Raining (Take Two)

[prettybirdy979]

Title: Raining (Take Two)
Rating: PG-13
Character(s): Sherlock, John, Lestrade, Donovan
Genre: Action, Drama, Angst
Summary: Lestrade was one of the first men on the scene...in time to watch the pool blow sky high.
Spoilers: TGG.  
Warnings: Small descriptions of injuries and violence...
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author's Note: When I first wrote Raining, I had a vague idea about Donovan/Anderson being there. This is a rewrite of that scene, to include Donovan and somehow has resulted in a completely different plot and unrelated to both the orginal prompt and resulting story.

All first aid details are as acturate as my memory allows and yes, my instructor really did advise me to use that song to help with timing. It works.

 

Lestrade was the first man on the scene. Well, one of them anyway. He knew he should have tried to lock the scene down, call for back-up and not enter the building but he also knew he couldn't. Sherlock had posted a mention of a pool on his site and when Lestrade had connected the dots, he had realised that Sherlock meant the pool from the original crime. He had dashed out of the station leaving a very confused team behind him. Made him feel a bit like he imagined Sherlock felt, really. He hadn't expected Donovan to follow him, but she had caught up with him at the car and refused to let him go wherever he was going alone. Unwilling to waste time he let her come to the pool he identified.

Only to arrive just in time to watch the pool blow sky high.

They had both been thrown to the ground by the force of the shock wave. As soon as was possible he had picked himself up and had dashed into the burning building. He wasn't concerned about his safety; he only wanted to help the person he knew was inside. He heard Donovan calling for him to stop from some place behind him but he didn't care. He was a police officer and his job was to help people.

Especially since that person was his friend.

Inside was chaos. Some of the beams had collapsed and Lestrade knew the building wasn't stable. He began to scan the wreckage, searching for Sherlock.

'SHERLOCK!' he cried, when there was no sign of him. 'SHERLOCK!' He could hear Donovan a few steps behind him, doing the same. He was grateful she was willing to do this for him, even though she made her dislike of Sherlock quite clear.

Suddenly in the quiet of the building he heard a noise. He looked up to see a sightly familiar man standing on the other side of the pool. He was wearing some kind of fancy suit but as it was damaged, with burn marks whatever effect he was going for was gone. He was clearly injured, but his eyes were still clear when they met Lestrade's from across the pool. Then with a smile, he turned and limped away. It took Lestrade a second to realise that this man had to be the bomber, the dangerous man Sherlock had come to meet.

He took two steps towards where the man was, before a voices speaking near him drew Lestrade's attention. He searched the area more thoroughly and was shocked to see what he found.

Sherlock was leaning over John, who was on his back. Sherlock had his lips on John's and it looked like…well it looked like a kiss. Lestrade wasn't sure, but he thought a make-out session after being blown up may not be healthy. He heard Donovan make a disgusted huff beside him.

Then Sherlock removed his lips from John's and began to push down on his chest and Lestrade understood. Sherlock wasn't kissing John, he was breathing for him.

Which meant John wasn't breathing.

Lestrade was halfway to John's side before he had even thought about it. Close up, he could see the toll the CPR was taking on Sherlock. He was exhausted, clearly having been at this for a few minutes. Without thinking, when Sherlock went to breathe for John next, Lestrade pushed in beside him, so it was his hands above John's chest. Sherlock looked at him confused for a second, then as he realised what Lestrade was doing he moved out of the way and behind John's head, ready to breathe when needed. Donovan was still standing beside where Lestrade had been clearly in shock at Sherlock's actions.

'Donovan! Call for backup!' She nodded, knocked out of her shock by Lestrade's voice. She grabbed her radio and began to call for the paramedics.

Lestrade was grateful for all the first aid lectures he had had to attend as he began to count out 30 compressions, keeping them in time with the beat of 'Another One Bites the Dust' that was playing in his head. He would have sung it out loud, but he remembered the warnings his instructors gave him about it not being appropriate.

30 and breathe, breathe. 1 and 2 and 3 and 4…how long until backup comes?

Lestrade wasn't waiting for John to mysteriously come to life; he knew his only job was to keep him breathing until the paramedics arrived.

And then, like his thoughts had brought them, they arrived. Sherlock and Lestrade went through another two cycles before they were able to take over, pushing them off to one side. The pair watched them work, both of them waiting for the word…

'I've got a pulse.' One paramedic called after the second use of the defibrillation machine.

'Right, get him in an ambulance.' Lestrade breathed a sigh of relief and turned to Sherlock. Sherlock's face was impassive, stone. But there was a relieved light in his eyes.

'He's going to be okay.'

'He saved my life, inspector.' Sherlock said as if he hadn't heard Lestrade. 'He pushed me into the pool out of the way of the explosion.'

'He's a hero then.'

'I told him heroes don't exist. And I still believe that.' Sherlock ran his eyes over John, who was being lifted onto a stretcher.

'Sherlock-'

'But if they did exist,' Sherlock cut in. 'he would be one.'

Lestrade was taken aback by this show of…well emotion from Sherlock.

Sherlock chose that moment to collapse.

 

Comments

[morganstuart.livejournal.com]

Oh... oh... I loved the original, but this is absolutely stunning, as well.

What a chilling glimpse of Moriarty.

He would have sung it out loud, but he remembered the warnings his instructors gave him about it not being appropriate.

You win. :D

[prettybirdy979.livejournal.com]

Thanks!

Win what? =D

[morganstuart.livejournal.com]

Win what? =D

Everything.

With your choice of a scarf, a jumper, or a skull on top. :P

[prettybirdy979.livejournal.com]

*blushes* Can I have all three? =D

[morganstuart.livejournal.com]

LOL! But of course!

[sc010f.livejournal.com]

Oh, yes... that last glimpse of Moriarty is excellent!

Lovely!

[prettybirdy979.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

[aescu.livejournal.com]

Very appropriate song choice, Lestrade ;D

I like the very authentic feeling of this story.

[prettybirdy979.livejournal.com]

Thank you. There's about eight years of first aid training behind it so I'm glad it shows! =D

[thrance-86.livejournal.com]

...keeping them in time with the beat of 'Another bites the Dust' that was playing in his head. He would have sung it out loud, but he remembered the warnings his instructors gave him about it not being appropriate.

LoL! That's what I was told as well, which is why they suggested an alternate song for us to use - BeeGees' Staying Alive. Which is probably better if you accidentally hum it out loud. :D

[prettybirdy979.livejournal.com]

We were told that too but I always end up going too fast so I prefer 'Another one bites the dust'. I'll just have to hope if I ever do CPR for reall I don't hum. =)

Thanks for the comment!

[maypanic.livejournal.com]

"Anothe One Bites the Dust. " No, prob not the most comforting thing to hum. :P My instructor suggested "Stayin' Alive" which might go over better. Hee! I appreciated your mention that cpr doesn't make the heart start back without a defib but just keeps the blood and oxygen flowing. If only someone would explain that to writers of shows.

Intense story, you put us right there in the scene breathing smoke and squinting past the dark. Nice job.

[prettybirdy979.livejournal.com]

Probably not. I was told that song but I always end up going fast with it so I prefer 'Another One Bites the Dust'.

I know! It's the first thing we were told when I'm taught CPR (And I've been taught CPR at least a dozen times in the last eight years) but writers still can't figure it out!

Thank you. I'm glad you liked it!

[emmarrrrr.livejournal.com]

Cackling at Another One Bites The Dust because yes, we do still teach that. Failing that, Nelly the Elephant. (No, really, it works.)

I am so in love with this! Sherlock's reaction! AUGH. I WANT TO HUG HIM.

[prettybirdy979.livejournal.com]

I know. I'm taught CPR at least once a year (Surf Club and a Dad who is an instructor and needs willing patients) and that's always used. Never heard of Nelly the Elephant but we were also told 'Stayin' Alive'.

Thanks!

[errantcomment]

Look at this it is awesome.
Especially the last part- just the right amount of humour to level out the goo. Lovely.
Thanks. ^^

[prettybirdy979.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I'm glad you liked it!

[jerel.livejournal.com]

Good story. Now I have to go back and read the other one. :)

[prettybirdy979.livejournal.com]

If you want to. =)

Thanks!

[day221b.livejournal.com]

I really enjoyed this! Looking forward to reading more of your work!!

[prettybirdy979.livejournal.com]

Thanks!

[c0ntrarywise.livejournal.com]

'But if they did exist,' Sherlock cut in. 'he would be one.'

My heart. It is broke.

And Moriarty smiling and not being dead! I loved this story, I think I'll go check out the original :P

[prettybirdy979.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to break hearts... =)

Okay!

Thanks for the lovely comment!

[texan-elf.livejournal.com]

That is just beautiful.

favorite bit:'I told him heroes don't exist. And I still believe that.' Sherlock ran his eyes over John, who was being lifted onto a stretcher.

'Sherlock-'

'But if they did exist,' Sherlock cut in. 'he would be one.'

[prettybirdy979.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

[elgraves.livejournal.com]

I love this, though I admit it makes me wonder what happens next. FYI, a total won for "another one bites the dust". *giggle*

[prettybirdy979.livejournal.com]

Thanks!

So do I. =)

Of course. You have to thank my instructor for that one. =D

[geaven.livejournal.com]

Lestrade was grateful for all the first aid lectures he had had to attend as he began to count out 30 compressions, keeping them in time with the beat of 'Another One Bites the Dust' that was playing in his head. He would have sung it out loud, but he remembered the warnings his instructors gave him about it not being appropriate.

That's when I started sniggering and sort of couldn't stop, despite the seriousness of the situation. Awesome fic though. :)

[prettybirdy979.livejournal.com]

Thanks!

Glad you liked it, and got a laugh. =)