AN: I don't own any of them. But I wouldn't entirely mind being owned by Irene...
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Irene Adler looked at the man pacing in the living room, muttering to himself, and asked: „Does he do that often?"
Dr. Watson smiled. „Well, he is a high-functioning sociopath."
Irene laughed in response, a clear, ringing laugh. Then she turned her head to look at the doctor and asked: "You don't actually believe that, do you?"
He smirked. "I am a doctor. And I moved in with him and live with him."
She nodded. "Didn't think you did."
John Watson frowned. "How do you know, though?"
She furrowed her brow slightly, apparently thinking about how to phrase it, then said: "When you first met me, in my house in Belgravia. After that...skirmish with the CIA. He told me that I was very calm, and sounded surprised about that. I thought he was talking about him having my phone – that would have certainly made me not-calm, if I didn't have any plan how to recover it. But then he said, 'your booby trap has just killed a man.'"
She didn't add anything else, because she knew the doctor would understand. And he did.
He was silent for a while, then said: "He said pretty much the same thing to me, you know. The first case we've worked on together. I shot the man who was trying to make him commit suicide. Then Sherlock came and asked me if I was alright. I had no idea what he was talking about – he was the one who almost died, not me. But he said, 'you have just killed a man.'" He paused. "It never even occurred to me that this could be an issue."
Irene nodded. "He is...strangely innocent, isn't he?"
"Yes."
"The virgin..." She muttered under her breath.
"What?" Doctor Watson asked, startled.
"Nothing. Just a name I've heard someone use for him. It just occurred to me that it was fitting in more than one sense."
The doctor nodded thoughtfully.