I'm bbbbaaaacccckkkk! Lol, hey guys! Well I saw you guys loving on my Sherlock work so I wanted to make another! Oh and poppets I have so many ideas! Anyway on with the show.
P.S. Carmella and Adrian are back! And get ready for Georgie!
"Well I really don't know Carmella."
"I'm telling you John you'd love her, she is just a peach!"
"Shirley huh?"
"That's right."
"Excuse me."
John Watson and Carmella Cobromance looked up from the wash sink to see their professor glaring down at them.
"I didn't know you thought my class was a chat for lonely singles." The professor snarled.
"To be fair sir, John is the lonely one so-"Carmella started only to have John elbow her in the side.
"Get to your cadaver, now." The burly man of a professor growled and the two doctors in trained jogged over to their red headed pal.
Adrian, all six feet and five inches of the lean American was slicing the stiff with a kind of vigor that only he could muster.
"Got a good one this time! Heart attack!" he said a little too much enthusiasm.
"Oh calm down Adrian everyone already knows you're crazy." Carmella rolled her brown eyes behind her glasses.
"We should get started; we're already in enough trouble." John said and pulled on a pair of gloves.
"Adrian, back me up, Sher would be just the perfect gal for John." Carmella said putting a pair of gloves on her pale hands.
Adrian's blue eyes lifted from the chest cavity of the body to Carmella, "Sher?"
"Yes, Sherly…do paid attention." Carmella said picking up a scalpel.
"Ah, Sherly, yeah John you'd love, her." Adrian said and sliced open a vein, "Would you look at that." He breathed.
"Honestly, doctor." John huffed, "Coroner is more like it."
"Medical Examiner, John, please… you know this by now" Adrian said slicing a little more carefully.
Carmella sighed, "In training, Adrian, don't get so carried away."
John chuckled and he too put his hands inside the body to begin the assignment from earlier in the week.
"Hey, I'm home!" Carmella shouted carrying a bag of take out and as soon as she came up she ducked as a plate nearly missed her head, "Bored again are we Sherly?" she sighed.
Sherlock Holmes lay half sitting, legs up on the back of a chair in his pajamas, torso on the floor and a stack of cheap dishware at his side.
"Yes. Yes I am." He stated matter-of-factly.
Carmella sighed again and walked over to the kitchen to unload the small mountain of food on the always cluttered kitchen table. Mrs. Hudson ran up the stairs, her floral dress looking rumpled as she hit the kitchen.
"I," she took a breath, "heard," she took a breath, "crashing." She said and took another big breath.
"Oh please sit Mama." Carmella said and pulled a chair up for the old woman of 62.
"Is everything alright?" Mrs. Hudson asked as Carmella handed her a glass of water.
"Of course Mama Hudson, Sherlock is just bored," Carmella started to explain and another plate smashed against the wall, "and breaking flatware."
"Goodness me, why is he doing that?" Mrs. Hudson asked and looked into the living room where Sherlock had his arm cocked back and let another cheap plate smash into the wall.
"Because he's Sherlock." Carmella muttered and pulled out some General Tao's chicken, "Sherlock, come eat!"
Sherlock got up and shuffled into the kitchen and pulled up a seat.
"Oh dear, your hair is getting long, you should let me cut it." Mrs. Hudson said a little worriedly.
"Rather not." Sherlock grumbled.
"Oh hush, eat," Carmella said and put the General Tao's chicken in front of Sherlock, "Sure Mama Hudson, care to stay for dinner?"
"Oh no dear the girls and I are having bridge night, come down tomorrow Sherlock, good night kids." The old lady smiled and went back down the stairs.
"I don't want my hair cut." Sherlock pouted and ate a piece of chicken.
"You do if you want your date to like you." Carmella said and dumped some white rice into her Sweet and Sour chicken.
Sherlock looked up in shock, "You got me a date? Wait, Adrian doesn't count."
Carmella laughed, "I'll be sure to tell him that, but no it's that cute little John from my class."
"I remember him from picking you up, wasn't he straight?" Sherlock asked eating a little more now.
"Oh he may say it but I'm pretty sure he's in the closet." Carmella said starting to eat.
"He has a girlfriend?" Sherlock asked and plucked and egg roll for himself.
"You remember Molly?" Carmella asked stealing an egg roll for herself.
"Of course, she has a girlfriend, she always smells of her now, and she isn't pining after me." Sherlock shrugged and took a bite of the vegetable egg roll.
"John's girlfriend, Sarah? Yeah, she's the reason why." Carmella smirked.
"No," Sherlock breathed.
"Yes, says John doesn't really touch her, thinks he's gay." Carmella said; she did love talking gossip with Sherlock.
"Who John?" Adrian asked coming into the kitchen and took a seat.
"Yeah, this one is yours." Carmella said shoving a container to Adrian.
"Oh yeah, he's gay Sher, got the cutest ass too, seen his change, ooo baby I'd like-"
"Adrian, we're at the table." Carmella scolded.
"What? I'm just saying, Sherlock if you don't I will." Adrian said opening his food and breaking out a pair of chop sticks.
"And he knows about me?" Sherlock asked and looked at the exchanged look on the medical student's faces, "He doesn't."
"He may think you a woman." Carmella said and took a bite of food to refrain from saying more.
"May?" Sherlock echoed raising a skeptical brow.
"Ok, he thinks you're a woman named Sherly." Adrian piped up and stole some of Carmella's white rice.
"Look, Sher, I know you might not like it but I just had to set it up that way, John's father is a military man, army?"
"Army." Adrian confirmed.
"Right, army, so he's not too sure on coming out, you know?" Carmella smiled and patted Sherlock's arm.
Sherlock sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, "Of course."
Carmella smiled sadly, "Cheer up Sherly, why don't you come by tomorrow and you can do that deduction thing you do so well on him."
Sherlock smiled, "That deduction thing?"
"Yes that deduction thing." Carmella said and took a bite of more chicken.
"Hmm, perhaps I shall." Sherlock said, an evil smile curling on his lips.