AN: Hey guys, here is the missed update from Saturday. Please review, I like to read your thoughts and I need some ideas on how to incorporate Mycroft. All suggestions welcome! Enjoy! Is anyone else really excited for the Doctor Who premiere? I am literally counting down the days. I'm having a party with fish fingers (cookies) and custard and jammie dodgers fresh from Scotland!
Chapter Seven - 221C Baker Street
Sherlock Holmes
I sit across from John; Clara and the Doctor are both sitting on the floor. The Doctor keeps glancing at her, obviously since he just kissed her, he is wondering what she thought and whether she would be interested in going out with him or sleeping with him. Clara is looking down at her toes, clearly embarrassed about being caught kissing the Doctor but you can tell by her slightly annoyed expression that she is angry that the Doctor hasn't talked to her since the kiss. John is looking at me expectantly, waiting for me to say something either rude, or intelligent. I am unmoving like a statue, trying to absorb everything that I have seen in the last hour and make sense of it.
There is also an extremely loud awkward silence. No one is moving, no one is drinking their tea, everyone is breathing quietly.
"Can someone start a conversation please?" I demand as I lean back in my chair and raise my tea cup to my mouth.
They look at me in surprise, their expressions say "But Sherlock we just want to sit quietly and enjoy your brilliance." Well I might have added that last part.
Clara opens her mouth to talk and snaps it shut again clearly deciding what she was about to say was not appropriate for this moment in time.
The Doctor is staring at Clara, like the high school nerd looking lovingly at the popular cheerleader. He too opens his mouth to say something and closes it changing his mind.
"Are you two just going to sit there like goldfish opening and closing your mouths, or are you going to start conversing?" I ask.
"Sherlock, can I have a word?" John requests.
"Sure, you can have a thousand if you wish." I reply.
"I meant in have a conversation." John says.
"Isn't that what we are doing?" I question.
"No, Sherlock." John begins, "Well, yes, we are having a conversation but I meant about something else."
"Well you can change the topic if you wish." I study Clara and the Doctor, each time someone talks their head swings over to look at them. It's like a game of tennis, but with words instead of a ball.
"Sherlock, you idiot, I meant can we have a chat in private?" John inquires.
"Oh." I say, "Do you mean now?"
"Yes I mean now Sherlock!" John shouts angrily.
"Fine, fine." I put my cup on the saucer and the saucer on my side of the table before I stand. I turn to Clara and the Doctor, "You too, I know that you both are feeling awkward about kissing, but Doctor you have stuff to say to Clara and she's upset that you're not saying it. So, do what people do best and talk about your sappy emotions, but only when I'm not in the room."
I follow John out of the living room into the kitchen and close the door behind me.
"What are we going to do with them Sherlock?" John questions.
"Well, I was thinking that once we get them to sort out their emotions, we could go to the pub across the street and get a drink." I reply.
"Why would we do that?"
"So that after they drink too much we can put them back in the TARDIS, send them home and make them think it was just a dream."
"How do you plan on sending them home?" John asks as he leans on the counter angling his body unconsciously towards me.
"Press some buttons, pull some levers, twist some knobs and get out of the TARDIS before it takes off."
"You know how to fly the TARDIS?" John scoffs disbelievingly.
"Yes." I lie.
John raises an eyebrow at me.
"Okay no, but it's only space technology from the future. How hard could it be?"
John laughs sarcastically, "Do you hear yourself Sherlock? It's space technology from the future, it's going to be hard!"
"Well what do you think that we should do with them?"
John runs a hand through his hair, combing through it slightly, "We could rent out a space to them?"
"You mean half of our apartment?"
"Yes, that could work." John adjusts the collar of his sweater so that it's straight.
"Where would you sleep?" I ask.
"Who said that I'm giving up my room?!"
"I did. Now where is it that you are planning on sleeping?"
"I don't know maybe on the couch."
"You could sleep in my room." I suggest as John bends down to tie his shoelace. "Would you stop grooming yourself! You're like a male bird preening your feathers for display."
John blushes and stands, "I am not a bird Sherlock, why on Earth would you make that comparison?"
"Like I said," I repeat, "You keep grooming yourself like you're trying to impress someone."
"I'm not though."
"221C."
"What?"
"We could get Mrs. Hudson to rent them out 221C Baker Street."
John leans towards me, "I don't think that they have any money."
"Money?" the Doctor asks as he enters the kitchen, "Oh me and Clara have plenty of money, an infinite supply actually. Sorry to interrupt, I was just getting some more tea."
John steps away from the counter, "The kettle's on your right."
"Thank you." the Doctor says cheerily.
John moves to stand beside me leaning against the counter, "Sorted their stuff out then?"
"Yep." I reply.
The Doctor screeches as he reaches into the jar with the tea bags. "Why is there a eyeball in here?"
"I was testing to see if tea leaves had any effect on the colour of an eye after death." I explain, "Do not move it."
"I wasn't planning to." the Doctor says scrunching up his face with a look of disgust.
"How would you two like to rent out apartment 221C?" John asks.
"We can just stay in the TARDIS." the Doctor replies.
"No, no. We insist that you have somewhere proper to stay." I state.
"Okay, I guess." the Doctor decides.
"Fantastic! I'll go tell Mrs. Hudson and we can get you moved in this evening." John exclaims.
"Alright then! I heard that you wanted to hit the pub." the Doctor begins, "Drinks for everyone on me!"