to slow down or stop. He had to get him out of here alive and in one piece.
It seemed like everything happened in slow motion.
Sherlock and John jumped off the roof of the building. John grabbed the detective around his chest as he spread his brown and white wings out and beat his wings furiously. No more than a second later the building behind them exploded, the shock wave reverberating behind him menacingly. He flapped down hard a few times until they were high above the chaos and destruction below. The blast had been spectacular. Black, thick smoke billowed up from the remaining rubble indicating the fires within it. Whole decades of work would be lost, the cost enormous and the damage astronomical.
But that had been what he had wanted, wasn't it?
The guilt in his gut as he flew away suggested that maybe he had been wrong.
John flew long and hard until they were back in London. He was exhausted from carrying Sherlock, adding to his fatigue from his lack of sleep over the last few days. It was dusk, so he risked landing on one of the lower buildings to stop a tedious long walk down.
Landing wasn't an easy process. It's harder than it seems to land while carrying someone and they both ended up sliding to a painful stop on the concrete after John tripped over Sherlock's foot while landing. John's shoulder throbbed agonizingly in protest to the long exertion and the spot just between his wings felt keenly sore.
Sherlock had gotten up and was standing with his back to John who had pushed himself into a sitting position to attempt to alleviate the pain in his back and shoulder. The silence was heavy with unsaid words and questions.
Sherlock spoke first.
"Well, that explains alot."
He hadn't quite expected that. His confusion must have reflected in his silence because Sherlock spared him a quick glance.
"I suppose you want an explanation."
Sherlock nodded. He didn't seem to be so closed off, which was a good sign.
John had spent the last few days trying to reach Sherlock, but now he had his attention he had no idea where to start.
"What do you want me to explain?"
Sherlock looked away in thought. After a time he walked towards John and sat down warily, as if unsure of himself.
"Okay then. I'll start with my mother."
And here he made quotes with his fingers.
FuzzyDeMash! You win a cookie and hug for being the only person to review the last chapter so far! Thanks a million and one.
I'm going to stop apologizing now for lateness, this story is only really going to get updated erratically and spontaneously because my life can be very busy sometimes. I had the intention to update every once a week but...yeah. I'm not to sure about this story and I have been writing other stuff, but I am most definitely sticking it out to the end.
I wasn't too sure about this chapter, I'm having a hard time trying to keep Sherlock in character. I would really appreciate feedback on this.