"Follow me John," Sherlock said as he descended the somewhat familiar steps of their alternate universe flat. The pair headed for the door.
"HOW THE HELL ARE YOU SO CALM ABOUT THIS?"
"Your blood pressure, John" Sherlock answered calmly. "We'll get back in no time" he quickly added in an attempt to comfort John.
"But Sher—"
"It's a promise," Sherlock looks into John's eyes.
The pair face a long, black car. 'Must be for Ben,' Sherlock deduced. He opened the door and beckoned John to follow him.
"Mr. Freeman!"
John cringes.
"This is not your—." the driver looked confused
"He's with me," Sherlock answers curtly
"But you never" the driver paused. This alternate John and Sherlock do not appear to talk. "Where to sir?"
"My flat"
"Flat?" The driver chuckled, "Very funny Mr. Cumberbatch"
Ben...Cumberbatch. That's his name. Quite unusual. Ben must live in a mansion of some sort. This TV show of his must have some following. But what was interesting about John's pointless dates?
Unless if it was about his line of work. Sherlock recalls nearly dying a number of times. Must be enough for writers and the mundane pleasures of humanity.
"Sherlock," John said. "Wh–what are we doing? We should be trying to get out of here"
Sherlock was silent for the whole trip.
"Sir," the driver said. "We're here"
And the pair went down. A huge mansion greeted them. This "Ben Cumberbatch" must be famous.
"Ben!" a middle aged woman greeted with a smile. For a housekeeper she was certainly well dressed.
"Excuse me—"
"DADDY!," a young child interrupted
Sherlock was at a lost for words, he was horrified. That wasn't his housekeeper. Sherlock has...a family.