Well, here we are again. It seems that there is a niche for Sherene fanfics, and as people seem to like this fic, I am back with another chapter. I'm so glad and flattered that y’all like my work. And sorry for the late chapter. Enjoy!
I sighed, and
collapsed into my chair, laying the harpoon back against this table. John made
a beeline to my room, where Irene was sleeping.
“Where, exactly, are
you going?”
John stopped.
“You know where I’m
going. I’m going to wake Irene up.”
“No, you’re not.” I
closed my eyes and placed my hands under my chin, fingertips together.
“Why not?” John
sounded slightly annoyed.
“Because she’s already
up.” At that, Irene herself waltzed into the room. I opened one eye a slit, and
felt my heart skip a beat.
“Hello, boys. Your
bath is pititfully small, but your bed is quite nice, Sherlock.”
“Speaking of Sherlock,
I think that he has something to say to you.”
John’s voice sounded like he was suppressing a smile, and I made a
mental note to re-introduce my harpoon to him later.
I opened my eyes.
“Yes, I do. What,
exactly, Ms. Adler, are you doing in my home? It was very comfortable, before
you got here.” Which was true, but not in the way that I meant for it to sound
like.
John sighed, and
buried his face in his hands. Did he really expect me to get on my knees and
pour my heart out to her? This was going to take time and serious
planning.
“One would almost
think you didn’t want me here, Sherlock.” Her hurt tone made my heart beat
painfully fast. This was disgusting. I allow myself to fall into this ‘trap’,
fine, I’ve accepted that, but now I let the ‘trapper’ play me like a violin?
“Well of course I
don’t want you here. You’ve just broken into my flat, used my bath, and fallen
asleep in my bed.”
“I’m sorry, if an
apology is what you’re looking for.”
“I’m not looking for
an apology, Ms. Adler. I’m looking for you to leave.”
“If that’s what you
want… Mr. Holmes.”
She walked out,
slamming the door as she went. I watched her go with an odd satisfaction, yet
wanting her back at the same time. So this was emotion. It was terrible, but
sweet all at once. Sometimes one came out strong, sometimes the other.
“Sherlock, what were
you thinking?”
“What do you mean,
John?”
“Exactly what I just
said. What. Were. You. Thinking? If you want someone you love to love you back,
you don’t act like a complete and total bastard! Anyone who had listened to
that conversation would never have thought, in their wildest dreams, that you loved
Irene!”
“Good. Just what I was
looking for.”
“I THOUGHT YOU WANTED
HER TO LOVE YOU!” What was John getting
all worked up about?
“Calm down. I can’t
change my attitude towards her too suddenly, or else she’ll think that all I
wanted was to use her for something.”
“You never thought about
it that way when you want body parts from Molly.”
“Yes, but she’s Molly.
She doesn’t care. All she wants is attention from me, false or real.”
“Sherlock, it doesn’t
matter. Give her some real attention. Get to know her.”
“Why should I? The only
woman I care about is Irene.”
“Irene wouldn’t want
to date a bastard.”
“She’s a bastard.”
“I thought you loved
her.”
“I love her for her
bastard-ness.”
“It doesn’t matter.
Irene will like you better if you treat everybody else like they were human
beings, not ants under your boots.”
“But they are! I’m so
far ahead of them!”
“It. Doesn’t. Matter.”
I sighed. I could,
grudgingly, see that John had a point.
“Even Anderson ?”
John smiled.
“Fine, everyone except
Anderson . Can’t
expect too much from you at one time, I guess.”
“I can handle
anything! You can never expect too much from me!”
“So you’ll be nice to Anderson ?”
“… Everything except
being nice to Anderson .
Anderson is an
exception from everything.”
“Even life?”
“You know what I mean,
John.”
Author's Note:
A dialogue-driven
chapter. What do you guys think? Even though Molly is mentioned, this will not
be a Sherolly fic. Expect one from me later, after this is done. :P If you want another, fill out the box
beneath this message. You know the one.
Peace, Love, and Baby Ducks,
Wendy Kl/vivagreen
