You're in Sherlock (Sherlock × Reader)

The Empty Hearse: Chapter 9

"This is the bomb." Sherlock spoke as he turned back to you and John.

"What?" John asked, stepping closer to look over your shoulder as Sherlock pulled the cushion all the way up for the both of you to see. You peered down at it with wide eyes as you saw many explosives packed into the seat, with wires surrounding them all.

"It's not carrying explosives... The whole compartment is the bomb." You spoke as you turned to the next cushion, pulling it up. The same amount of explosives was packed into that one as well. You went to the next one to see the same. John and Sherlock both joined you, pulling up cushions and looking under them. Everyone you pulled up was stuffed with explosives. You turned to Sherlock and John, shaking your head.

Sherlock scanned the carriage, looking around before he crossed to the other side. He stepped onto a small panel of sorts and it wobbled under his weight. Noticing, you walked over to it as Sherlock bent down, sitting his flashlight aside on the ground. He pulled off his gloves as he shoved his fingers under the panel pulling it up.

"Oh my God..." You breathed, shining your flashlight into the small compartment in the floor. Inside was a huge bomb, one connecting all the explosives around you. John turned to look to what you'd found and immediately began breathing heavily as he looked down on it. Sherlock sat the panel aside, looking down at the bomb as well. It was the biggest bomb you'd ever seen in your life, and you were all standing inside of it.

"We need bomb disposal." John spoke lowly, not taking his eyes off of the device. You studied it, scanning your flashlight along its shiny metal exterior.

"There may not be time for that now." Sherlock answered, looking across the bomb to John with a serious look.

"So what do we do?" John took a big breath, shifting his weight as he continued to look down at the enormous bomb.

"I have no idea." Sherlock shook his head. John immediately looked at you, but you were still looking down at the bomb.

"Y/n?" He asked, hoping you'd at least have an idea of what to do. You shook your head.

"Not. A. Clue."

"Well, think of something." John glared at both of you, his face serious in the fear of your current situation.

"Why d'you think we know what to do?" Sherlock spoke quickly. John's glare intensified as he focused on Sherlock.

"Because you're bloody Sherlock Holmes and Y/n Y/l/n! You two are as clever as it gets." He still kept his voice low as he looked across at the two of you, waiting for the big answer he wouldn't get anytime soon.

"Doesn't mean we know how to defuse a giant bomb. What about you?" Sherlock argued, looking over at John. You took a step back, studying the compartment while they continued to bicker.

"I wasn't in bomb disposal. I'm a bloody doctor." John spoke intensely. He didn't drop his gaze from Sherlock as he spoke.

"And a soldier, as you keep reminding us all." Sherlock said harshly, pointing his torch at John.

"Guys, cut it out." You groaned, turning back towards them as you found nothing useful in the compartment. John looked over to you, taking a deep breath as he looked back down to the bomb in the floor.

"Can't-can't we rip the timer off, or something?" John gestured to a giant timer on the bomb that was paused at two minutes and thirty seconds.

"That would set it off." Sherlock spoke. You groaned, annoyed with their bickering.

"You see? You know things." John fought as he looked over at Sherlock. Sherlock turned away, sighing as he too studied the compartment again.

All around you, the lights in the compartment slowly clicked on, one by one. You heard a whirring noise and you turned back to the bomb to see it had started counting down.

"Er..." Sherlock quickly stood, walking to the other end of the compartment anxiously. You watched him, not getting too worked up quite yet.

"My God!" John yelled, turning away. Sherlock began pacing, covering his face as he thought. You watched the both of them, looking down at the bomb, which was flashing as it counted down.

"Why didn't you call the police?" John said, his anger slowly rising up.

"Please just..." Sherlock mumbled, continuing his nervous pacing.

"Why do you never call the police?" John shouted, glaring across the carriage towards Sherlock in fury.

"Well, it's no use now." Sherlock waved a hand at John as you kneeled down next to the compartment. You sat your torch to the side, reaching your hands towards the bomb as you carefully studied the different buttons and wires. The countdown was now at two minutes and fifteen seconds.

"So neither of you can switch the bomb off. You can't switch the bomb off and you didn't call the police." John listed out everything you'd done wrong, and you rolled your eyes, continuing to look at the bomb.

"Shut up." You told him, studying the bomb intently.

"Go, John. Go now." Sherlock pointed towards the door with a grim look on his face. You grunted, continuing to mess with the different wires.

"There's no point now, is there, because there's not enough time to get away; and if we don't do this... other people will die!" John gestured angrily to the bomb which was now down to a minute and fifty seven seconds.

"Y/n, you literally have photographic memory, surely you know something!" John looked down to where you were bent on the floor, frantically searching the compartment.

"Are you kidding?! This is a handmade bomb, John! I'd have to know the maker and how they constructed it to shut it off!" You yelled at him, giving up as you leaned back onto the seats behind you. John looked angrily at you before he turned to Sherlock.

"Mind Palace." He ordered, pointing a finger at Sherlock.

"Hmm?" Sherlock hummed, looking up at John.

"Use your Mind Palace." He growled. You looked up at him, frowning.

"How will that help? Y/n already said she doesn't know." Sherlock shook his head at John as he squinted his eyes at him.

"You've salted away every fact under the sun! Maybe you stored something she doesn't know!" John screamed from the other side of you. You groaned, pulling your legs to your chest as they yelled back and forth.

"Oh, and you think I've just got 'How To Defuse A Bomb' tucked away in there somewhere?" Sherlock yelled, using dramatic motions as he looked over at John.

"Yes!" John screamed back.

"Maybe..." Sherlock said after a moment of thought. He brought his hands to either side of his face as he screwed his eyes shut in concentration once again.

"Think.'' John told him intensely. Sherlock's eyes danced across his eye lids as he navigated his mind palace, searching for anything that would help with defusing the bomb. "Think. Please think." John encouraged him. Sherlock shook his head, continuing to search. "Think!" John yelled this time. Sherlock groaned loudly, bringing his hands away from his face as he physically began shaking. He shouted, dropping his hands as he looked hopelessly over to John.

"Oh my God." John turned, shaking his head. Sherlock breathed heavily, yanking off his scarf as he bent next to you, looking over the bomb.

"This is it." John groaned, pacing the carriage as he nodded, letting the inevitable sink in. Sherlock looked over the bomb, panicked as he breathed and muttered aloud.

"Turn that off. Oh God! Er, um, er..." His hands frantically dug around the compartment and you shoved your face into your hands as you pointed your toe to the side bomb, glancing up at Sherlock for a moment to make sure he saw. You buried your face back into your hands as you saw his slight nod.

"Oh my God. I'm with some of the smartest people on Earth and I'm going to die because they don't know how to defuse a bloody bomb!" John shouted, looking like he was ready to punch someone or something. You all sat in a moment of silence, stress seeming to overtake you as the bomb continued to count down, lower and lower.