Yes. I know. I have far too much going on right now, I shouldn't even dream of writing a whole new fic.
BUT I MUST.

I wasn't going to post this, as this is merely a fun story between my friends, but part of me believes it could be enjoyed.
It has good heart and it's going to be a very action filled, exciting fic. :3
If you like Loki, check out my fic Hidden Within.
If you like Sherlock, check out my fic Redbeard.
Etc, etc, etc.

Btw, Celeste is not related to Dean or Sam Winchester. ;)

Please let me know what you think in a review! It will be greatly appreciated!

Chapter 1: Skype Calls

The sound was excruciating. Absolutely, undeniably, annoying. With no comparison, not one, as to how irritable it actual was.
She had always thought so, whenever she used it as a teenager, whether it was studying for school exams, or talking to a parent from across the country.
The utterly exasperating rings seemed to suffocate your ears, and hinder your ability to think, clouding your mind with swift insults directed particularly harshly at whomever was calling you.

The Skype call had summoned Celeste Winchester from the depths of her mattress, only receiving a groan because of its rather successful attempt at waking her. She was sprawled out, her long, dirty-blonde hair floating like a puddle around her, and dripping down into her face, which was currently stuffed into the softness of her blue-plaid pillowcase. Her slender figure was tucked securely under the warmth of her sky-colored bed sheets, bearing the words, 'I'm a high-functioning sociopath – do your research' thickly in black contrast.

In her uncomfortable position, and reluctance to budge from the coziness of the patterned blanket she was curled into, she kicked several long-lasting stuffed animals from the edge of her bed. She peeked out from the shadowy fortress of blonde hair to gaze irritably at their slouched manner on the floor, their noses and ears drooping over in an attempt to thoroughly obey gravity.

Celeste sighed, and roughly wiped a hand over her face, squishing her nose upward, and wincing as she accidently poked herself in the eye.
She flew upwards upon realizing the Skype call was still blaring, and hurriedly sprang from the sheets that were so entirely tempting.

She nearly tripped over the length of her pajama bottoms, fruitfully covering the entirety of her feet, which were decorated with the faces of Marvel's Avengers; Hulk growling angrily, Thor 'huzzahing' proudly, Iron Man posing epically, and Spiderman looking frankly done-with-life.
Where Captain America and the others were – she didn't know.

She promptly stumbled toward her small dining room table, which was frankly located in the corner of her kitchen, rather forced into the area because of her lack in apartment space. She noticed her computer screen still open and displayed, revealing the caller.
She groaned, shaking her head with a laugh, and clicking 'Answer Call', her finger pushing against the mouse pad attached to the keyboard of her Mac.
The call connected, and she could hear the faint rustling on the other line.

Celeste smiled widely, and spun around, heading to search through her kitchen cupboards for her favorite mug, eager to have a cup of tea.

"Are you trying to kill me?" Celeste sighed contently, giggling to herself as her friend's laughter bustled through the connection.

She tapped the small, blue button of the kettle, hearing the water begin to heat, and then swiftly turned to face her computer, revealing her grinning friend on the small pop-up image.

"Hello there, Bella." Celeste smirked; preparing her cup for the water that would soon fill it. She smiled, pouring small spoonfuls of sugar into the small mug that read, 'Moriar-tea – that's what people brew', whilst taking glances back at her friend, who was currently trying to correctly position her camera.

"Catch you at a bad time?" Her gentle voice asked politely, even though Celeste was sure it was a tease.

"It's morning." She moaned with a slight nod, "Of course you caught me at a bad time."

Annabelle chuckled, shaking her head on the other end, her long, silky black hair falling gracefully over the darker complexion of her flawless skin.
"Celeste Winchester, it's noon! I called because I'm on my break."

"Ugh," Celeste groaned, shrugging as she poured the steaming hot water into her Sherlock fan-based mug she'd gotten a few Christmas' ago. "How long have you been up?"

Bella grinned and sighed in exhaustion at her friend's disgruntled state, "I've been up since five. Work starts at six."

Annabelle Lancaster was the most organized, and dedicated person Celeste had ever met. She was entirely satisfied with having unattainable knowledge in any subject, and just so, she always passed with flying colors in high school, where the two had first met. Freshmen year; the two of them were the quietest students in their whole Cambridge – a skilled, highly difficult, school program – entirety. So, they figured they'd just approach each other, seeing as though they were both shy and had a strong dislike for verbal interaction. Needless to say, they became quite great friends.
By junior year, they were constant study-buddies, pressured into a battle of trying to rid their report cards of dreaded Cs that continued to creep up on them. It was around that time that Celeste had introduced Bella to Sherlock, BBC's outstanding work of art. Annabelle Lancaster complied; before she knew it, she was faced with the conflicted emotions that haunt you throughout the entire show, and chew on the heartstrings further connected to your soul.
Senior year had been a bunch of fun, meeting new people (yeah, right!), and constantly fantasizing over the show, that is Sherlock.
When college came around, Bella left to study medicine and the sciences connected to becoming a doctor, whilst Celeste traveled out to Orlando, eager to work in animation and perhaps grab the opportunity of working for Disney, even though she mostly wished to publish her own books, one of which had already been distributed throughout the United States. Neither left their precious Sunshine State, Florida of course, mostly because of their closeness to family and love for all that is warm and sunny, most of the time.

"I don't know how you stand it." Celeste remarked as she grabbed her mug of tea and sat down in front of the computer screen, her blonde hair disheveled and flopping lazily over her hazel eyes.

Bella grinned and winked softly, "I'm doing what I love and getting paid well for it. I'm happy to get up at six."

Celeste chuckled, eagerly taking a sip of the warm, soothing English breakfast tea.

"What about you?" Bella asked enthusiastically, quite intrigued in what was happening with her friend, out in the big, wide world.

Celeste brought the mug back down and shrugged, "I'm alright. Trying to create this new character for a short film."

Bella lit up at her words, "Cool!"

The lazy blonde shrugged again, "I suppose."

Bella narrowed her eyes, "You suppose?"

Celeste nodded, "Yes. You see, somehow, the only thing I've been able to sketch for the character is a pair of shoes. Nothing else is coming to mind."

Annabelle chuckled, shaking her head while she reached for her phone, located in the background of the image, sitting atop a white shelf.
Most likely in her office, Celeste presumed.
The blonde continued to drink her tea, while Bella studied the phone sternly, as if searching for something, and then began typing a few words.

"Who are you texting?" Celeste questioned suspiciously, as she went in for another sip, her words echoing loudly through the rim of the cup.

Bella glanced up at her friend and then back down at the phone. "El. I want to see if she can talk. You think she has work today?"

Celeste shrugged, springing up from her seat at the table and launching herself at the cupboard of goodies in the back of her kitchen.
"I don't know. What day is it?"

She asked, causing an outburst of giggles on the other end of the line. "It's Friday, Celeste."

The blonde nodded at her friend and sighed gracefully, revealing a box of 'Lucky Charms' from the secluded shelves of her pantry. She then took her seat again, digging her hand into the cardboard prism and shoving a bunch of marshmallow goodness into her mouth.

"If I remember correctly, she usually has Fridays off." Bella uttered, mostly to herself rather than the image of her friend on the screen of her computer. Suddenly, the piercing sputter of a Skype call filled the ongoing silence once again.
Celeste cringed and quickly answered the three-way call, eager to save herself from death-by-ringing.

A box of all that is Eleanor Williams filled the entirety of both Celeste's and Bella's vision.

"My friends!" She exclaimed happily, as if attempting to hug the screen.
Bella chuckled at her friend's enthusiasm, whereas Celeste simply groaned in exhaustion.

"Come on, El. It's twelve –" Celeste glanced over her shoulder, still grasping onto the box of cereal, " – twenty-three. How the hell do you have so much energy?"

Eleanor gazed at Celeste blankly and then gave herself a pointed look, "Uh, Libra." She shrugged, referring to her horoscope.

Bella giggled and nodded, "And what is it for us today?"

Both were Libra's, and they acted like it.
As Celeste has heard Eleanor say a few times too many: Libras love excitement, new situations, adventure and the unusual. They make friends with people from all walks of life and they are always up to something new and exciting with enthusiasm. Libras are great at getting along with people – everyone likes a Libra. They are all about partnerships and groups – they are the glue that holds a group together because they are the ones responsible for keeping harmony and peace. Libras have mastered the art of relationships, not just romantic but business, personal, and family relationships just to name a few. No one is able to see another person's point of view better then a Libra.
Libras, libras, libras.

But Celeste loved her for it; of course. How could she not?
Eleanor was one of the most enthusiastic chicks Celeste, and Bella, had ever met. They, too, had met in high school, sophomore year. It was a funny story, as well. The teacher had gotten Celeste's name wrong from the start, and it ultimately led Eleanor to her, in an odd, somewhat confusing way.
Then Bella and El had been introduced, and voila – their friendship sprouted beautifully.
Eleanor split as well, when they graduated, eager to get out of little, old Lehigh Acres, and become an Optometrist – basically, an eye doctor.
Celeste felt a little undereducated around the two, seeing as though she merely went into art and journalism after high school, but the two of them were great and never critical when it came to knowledge of others.

Eleanor proceeded to reading both her own and Bella's horoscope for the day.

"Your big ideas are making life a lot sweeter today — and they're worth exploring further. Your great energy is making life more interesting for those around you, too, so throw a party to celebrate."

Bella clapped both hands at this, terribly ecstatic. "That's on point!"

The exclamation was followed with Eleanor's small remark, "Swag daddy."

Celeste rolled her eyes, "What do you mean on point, Bells?"

Annabelle grinned and shrugged, "Well, we're still on for tomorrow, are we not?"

Celeste formed an 'o' with her lips and nodded.

She'd forgotten; both Eleanor and Bella were driving down together from Fort Myers to visit Celeste for a day or two – most likely two – because of the recent release of Sherlock, season four. The three of them had promised one another that they WOULD NOT watch Sherlock until they could all watch it together. Needless to say, Celeste had been growing highly impatient – knees jiggling when she sat still, hands shaking restlessly, nails bitten in visible stress.

As if Bella could read her mind, she spoke softly through their Skype connection, "I am so excited. I've literally already packed my bag."

Eleanor chuckled and nodded, swirling in a circle on her black, wheeled chair, most likely sitting at home in her study. "You got the popcorn?"

Bella grinned widely, her expression glowing in the brightness of her white office. "Yes, ma'am, all ten bags. You got the margarita mix?"

Eleanor 'pshhed' the camera and lifted her hands in the air, "Could you ever doubt me?"

Celeste scoffed and shook her head, "Not when it comes to alcohol."

Eleanor smacked her computer screen in an attempt to abuse Celeste through the connection, and both Celeste and Bella busted into giggle fits.

El smirked and flicked her chin toward the camera, her light, bright blonde, curly hair shimmering as it bounced on her head, "You got the discs?"

Celeste grinned, rose from her seat, dropping her cereal box beside her computer, and rushed over to grab a small, flat case off the living room coffee table.
She then reappeared in front of the camera, and lifted the object so that it could be clearly seen.
Both of her friends lit up in excitement, staring wide-eyed at the beautiful product, balancing gently on Celeste's pale hands. It shimmered in the little amount of light shining in through her window, causing the merchandise to glow.
Both Sherlock and John appeared quite elegant, and wholeheartedly, deadly attractive on the case in front of her.

Celeste brought it to her chest, hugging it carefully, and smiling widely, eager to quote Lord of the Rings.
"My precious." She purred, and both girls on her computer screen laughed.

Eleanor spun happily in her chair once more, "Thank the gods!"

Celeste nodded with a few immensely pleased chuckles, and then watched as Bella quickly checked the time, finding it hard to focus through her own laughter. "Crap, guys I've got to go. Break's done." She shrugged, still giggling, which caused her to throw a hand over her mouth as she began to hiccup.

El bit her lip and bobbed her head up and down in acknowledgement, while Celeste mirrored the action.

"We'll all see each other tomorrow, then?" Celeste questioned, with a pleasant grin.

Annabelle turned to Celeste and gracefully nodded.
"Yes, ma'am! I'll pick up El, and then head to you – just text me your address. I'm going to try to be there around three-ish, four-ish."

Celeste smirked in content, and watched as Bella waved a small goodbye.

"Can't wait to see you two!" Eleanor remarked, waving as well.

Celeste placed her palms on her cheeks, blushing in agreement. "Bye, guys."

They both returned the farewell gesture, and Celeste steadily closed her laptop screen.