Chapter 7

Holmes watched Watson quickly dash away, hurt shining in his eyes. His chest was tight as he watched the scene, his arms awkwardly around Irene's waist.

"We should… help the doctor." Holmes awkwardly got out, trying not to breathe in the scent of her perfume. Roses and Tulips was not what he wanted to smell, her body wasn't the one he wanted to hold flush against his.

"Yes, lets." Irene mumbles out, sensing Holmes awkward stiff posture. It was something she was used to, him being weary around her but this felt different. Her eyes trailing over his face before locking into Holmes's eyes; it took everything in her to hold back the gasp.

"Hurry we must hurry!" Holmes ushered as he took off in the way Watson left.

Irene knew there was no chance of ever having Holmes again, or convincing him to leave with her when it was all over and done with. No, he was in love with the doctor; even if he didn't see that.

Watson ran quickly, his eyes landing on blackwood before continuing, only stopping when the familiar sound echoed the slight silence did he stop. His eyes flashing towards the barrels with horror as he took in the grenade bomb before turning sharply his eyes landing on Holmes.

Fear gripped him as he threw his hand out in warning, "HOLMES!"

He remembered seeing the panic on Holmes's face as he began to run towards him, then nothing but pain.