Author's Note:
Dun
dun dun dun! The chapter is finally here! Yup, I finally decided that
it was time for Sherlock and Irene to go on their date! But before
they do, I need to say that Jolly is a definite possibility as a side
romance. And I'm sorry if my (Sherlock's) deductions are bad. I'm not
as clever as Moffat is. I have been drowning in homework, hence this
late chapter. On the other hand, summer is almost here! That means
that I'll be updating more than once every half year. And for any
Percy Jackson fans that might be reading this, I'll be starting up my
“The Story of Liriana Pearl Jackson” again. It will go up in another tab. I already have like 5 chapters done, so the updates will go fast. And so, the following
is my summer updating schedule that I will do my best to follow.
Monday:
TSoLIP (The Story of Liriana Pearl Jackson)
Tuesday:
WSDK (What Sherlock Didn't Know)
Wednesday:
Nothing
Thursday:
Nothing
Friday:
New Story (I've yet to decide what fandom and title)
Saturday:
A one-shot, or nothing.
Sunday:
Accompanying Materials to my stories (Song-Fics, One-Shots, etc.
etc.)
Sorry
for the ridiculously long author's note.
I
fiddled with my tie. The thing was not
being very co-operative. I tried hard to remember what John had
taught me about tying a good tie knot, but it seemed that I had
deleted the (at the time) not-so important skill from the hard drive
that is my mind. At that moment, John reached over from where he was
sitting on his armchair.
“Here, I'll help you with that, you incompetent buffoon.”
Reluctantly, I let John's nimble fingers tie a neat four-in-hand.
“You
did not just call
Sherlock Holmes an incompetent buffoon.”
“Oh yes I did.”
“I think you need the harpoon again.”
“Where did you even get that thing?”
“Not telling!”
“You know, for a mad genius, you sure are childish.”
“There's no point in growing up if you can't be a child sometimes.”
“That's-
that's- the most un-Sherlock
thing that I've ever heard. She must have really changed you.”
“Yeah, she really did. But that reminds me, as much I'd like to
continue talking with you, I have a date to go on with a beautiful
woman, so I'll be leaving now.”
“That sounds profane coming from your mouth.”
“Goodbye, John.”
I huffed as I went outside. Irene would be here any minute no- Ah,
there she was.
“Hello, Ms. Adler.”
“Sherlock. You're looking gorgeous today.” My heart skipped a
beat. Ridiculous.
“You're looking beautiful yourself.”
“Thank you!” Irene was obviously (pleasantly) surprised, as well
as genuinely glad to see me. Which was good. Very good. Very, very-
oh shut up, Sherlock.
“Well, Ms. Adler-”
“Please, call me Irene.”
“Fine.
As I was saying, Irene,
I think that we should get going. I have reservations at a quaint
little place, nothing too fancy, but I've eaten there before and the
food is marvelous.” I hoped I didn't sound too
nervous.
“That sounds wonderful.”
I hailed the next passing taxi and opened the door.
“After you.” Irene stepped in, and I sat next to her.
“The Golden Phoenix, if you please,” I told the cabby. He nodded
and drove off.
“So, Sherlock. You call me here, dress up for it, and make
reservations at a lovely-sounding restaurant. What do you want from
me?” I was slightly hurt that she thought I wanted something from
her, but that wasn't too far from my old nature.
“Your company.”
“You expect me to believe that?”
“Well, no. But it's true nonetheless.”
Irene sighed.
“I'll ask again when dinner is over. I still don't believe you, but
there's no point spoiling our lovely little evening, is there?”
“Correct, milady.”
“Since when did you become so soft-spoken? Are you sure you're
alright? Are you sure you're even Sherlock?” Irene was teasing, but
it annoyed me.
“Yes, I'm Sherlock. And I'm fine. My brain will never dull. Don't
worry about my identity. I thought that you were intelligent enough
to see that I'm me. No impostor would be able to look exactly like
me.” I snapped, reverting back to my ordinary self again.
“There we go. I think I like that far better than the soft-spoken
Sherlock.”
“Really now? You like it when people snap at you? Interesting.”
This revelation helped me too loosen up just a bit. Or maybe a lot.
“Well, when you phrase it like that... What I meant was that I like
it when you're true to your nature. When you put up a soft-spoken
gentleman attitude for me, I don't like it. I feel like you're lying
to me, even if every word that comes out of your gorgeous mouth is
true.”
“Well. That's useful information,” I smirked.
“What's with the smirk?”
“It's good to know that you find me so attractive that you feel the
need to put something about my attractiveness into every sentence
that includes something about my body.”
“Wonderful. He's getting an even bigger ego, if that's humanly
possible.”
“All because of you, milady.”
“You just said that to annoy me.”
“Not true. Lady Irene is my lady,” I said, flashing another
smirk.
“Are you... flirting with me, my lord?” Irene asked, clearly
thinking “Two can play at that game!”
“Maybe. Maybe not.”
“You
are such a child.”
“Milady is not the first one to have told me that today,” I said,
thinking of John. “As well, milady should step out of the cab, as
we are at the restaurant,” I continued.
“Well. I thought you said it wasn't fancy.”
“It isn't,” I blinked.
“Sherlock! This must have cost you a fortune!”
“It didn't cost a cent. The owner of the place owes me, and so
insisted I didn't pay. But I could easily have covered the cost, so I
didn't know what he was going on about.”
“Thank you for bringing me here.” Her voice had heartfelt thanks
and it made me fell all warm and fuzzy on the inside.
But once inside, the food was too good for much conversation. Our
conversation had been pretty much reduced to comments on how good our
meal was. The first course was white asparagus with a lavender
infusion. This may not sound very tempting, but it was incredible.
“This asparagus is the best thing I've ever tasted.”
“There's more to come, so save some of your stomach, milady.”
That was basically how our entire meal went. The champagne that we
had along with the meal was also some of the best I have ever tasted.
“It feels like I'm drinking the stars,” Irene remarked.
“Best description I've ever heard, milady.”
As we left the restaurant, Irene was leaning heavily on my arm,
having drunken a bit too much champagne and wine. And I? I was the
happiest man on earth. I hailed another cabby, and took Irene back to
Baker Street. John had already gone up to bed. I laid Irene carefully
onto my bed, and took out our spare mattress to sleep on the floor.
Before I went to bed however, Irene shifted on my bed.
“Kiss me goodnight, Sherlock,” she slurred
I walked over the the edge of my bed and kissed her lightly on the
cheek.
“On the lips, you moron.”
I then carefully, carefully pressed my mouth to hers.
“There we go. Thanks for dinner. It was wonderful...” And with
that, she fell asleep.
I grinned, still feeling her delicate lips on mine.
“Goodnight, my angel.”
Author's Note:
Okay, I know everybody is OOC here, but it had to be done for the
next part of my story. So please don't flame me going “OOC!
Everybody's OOC! You will burn in fanfiction hell for this!”
However, comments are appreciated. I will do my best to adhere to the
schedule at the start of the chapter. I hope you all like
flirty!Sherlock, because I'll be putting more of him in. Sorry for
getting Irene drunk. (I know I'm rambling, but it's late at night and
I really need to be getting this done, so...) Next week I'll be
posting Chapter 1 redone. It'll be Sherlock's monologue, but longer,
better, and in the correct time period. During the summer, things
like that will be posted on Sundays. As well, brownie points to
whoever understands what Sherlock and Irene's meal is based on.
Comment if you know (and include where it came from if you do know)
and if you don't, comment anyways! Sorry for my rambling and the two
ridiculously long author's notes here.
Peace, Love, and Baby Ducks,
Wendy KL/ vivagreen
