I don't own anything but the stories they tell me alast the characters are not mine. Everyone has seen the season finally part one and duo I hope…I started this after part one…so this is how I believe it should have went maybe… this the start but not the end. Read, rate, comment, enjoy and tell if I should continue Beta if you really love me.
Reciprocity
It wasn't the last 48 hours that scared her although it should have been. Joan had been kidnap, watched a patient murdered and discovered the biggest liar of them all. Learning the truth knowing that he could lie with such apathy was nauseating. It could all be so simple, being with Mycroft was easier all of the charm and none of the sting of Sherlock's crass nature. So why did it hurt to see the disdain in his eye about her decision.
She was use to flippant nature. His impudent disregarded for cordial formalities of interaction with most people…with most people but the contempt at which the words rushed out of his mouth were like daggers piercing her thinly veiled framed even if they were cloaked in a placid coolness.
Now back at the brownstone and the option of belittling a fugitive aside. Sherlock couldn't understand why would Watson allow herself to be circumvented by his perfidious brother and engage in cotious with such an ignominious person. Why would she sleep with him he questioned himself again his mind calculating all the possible reason which there was no acceptable answer in his rational. He thought he had lost her and if he had he knew would've been partially to blame. Sherlock knew in his narcissistic need to end the ensorcing spell that Mycroft had over Watson he almost lost his partner. Joan was his partner,… companion for only her would he act so plebeian and ask for assistance from the same men who he provided his services. He couldn't forget the way he discovered them. Mycroft had once again defiled Watson with his mendacity. His eyed focused on his on the hollow book as his minded wonder a little too long about the alternative route he could choose without Watson he would not be able to thrive in such a manner. Watson was as impuissant against Mycroft as Sherlock was to her so he had to remain perspicacious as ever and focus on keeping Watson safe and with him.