Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters that are part of the BBCverse of Sherlock. I wish I did. But I don't. So I merely write this for fun. Please do not sue.
I have an Author's Note below, some very mild spoilers for season 2. Just so you know. But general information first:
Title: A Scandal In Belgravia- A Different Take
Genre: Drama, mystery, angst, general, friendship
Warnings: Language, Death.
Spoilers: The name of the fic is the name of the first episode of Season 2. Plus the appearance of Irene Adler.
Summary: The wife of a self made billionaire has been murdered in her hotel room, in Belgravia. Sherlock is called in when there seems to be a connection to the wife, and he then reveals what the connection is, causing quite the scandal in itself. While Sherlock and John work the case, Sherlock reveals to John what his connection is to the woman. Meanwhile, the men are still recovering after the events of their face off with Moriarty at the end of The Great Game, and coming to terms with what the other means to them.
Author's Note:
A Scandal In Belgravia is Moffat and Gatiss's take on A Scandal In Bohemia, which brings in Irene Adler. Since we all have to wait for the show, I have my own impossible wish list when it comes to this, so I figured I write it out.
If you want the long version of my author's note, go ahead to the bottom of the chapter if you like, I don't want to put anyone off nor offend any shippers of Irene Adler/Sherlock Holmes. But here's the short version: Irene Adler will not be a romantic interest in this story, nor will the story be a romance.
I imagine Moffat and Gatiss have their own twist on the tale, no doubt.
Until this episode airs however, I am simply going to let my creative muses take me down a path of possibilities, like we all do.
A Scandal In Belgravia
Date: August 21st, A little over three months since The Great Game
Setting: Belgravia, London.
Place: The Berkley Hotel- The Chelsea Suite
Time: 5 pm
She stares at the phone in her hand, debating about whether to send the text or not.
It was stupid to come to London. Stupid to let Kendrick talk her into coming. She should have insisted on staying in the States, letting him go on his own.
But no, she stupidly thought it would be safe. After all it had been almost four years. People would have forgotten.
That was her first mistake.
Thinking that people would forget.
Some people have long memories.
So already in trouble, and only been in London for three days. She begged off going with Kendrick to his celebrations, saying she wasn't feeling well.
She didn't even have to act like it. She wasn't truly feeling well. The pit in her stomach since.. he...
She takes a deep breath.
He can't risk doing anything, that was the problem. Not without it getting out, something he fought so hard to contain in the first place.
So could she contact the one man she knew that could possibly help her?
Would the man help her? Considering how things were left the last time they spoke, she doubted it. No harm in trying.
The woman takes a deep breath and starts the text.
Sherlock. It's me. I'm in London. We need to talk.
She doesn't sign her text as she sends it. The man would know who it is.
Twenty minutes passes with no response. Twenty long minutes.
"Damn the man." She mutters, opening up her phone again to send another text.
Please Sherlock. I need help. You're the only one.
That ought to get his attention, pique his interest.
Five minutes later, there's a buzz on her mobile. She touches the screen.
NO. Help yourself. I'm not going to get caught up in your games.
SH
She lets out a shaky laugh. Oh God.
This is no game.
She bites back the urge to cry, gripping the phone in her right hand hard. Needing a drink, she moves to the edge of the bed, placing her feet on the rug, only to still at the sound of a click.
Not just any click.
She looks up, and dread hits her hard as she sees the gun. Bright green eyes meet furious grey eyes.
"Hello."
"Just hello is it?" She asks shakily. He was good. She didn't even hear a knock on the door. "How did you get in?"
He smiles cruelly. "I have my ways."
"Of course."
"Stupid of you coming back here."
"I know," she says simply. Nothing she has in her tricks will help her here. She hasn't used them in over three years.
He cocks the gun. "For what it's worth, this is going to hurt me more than you."
Two Hours Later: 7 pm
Kendrick Kingston, of Kingston Computer Technologies lets himself in his hotel room, As he passes through the main sitting room, he glances briefly into the bedroom, where he sees his wife laying across it.
"Adrianna, how's your stomach? Everyone was asking about you. I know you aren't feeling well, but you should come down to the party," he calls out, setting down the bouquet of roses he bought, and then slips off his jacket, laying it on the back of the sofa.
He frowns as there's no answer. Not even the sound of breathing.
"Adrianna?"
He turns and look into the bedroom. She's still laying there.
Deep inside the back of his mind, Kendrick senses something is not right. He walks up to the bedroom's entrance. "Adrianna what is-" He stops dead in his tracks, his stomach clenching a the sight before him.
His wife of two and a half years, on the bed, with a bullet between her eyes.
"ADRIANNA!"
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Longer Author's Note:
Here's the bit that got me a bit long winded, and apologies in advance, once more:
Irene Adler. She showed up in one book of Sherlock Holmes, and after that most people and movies (including the Robert Downey Jr one) seem to take her as a love interest of Sherlock Holmes. The actual book she appeared in never actually portrayed her as one from the discussions I've been involved in, and what I read about A Scandal In Bohemia. She's simply just someone who was able to outwit Sherlock, and being able to do so, Sherlock admired her for it. In a later book he remarks how a couple men and one woman have bested him, referencing Irene Adler.
No one knows what the creators of BBC Sherlock are going to do with Irene Adler of course, but there is the fear of turning her into an love interest for Sherlock. An understandable fear at that considering how she's been portrayed as.
In BBC Sherlock, the creators have made Sherlock as someone clearly not interested in physical sexual relationships, that a girlfriend is not really his area and he's married to his work ( From "A Study In Pink" episode 1), it's evident that it would seem out of character for Sherlock to honestly and suddenly become involved in a sexual, physical relationship with a woman without a lot of growing up to do and developing on his part.
I do see this version of Sherlock, who can be quite the actor (as evident in The Blind Banker and The Great Game), to fake a relationship with a woman for the work, to solve a case he's on. Again I do not see an actual relationship with the opposite sex working, and I have no problem with the idea of Benedict Cumberbatch's Sherlock not having one, as it would seem a huge leap for someone who considers himself a "high functioning sociopath" to leap into something like that so quickly. So far John Watson has been the only one who seems to have been able to secure a spot in Sherlock's life and become of any influence over the erratic, eccentric madman genius.
So apologies for the long Author's Note. Just needed to air it out. On with the story shall we?