"Are you all right miss?" the flight attendant asks me looking worried; I nod my head forcing a smile. I hate planes so much, I try to concentrate on the window, but then I smell something that makes my stomach flips inside out: Chicken, the man sitting next to me is eating a bloody chicken sandwich. I run to the microscopic toilet where I can vomit in peace, when I look in the mirror I can hardly recognize me, except for the black hair and the blue eyes. When I get out I see the flight attendant looking at me again, this time I can´t help with a smile and I just go again to my sit. It's going to be a long flight.
The plane lands in Heathrow airport at two in the morning. After recovering my black suitcase, I can barely take a cab, when the driver asks me where to go I can only whisper "221 Baker Street".
Sherlock is sleeping in the sofa; his violin is on the table. He looks so sweet with his mouth closed; he even looks like a good kid. After leaving my suitcase in his room I get into his bed. I start wondering about his reaction to my news, a child, Sherlock Holmes's child, but also Irene Adler's child, I have never in my life think of this, never planned this, and now… well now I feel weird about this and also scared. A child… I can´t think anymore, I´m too tired to think. After I look again to the living room I fall asleep.
Someone is yelling at me, when I open my eyes I see a figure looking at me angrily. "What are you doing here!? I told you it was dangerous! But you don't care, don't you?" He stares at me, I get up from bed "Good morning" I say "Yes, of course I'm fine, but the plane was terribly horrible". He opens his eyes even more, he opens his mouth to scream again, but after that I wrap my arms around his neck and I kiss him. Two seconds after he wraps his arms around me and he kisses me back "I knew you would be glad to see me" I say before he kisses me again. This moment makes me remember of the first time we kissed.
"Goodbye Mr. Holmes" I wrote on my phone before giving it to the man. I had never thought about death before, and there I was, with a sword at less than 10 inches to my neck. I closed my eyes thinking that it will be quick. But then I heard it, I heard my own voice on a phone, on Sherlock's phone. I heard a voice behind me "When I say run, run!" I heard the sound of the sword, not in my neck "Run!" and that was what I did, run away as fast as I could. After five minutes someone grabbed my arm "Irene! Stop!" Sherlock screamed, I turned back and I saw two grey eyes looking at me. He had saved me, he had saved my life, I could feel tears going down my cheeks. "I need you to listen, Irene. There is a car waiting for you on that corner, it will take you to a plane to New York, go to the hotel Sherry-Netherland, you have a room there, ask for Sherlock Holmes, I will text you in a week, have you understand?" He said, I stood there, staring at him for a few seconds, then I do something that I wanted to do it since the first time I saw him: kiss him. He didn't push me away, indeed he hugged me and he kissed me too "Thank you" Was the only thing I could said, he smiled and laughed, then he said goodbye and we both went away from each other.
That day I realize that I was really in love with him, but I didn´t knew how dangerous could that be. My thoughts are interrupted by the door; we keep kissing when two figures come into the bedroom, my heart stops as I recognize them: John Hamish Watson and Mister Mycroft Holmes.
The situation is delicate, and I must say, very ridiculous: Sherlock is completely pale, John is going red, Mycroft is trying to say something and I´m in my pyjamas. We stare at each other for what it seems to be an eternity, no one says anything, until John opens his mouth "You are alive " he says very slowly, Mycroft looks at Sherlock and shakes his head "I should suppose it" he says holding strongly his umbrella, Sherlock stays there, looking at them. I finally decide to speak "Nice to see you again Mister Holmes" I say with a big smile "and doctor Watson of course". Sherlock smiles and Mycroft hisses something, "I don´t have time for your little games Sherlock, do what you want with her, as long as it don't concern to the government" he finally says. "I will call you dear brother, Miss Adler, Doctor Watson" Mycroft says as he leaves the house. "You owe me an explanation Sherlock" Watson says, he doesn't look happy. "I will have a shower while you explain him dear" I say to Sherlock, he gives me an I'm going to kill you later-look, and then I whisper "I knew you will be happy having me back"