Code Name : Chaos (A BBC Sherlock Fanfiction)

II : Travelling

Sara's POV
I sighed as Mycroft gave us more details about the case. I couldn't wait for this case to be over and done with so that I could be free and go back to my life. I was jolted out of my thoughts by Mycroft slamming his hands on the table. "Your flights are tomorrow at 9:00 a.m. To prevent detection, you will be put on separate flights to Honduras in twos." I looked up to see Mr Holmes jr sweep out of the room with Dr Watson on his heels. Agent Dives also left. I didn't quite know what to make of her. According to the conversation earlier, she faked her own death. But why ? Sighing, I picked up my bag and was about to leave when Mycroft grabbed onto my wrist. "Remember our deal Miss Bishop ," he said, eyes flashing. I rolled my eyes "Yep. Spy on your brother, get paid, finish the case and be free." I pulled my wrist out of his grasp and walked out of the door, slamming the door behind me. I hailed a cab "The Queen's Park Hotel please" I said.
Sherlock's POV
I rushed into Baker Street, John close behind. I started packing straight away. "Sherlock, slow down !" Said John as he climbed up the stairs. "We need to talk !" He said. "What about ?" I said whilst debating which coats to take. "Who was that Agent Dives woman we met, why were you acting so strange when we met her ?!" I put down the coats walked into my room and slammed the door.

12 years ago(3rd person)
It was a rainy Tuesday evening and all was quiet in the Oxford University Library. The only sounds were hushed whispers and the occasional turn of a page. Sitting at a table, isolated was 19 year old Sherlock Holmes making his way through Freud's Dream Psychology. The other tables were crowded with people but no one wanted to be anywhere near "the freak boy" as they called him. He could tell you your entire life story from just one look. Suddenly, he looked up as he heard the chair next to him scrape back. Next to him was a girl with long brown hair and a face peppered with freckles. She had crystal grey eyes, companion to his own ice blue ones. She had a smile on her face as she sat down. "Kara Dives" she said "Nice to meet you!". At this Sherlock scowled, "You're new aren't you ?" he said "Yup !" she said smiling. "You should stay away from me" he said "No one wants to be near the freak boy" he said. Kara's smile vanished "But I do. That's why I came here."
"You misunderstand me. I don't care about what you want. I don't want you here." He snapped. "But I just want to"
"Save it." He cut her off "What makes you think that I would want to be friends with such a dull, pathetic, simpering fool." Kara visibly flinched. All of a sudden, the warm eyes were replaced with smouldering fires, and the smile was replaced with an angry frown. She stood up "I understand, now, why no one likes you. It's because you're a sociopathic, selfish, pigheaded, bastard." She angrily hissed, storming out of the library. Sherlock resumed reading but something bothered him. He normally prided himself on being a sociopath but the way she hurled the word at him made it feel like a terrible thing. He knew what he said was harsh, rude and spiteful but he did it to save her from social humiliation, if she was friends with him no one would go near her. Surely she should understand that ?

Present day (Sherlock)
I sat on the floor, against the door and let all the emotions rise. I started to cry. The only woman I've ever loved was meant to be dead. Her death turned me into the cold, closed off person I am now. Sobs racked my body, the grief and the joy poured out. All that was left was anger. Anger that she lied to me for 10 years. Drove me to self harm and drugs. Did she even care ?

Kara's POV
I got out of the car and pulled my suitcase out of the trunk. I walked into the airport and checked in. I passed security and looked around to see John and Sherlock, talking amongst themselves and Sara Bishop sitting a while away, on her own. I walked over to her. "Hi" I said, she nodded her head in acknowledgment. Trying to make conversation I wracked my brain for a topic, but could only think of one. "So," I said casually, "What were you arrested for ?" I asked. Her head snapped up, "You really don't know ? It was all over the news ?" I sighed "I was undercover in Sokovia until 3 weeks ago." Sara thought about this for a while, then the corners of her mouth. upturned. "I'll do you a deal ." She said "I answer your question and then you answer one of mine" I grinned "Ok!" I said. "I got arrested because I tried to rob Fort Knox. And I would've succeeded if it wasn't for that idiot getaway driver!" I laughed "That's awesome!"
"Well that's one I haven't heard before!" Sara said smiling. "Now for my question. What's the deal with you and Holmes jr ?" I blanched. Seeing my expression, she backtracked "It's fine, you don't have to"
"No it's fine, it's only fair. Sherlock was my fiancée but I was a spy and started receiving death threats from a man - Artimes Joma, so I had to fake my own death so that he wouldn't come after my loved ones." I said.

Sara's POV
I glanced at Kara. Something about her story seemed off. Still, there was no proof so I had to believe her. Suddenly there was an announcement stating that my plane was boarding. Waving goodbye to Kara, I walked towards my gate. Once I got on the plane I ignored the chorus of "Hello !" And found my seat. Plugging in my headphones, I drifted into the depths of my mind. 5 minutes I was pulled back to reality by the quiet clearing of a throat. I looked up to see Dr Watson standing on front of me, I moved my legs to let him pass. After half an hour of sitting in silence, I watched with interest as he pulled out a picture of a woman with blond hair smiling at the camera. He stared at it wistfully "Your wife ?" I asked curiously "Yeah." He remarked somewhat sadly "So they're at home in London?"
"Um, No. My wife - Mary - she died 3 years ago" he said forlornly.
"I'm so sorry Dr Watson." I said. "John, please and don't worry about it. I've moved on." He replied but the look on his face said otherwise.
John's POV
I studied Sara carefully. She had a look of empathy on her face, but who had she lost ?
Sighing, I looked out of the window. Then I whipped my head back round. If Sara was sitting next me then Sherlock would be sitting next to... Oh no.

Kara's POV
I sighed. Sherlock and I had been sitting in silence for 4 hours and the tension was getting to be unbearable. "Sherlock." I said "We need to talk." I nudged him gently. He scoffed, "What could we possibly have to talk about." I frowned and opened my mouth to say something "Save it." Sherlock snapped and closed his eyes folding his hands under his chin. I rolled my eyes and looked away. Why wouldn't he just listen ? "If it makes a difference, I really am sorry," I said earnestly" he continued to ignore me and I exhaled in exasperation. "It doesn't change the fact that you lied to me for 10 years." I turned towards him. "My God." I said "You are such a hypocrite. You faked your death, and when you came back you expected everyone to just forgive you!" He looked surprised and...ashamed? "You knew about that ?" He asked. "Yes." I said "I did Sherlock. You know why? Because I care. I do, no matter what you think." He paused "That doesn't change the fact that you destroyed me. Drove me to self harm and drugs, do you know how hard it was to recover ? You turned me into the psychopath I am today." I was shocked. "Sherlock I-" . "Of course you didn't." He said roughly "You say you care but if you really did you wouldn't have left me alone." He spat. I blinked back tears, "I'm so sorry." I said, mortified "But hey!" I gave him a watery smile "Not a psychopath, a high functioning sociopath." He smiled slightly and reached out to hug me but then stopped, shook his head and looked away. By now tears were rolling down my cheeks "Fair." I said "Completely fair." I looked out at the clouds wallowing in my own sadness, mortified by the ruin I had caused.