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"It got colder that's where it ends. So I told her we'd still be friends. Then we made our true love vow. Wonder what she's doing now. Summer dreams ripped at the seams but, oh, those Summer Nights."

"What were you singing?" Sherlock asked laboriously. He didn't bother to open his eyes.

"A song from my favorite movie when I was kid. I thought it fit the drama of the moment."

He smiled. She was making jokes about her own death. It was quite the opposite of the Sally Donovan he started the night with. "What was it about?"

"A girl and a guy. They're in love but they are too different. So the guy tries to be more like the girl but that doesn't work out so the girl tries to be more like the guy and that works. Then they drive his car off into the sky."

"Sounds," pant, "like a healthy," pant, "relationship." Sweat was starting to bead on his face and neck.

"Tell me about it…" Sally frowned. "No… it couldn't… why would he…" Sherlock opened one eye to peer at her.

She was going as fast as her oxygen deprived body would carry her. "What?" was all Sherlock could think to say. He couldn't follow.

She ran to the back of the car. "Thunderbird… 1950's, 1960's… HA! This Moriarty is one sick bastard."

She was pacing and smiling glancing at the car then to the lock. "Sherlock, rev the engine. I know the answer."

"Wait a minute." He was slightly more awake now. They were probably using their last reserves of energy before death. "Would you care to elaborate?"

She knew something Sherlock Holmes didn't understand. The realization of this didn't please her as much as it would have before last night though. "Isn't it obvious the ice, math trying not to scream, starting the car?"

Sherlock still had the look of being lost on his face. "Is this what it's like in your mind?" She wondered. "You understand everything so quickly and everyone doesn't follow what should be so simple?" She threw her hands up in the air limping and pacing. "I mean I've practically said the answer alrea-"

"Sally!"

"The ice. I've got chills. The math. They're multiplying. Staying silent. I'm losing all control. Starting the engine. The power you're supplying. When you answered wrong. It's electrifying! That's 'You're the One That I want!" She tapped her mouth. "What did he say? Before the math thing? There are worse things I could do. We go together! Danny was in the T-birds!"

Sally limped over to the door smiling. "Grease. The answer is Grease. My favorite movie as a kid. It all fits. Now rev the engine, Holmes!"

That first breath of fresh air was the most amazing thing she'd ever felt. Sherlock stumbled after her, collapsing as soon as he was free. With each breath, he felt more and more awake. Sally had collapsed next to him on the hard concrete. Their gazes met and the stared for a while before breaking out into peals of laughter.

"Fuck you, Jim Moriarty!" She stuck her middle finger to the sky.

Sherlock just smiled feeling the snow fall onto his face. He let her have her victory for now, but he knew this couldn't be it. If Moriarty wanted them dead, they would be dead. James Moriarty had something up his sleeves.

"Come on, Sergeant." He stood up and helped her to her feet.

They had been in the middle of 3 newly built warehouses built on waterfront property. There were no towns or houses anywhere near, just a road parallel with the coast and green fields covered with new snow.

Sally was shaking violently from the cold. Despite have the coat, she was losing a lot of heat from her bare feet. Luckily, they didn't have much of a wait.

An old hatchback car pulled over for them. The driver was a man his early 20's with shocking red hair. "You two alright?"

Western Sussex, Sherlock noted from his accent. "Could you give us a ride to your nearest hospital?"

Sally's foot was wrapped. She'd have to use crutches until her stitches healed. She was exhausted but she didn't want to stay at the Brighton hospital any longer. Greg had brought her a change of clothes and she was slipping them on getting ready to leave.

Her nurse walked in. "Mr. Holmes would like to see you." Sally's face twitched to a smile. She hadn't seen Sherlock since he went to get his wrist x-rayed.

"Send him in." She was lacing up the shoe on her good foot when she heard someone clear their throat.

Surprise and then disappointment washed over her face for just second. Mycroft Holmes raised an eyebrow. "Hello, Sally."

"Mycroft," she greeted. "How is Sherlock?"

"His wrist is sprained but that shock he sustained has the doctors worried. They're making him stay overnight."

"I'm sure he'll pull through. He's like a roach; Tough and all that."

Mycroft smiled. "Indeed. I won't keep you much longer. Lestrade is waiting for you and my car is waiting for me. I just wanted to say thank you. You saved my brother's life."

"He saved my life too," she blushed slightly.

"But how often does Sherlock need saving? I think this ordeal reminded him that people need people, even if he doesn't act like a person all the time."

Sally felt herself nearly stand up for Sherlock Holmes. She stopped herself though. They were siblings after all; Mycroft probably knew better than she did. Instead Sally decided to ask him a question.

"Do you know what Sherlock's favorite movie was as a kid?"

Mycroft paused, not expecting that. After thinking he said, "I do not. But I do remember watching The Goonies with him. If he wanted me to do something for him from then on, I made him do the…" he paused, trying to remember what he wanted to say. "The Truffle Shuffle."

If you don't know what the Truffle Shuffle is, Google it. I was debating on whether I should include this part or not but I thought it humanized him just a little bit more.