Chapter 1: The Woman (REDONE)

Author's Note:

Hello! I'm back again! This chapter is Chapter 1 redone. I'd like to make clear that this is somewhat of a crack!chapter, and I intended for this to be funny, so please don't take this too seriously. Enjoy!

The journey had long and tiring, requiring much concentration and hand-eye co-ordination. It had been so long... so long....

What had this journey been, you might ask. Well, I, Sherlock Holmes, had been to the supermarket to buy some milk. It had been horrible! There had been so many different types of milk, and then there was the cream, pretending to be milk and messing me up. But that horrifying experience was a story for another time. Right now, I was home. And I needed a nap.

I walked towards my bedroom, where I could rest up for the rest of the day, as I felt really drained and needed to have my brain functional again so that I could deal with any cases that just might come my way. But the instant I walked into my room, I knew that I would not be getting any rest at that moment.

Irene Adler lay stretched out on my bed, looking delicate and peaceful. While I knew in my heart that she was none of those things, I still loved the thought that being in my room could make her feel safe enough that she could let her guard down like that. Once I got past that unreasonable feeling, I got to the greater question: What was she doing in my bed? As much as I loved having her around, I still liked knowing when she would be coming, and being there to greet her, instead of having her break into my flat.

You may have realized something, and you may be shocked at the realization. But yes. The great, emotionless Sherlock Holmes had fallen in love. With Irene Adler no less.

As I pondered my next course of action, I realized that I was far too tired out by my milk-buying adventure to think properly. But that didn't stop me from trying to pick the right thing to do. First, I listed out all the possibilities.

1. Wake her up.
2. Crawl into the bed with her and snuggle for awhile.
3. Pour ice-cold water on her.
4. Do nothing.
5. Go to sleep in John's room.
6. Draw on her face.
7. Or arms...
8. Or feet...
9. Pretend to be a dragon so she'll wake up,
10. Pretend to be a unicorn so she'll think that she broke into the wrong flat so she'll feel super awkward.

By the time I got to 10, I realized that there was something seriously wrong with my brain. But pretending to be a unicorn would be fun, and then I can laugh when she starts to apologize for breaking into the wrong-

SHUT UP, SHERLOCK!

Okay. Much better. Must think of plan.

Can't think of plan.

To tell you the truth, she was just too distracting, lying there. She had her hair down, and looked so vulnerable in her sleep. It reminded her of the last couple of times that I had seen her with her hair down. Each time marked another stage in our relationship: first came tolerance, then friendship, and then finally, love. Ah, love. The oldest trap known to mankind, one that I had scorned for ages before I fell in it. How the mighty have fallen, you could say. Or you might say “FINALLY! THE IDIOT! THEY ARE SO OBVIOUSLY MEANT FOR EACH OTHER AND OH MY GOODNESS-” Hem. The second one totally wouldn't be the reaction of some of the people I tell *cough cough Molly cough cough*.

I think the milk I bought may have been mildly drugged.

Author's Note:

So, how did y'all like it? I hope it's funny, but I'm writing this really late at night (again), so I apologize for the crappiness. Yeah. That's pretty much all I have to say. Except a plea for comments, as always. (Thumbs up to the people who think that I should release a story entitled "The Milk Buying Adventure of Sherlock Holmes". Comment down below if you think I should!)

Peace, Love and Baby Ducks,

Wendy KL/ vivagreen