So before you head for this chapter, I have to apologize, once again, for the long wait. My computer was broken and i lost three chapters of this story and even more important files, so I had to quickly rewrite it and for that reason this chapter is even shorter than the previous two. But enough of explaining, go read.
I don't own Sherlock.
"She loved mysteries so much
that she became one"
They entered the bar, where the only customers were two tired businessmen and a woman sitting under a small window near the door.
Elizabeth headed straight to the woman, greeted her and handed her a blue envelope. She checked the name on the paper, nodded and left without another word.
"Well, that was quick." stated John. He sat down to the spot where the woman had sat at and opened the menu. His stomach had been reminding him to eat at least a hundred times, so John quickly chose a full meal and waved the waitress to come.
Elizabeth chose a small dinner and didn't even finish it, while John practically inhaled his food and topped it with dessert.
"So, what's the plan for tomorrow?" asked John, continuing to drink the last sip of his water and lean back in his chair, feeling better than ever.
"We'll see in the morning, right now it seems we have a day off." she answered, stood up and went to pay for their meals. She used a silver coloured card, and later explained to John that it had enough money to cover their whole trip.
"So we stay here for how long exactly?"
"A week, maybe a couple of days more."
"OK. And then we go to..?"
"France."
John took a small pause before asking another question.
They were sitting in the hotel cafe and waiting for their coffees to come. Elizabeth had brought her lap top and was now furiously typing something. At one point John found himself jealous of Elizabeths typing skills, but forgot it soon, when he found out that she had studied IT and for some reason spent 7 hours on the internet for two months. She explained it as an 'over-emotional period of my life' because she started watching a TV show called 'supernatural'.
"Basically we have a lot of travelling ahead of us, yeah?" the typing stopped for a second.
"Pretty much yes. We have Europe to explore." the typing continued.
John nodded and glanced behind himself to check whether the coffee is coming or not. The waitress was already walking towards them, expertly balancing the cups and making her way through the tables.
They thanked the young girl and took sips of their coffee, enjoying the taste and the warmness flowing into them.
"So get this, some people think that the queen isn't married to her soul mate. Like, how bizarre would that be." Elizabeth laughed, and showed John the computer screen.
"Well, that would be royally bizarre, I'm sure of that." John smirked, making Elizabeth's smile grow even bigger as she nodded along.
"That coffe sure is good, don't you think?" Elizabeth commented, sniffing the pleasant aroma.
"Yes, I haven't had this good coffee in ages, Harry makes very funny coffee, she says it's Indian but it most certainly didn't taste like it." John added, remembering that Clara had given it to Harry, and grinning at the thought of Clara trying to prank Harry in some weird ways.
"Perhaps she just made it wrong, I heard that it is handled differently than our usual coffee."
"Maybe."
They sat in comfortable silence until their coffees were finished and they left to explore the city. John had never been to Scotland and was interested in nearly every statue and building they passed. He took multiple photos and videos of the town and in the evening, when they were back at the hotel, looked at them and smiled to himself.
He hadn't thought of Sherlock for the entire day, and when that hit him, his smile faded a bit. He had tried to forget it for so long and right when he had almost learned to accept that his friend is permanently gone, Elizabeth ran into his life.
He didn't get Elizabeth. She reminded him of Sherlock, but at the same time she seemed like the complete opposite. In John's opinion, they would have made the perfect couple. With Elizabeth being so mysterious, smart and in a way, dark, but at the same time so friendly and outgoing and with Sherlock having the same qualities, except for the latter two, they would have completed each other perfectly.
John's sad expression had triggered Elizabeth's interest and when he snapped out of his dream-like state, he found her staring at him.
"Interesting."she simply said when John sent her a questioning look, and turned back to her lap top, once again typing like her life depended on it.
They spent the next day in the hotel, John reading books he got from the cafe and Elizabeth, once again, being on her lap top.
The only remarkable event in that day was the woman from the bar bringing Elizabeth a red envelope. Elizabeth read the two paged letter that seemed to upset her and please her at the same time. John only got to know that Elizabeth's soul mate is near, but needs two more days.
John had some messed up feelings for their whole trip. Why would Elizabeth pick him to accompany her on the trip. She barely even knew him. But, then again, John knew nothing of her, but still decided to come along.
It was probably the fact that John wanted to get out of the house and do something. He was tired of sitting in one spot the whole day when the previous two years had been the complete opposite.
So he decided to enjoy the trip and whatever came along with it.
