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Sherlock raised a brow, "Friend? Really."
"Well I'm not here to attack you if that's what you think. So I'm not an enemy. But then you followed me like one! What kind of person does that?" Lyra asked.
"Sherlock, what's going on?" Rose stepped in, looking between them. "What did you do?"
He ignored her and retorted, "What kind of a person stands in front of another's flat acting like an idiot, then looks at up at the person living there like they're a monster?"
"What? I don't- I don't understand! I didn't even-"
"Oh PLEASE don't try to lie your way out of this. It's VERY pathetic."
She gasped, her eyes filling with water.
"Sherlock!" John shouted in anger, seeing her discomfort.
"Oh for God's sake, here come the waterworks. You know how much I hate those?"
She wanted to run. The feeling of his eyes boring into her was too much, "I'm sorry." She said quietly, "I didn't mean to bother you."
"You did." He said, a bit darkly.
"I'm sorry!" She said again. "I'll be out of your way, I'm so sorry!" She cried out, backed up, and then ran off.
Sherlock was about to run after her again when Rose grabbed his wrist and pulled him back. "What the HELL is wrong with you and what the HELL is going on?!" she snarled.
"She was lying. There was a reason for what just happened but she's not saying anything." He said calmly.
"Sherlock, she was just a girl that you scared." John said angrily. "Who apparently looked at you wrong. Since when do looks matter to you?"
"Every little detail matters, John. You should know that. I don't know what game she's trying to play, but she'll be back; they always come back." He adjusted his coat to the "cool" look and headed back towards his flat.
John looked at Rose with an incredulous expression that she returned. They watched him walk away for a few moments before he turned around and gave them an impatient look. John sighed and walked after him, but Rose didn't follow. She looked in the direction the girl had ran. Poor girl. She thought. She wanted to run after her, ask her if she was okay, calm her down, and apologize for Sherlock's arse behavior.
"Rose?" Sherlock called.
She couldn't. Oh well. If Sherlock was right about her coming back, then Rose would definitely approach her and apologize. She was just a girl, and there WERE things Sherlock had been wrong about before; little things, but big enough to catch him on. "Comin'!" she said, and ran up to meet them.
- Get Sherl:)ck -
Lyra didn't stop running until she couldn't see anyone around. It was an alley behind an off-license store that she didn't read the name of. When she caught her breath, she leaned against the cold brick wall and slowly slid down, hiding her face in her hands. She cried softly, wiping away every tear that slid out of her eyes before they could reach her cheeks. Lyra sighed, sniffled, and reached into her jacket pocket. He's going to KILL me. She pulled out her mobile, pressed in the password, and immediately dialed a number. She took a breath, composed herself, and pressed call. She watched and listened to it ring, then when it was picked up she held it to her ear.
She sighed, "Hello."
"Lyra?"
"Yeah. Hey." She replied with a fake smile on her face.
There was a moment of silence, "Okay, what happened?"
"Much.. much happened."
"Tell me."
"There's too much to tell. I'm not happy about it.. I could've done better." Her voice cracked.
"Hey! Hey now, don't cry."
A few fresh tears came down her cheek. This time, she didn't wipe them away. "I.. I need your help. I wish you were here. It'd be easier."
"I can't be there and you know that. I have no mode of transportation at the moment."
Her heart skipped a beat as she glanced down, "Right."
"It can't be all that bad."
"I think it is. It looks like it."
"But you don't know that. Don't be so quick to jump into conclusions, Lyra."
She sighed, "I'm sorry then. I just.. This is so nerve-wracking. I don't even know if I can come back here."
"I know, I know. But you can still do this. You have everything you need. You know what to do and you know what to say. And you should be able to come back.. We'll just have to see how this all works out first."
Lyra went silent.
"Hello?"
"...what if I fail? What if they don't like me? What if she doesn't like me? What is he doesn't? I'm honestly more afraid of what he'll do, he's the unpredictable one. What if he HATES me? I don't want that to happen.. If it does, I honestly won't know what to do."
"He won't hate you, Lyra. He'll love you. If he doesn't, I'll personally get down there and kick his ass."
She giggled, "No!"
"Yes! And there's a giggle. See? It's not so bad."
"You're right. Thank you." she said with a smile and a sigh.
"You're welcome."
"Alright.. So, how long has it been?"
"Um.. two minutes so far."
Her eyes widened, "Wow. It's been a little while longer here.."
"Amazing, right? Now remember, I only have an hour over here. So.. Take your time, call me whenever you need to, and keep to the plan."
"I will."
"Don't worry about anything just yet, okay? Everything will be fine, and they'll understand."
"Okay.. Thank you again."
"No problem, sweetie. Love ya, talk to you later!"
"Love you too, bye!" She smirked as she hung up and slipped her phone back into her pocket. Pushing some of her hair behind her ear, Lyra breathed again, slowly stood up and headed back towards the way she ran down.
Let's do this.
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