Inspired by the story Enchanted by BethXP, I really wanted to write a story that I can ship myself with Sherlock :D
You can also ship yourself (another reason why I'm dedicating this to BethXP) by thinking of your name when you read my name :)
Enjoy!
"Of all the men in the world, you fancy him?" Your friend Allison says to you, confused. You finally told her about how you fancy your mutual friend Jason, and you tell her unsuspecting that she loves him.
"What's wrong with that?" You retort, crossing your arms. You both are at CocoUK, a little café in central London, where the two of you work as researchers for the Liberal party MP Jane Lawson. It's lunch, so the two of you got bagels and coffee. You have your long brown coat with the brass buttons wrapped around you, your teal bowler hat on your head, and your long brown hair pulled to a side braid.
"Sophie, Jason is a Class A prick. He's shagged half the Conservative interns, and he's making his way through the Laborers." She says to you. You simply roll your eyes.
"Allison, I'm twenty-six, hardly young enough to be young and naïve like the Conservative interns." You take a bite out of your bagel.
"Yeah, you're also the oldest researcher in the flipping British Government! Grow up, Sophie, get a real job. Become an MP or something. Just move on with your life."
"You really want me to get over Jason, don't you?"
"He's an MP, he's ten years older than you, he's a womanizer, and you don't even like him!"
"I think you're in love with him, and you're just jealous because he actually likes me too. You just want him for yourself." You say to her with a sharp tongue. Standing up, you throw at her one last mean look before leaving the café.
Turning the corner, you nearly run straight into somebody.
"Jason!" you exclaim. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you there!" You pat his shoulder. He's not wearing an overcoat, despite it being January and snow all over the ground. He's only got his suit on, black hair slightly disheveled. It makes you wonder if what Allison said is true, and that he's always shagging somebody.
"Hello Sophie. Would you mind getting out of the way?" He moves you aside by the shoulders, then breaks into a sprint. Another man comes running around the corner into you. However, he doesn't apologize to you, just keeps running after Jason. A shorter, blonde man runs into you after the tall, black-haired man runs after Jason.
"Sorry!" he says to you, then runs after the taller man.
Confused, you make sure that no one else is running around the corner. It's all clear, so you continue back to the office building where you work with the MPs.
-.-.-
Things are tense between you and Allison, as you two work in the same office. You haven't seen Jason since lunch, and you begin to worry that those men chasing him were doing something bad to him.
At six-o-clock, you switch on the news in the office. It's routine for you to turn on the news every hour, to check poll standings and other politics. Jane comes out of her office into yours and Allison's, and sits on the edge of your desk. The female news anchor talks about a political scandal.
"At noon today, Conservative MP Jason Northwood was arrested for the rape and murder of ten women in the last year." The news anchor says, and a picture of Jason comes on the screen.
"What?" both you and Allison yell at the TV. Jane seems happy that theres no competition now for the marriage law bill.
"He has been immediately removed from office, and an emergency election is to be instigated for a replacement, Liberal or Conservative." Says the anchorwoman.
"Sophie! You could run!" Alison looks at you across the desk.
"What? And lose my best researcher?" Jane smiles at you, but you ignore her and run out the door.
You run straight for the office of the head MP of elections, located across the atrium that reaches up through all six floors.
"Ah, Sophie." Says Rodger Hill, the head MP of elections. "You didn't knock."
"I'm sorry Mr. Hill, but I just saw the news." You breathe, whipped from running so fast. "I'd like to run to replace Jason Northwood's position."
"I'll put in a good word for you, but the vote is not by the council, it's by the voters of his region. Are you up for campaigning?" He asks you sincerely.
"More than anything!" You exclaim happily. Mr. Hill hands you some sort of application, and you take it with warm hands.