"Hi! I'm Alyce Wolfe and I'm your new neighbor!" I said happily. To be honest I was still feeling a little off since Sherlock and I had been a little busy before John came bustling in. My body was tingling and I felt drunk all over again.
"Wait, what?" John asked me in confusion. Sherlock had a smug look on his face, most likely due to satisfaction of prior events.
"Oh yeah, Mrs. Hudson and I spoke to one another after you went out. She told me she had an extra flat in her basement that no one wanted so I said I would take it and made a call to change things down there to my tastes and was having all of my things moved in from my old place. It was time for a change for me anyway." I explained with a shrug. "Plus you two don't have the space for me and I will not continue hijacking beds. Now you two can keep an eye on me, although I really don't need it as long as I don't tear my stitches. It's a win win." After saying this I scurried off to get my toiletries and could hear John talk quietly to Sherlock, "Did you know about this?"
"Nope." He replied while popping the p.
"Is she wearing glasses?" Watson asked after finally noticing I had frames on my face. Sherlock hummed to him as if to say he had indeed saw that I wore glasses. I laughed as I came back out and gave the poor blonde man a pat on the shoulder.
"I'm near sighted John. Take a good look 'cause I don't like to wear glasses." I teased just before packing away all of my things. "Sooo, do I have any strong men here to help me take these bags to my new home?" John stared at me with eyes wide as if I was reading his mind and totally didn't hear what he was saying, then shook his head and quickly came to help me out. I gave a sweet smile to the military doctor who had always seemed to be the perfect gentleman. "Let's go to my new place!" I joyously cried out and looked over to Sherlock who was now beside us with a grin. John got down the flight of stairs faster than Holmes and I. I used the railing and an arm of the much taller man to get down without straining my thigh wound, then stopped at the basement door with a groan.
"Ready to give up?" The consulting detective crossed his arms over his chest with a smirk on his face. I puffed up my cheeks at him. Like hell I did! I was far too proud to do that and gritted my teeth before descending the second set of stairs. I heard a chuckle from behind me as I continued to go down to the single bedroom flat. I hadn't even actually came to check out 221c, I just jumped on it so I didn't have to live with the boys.
"This is amazing!" John exclaimed once we made it into the main room. It looked similar to 221b when it came to layout, but I had wood floors and trim to match put in. The walls were a deep forest green with a chocolate brown accent and all appliances had been replaced. I definitely had to tip the carpenters who did such an excellent job in such a short amount of time. Feeling satisfied I plopped down on my leather couch and sank right in.
"You boys can go right ahead and take a look around," I said casually as I yanked up my messenger bag and removed the Norco I had placed in there. I took two out and popped them in my mouth, swallowing them dry with a grimace. I really loathed medication, but my leg was burning from so much activity today. Both men meandered off to take a look around and I could hear John whistle in the kitchen before he asked me if he could make us all tea. I happily accepted while I stared into the fireplace which had flames licking out thanks to the men who had been working prior. I then realized where the other man had gone.
"Don't you dare shoot up my flat Sherlock Holmes!" I shouted out. I heard a whine coming from the bedroom, then a pouting consulting detective came back to the main room and sat in the large chair I now deemed his whenever he visited. He looked so dejected and I giggled, happy I had said something before it was too late.
"How did you know what he was going to do?" Watson questioned as he gave both the tall pouty man and I a mug of tea. I thanked him quietly as he sat down on the opposite end of the couch, away from Sherlock and I.
"Oh, he tried to take Bob out yesterday, so when he hurried off I knew he probably went to attempt to take him out again. Hey, do you guys wanna get take out and play a game?" I quickly switched the subject before John could ask about my gun or where it was and how Sherlock knew I owned one or who Bob was. Both boys agreed, albeit reluctantly and Watson went back up to 221b to order us food while I pulled out a game called 'headbandz'. I then went in to the kitchen and made a cup of coffee for myself after I had downed the tea, then went to the fridge to pull out a small shot of baileys Irish cream alcohol to add flavor and give me a 17% boost of happiness. I took a sip and sighed, definitely needed this since I wasn't so sure on what to think of making out with a man who was still a stranger to me. After I grabbed plates and silverware for all three of us I came back to the main room, juggling those and my coffee. I looked over to see Holmes in his prayer pose again and John was back with our delicious Chinese takeout which we had all agreed sounded the best.
"Okay! Let's dig in and I will explain the game!" As food was being dispersed onto plates, I explained the easy rules. "With headbandz you place a card in the band on top of your head, so you can't see the card that is yours. Then, everyone has to attempt to tell you what it is without giving away the actual answer. You only have a minute to guess what your card is and if you don't get it within that time you have to wait until your next turn to try again. Once you guess four cards right, you win the game. Easy enough? Let's play!" I quickly handed out the first round and showed the boys how to put them on since they both seemed baffled like it was a foreign torture device. Once I had finished setting them up I let out a loud laugh.
"I look stupid," Sherlock grumbled out with his arms crossed. His curly locks were flying out everywhere under the blue headband making him look like he had been attacked by a nonexistent wind.
"We all do, get over it. Now, let the games begin!"
It took us an hour to play between Sherlock and John squabbling over who was right with the rules and during that time I had a mix between a minor buzz and a drug induced daze which caused me to laugh like a hyena when John shouted, "It's a bloody pig Sherlock! How do you not get 'when blanks fly'?!" In the end John stormed off quitting mid game and I was now sitting upside down with my legs at the top of the chair letting the blood rush to my head. My glasses were sliding off my face as I watched Sherlock clean up our mess quietly. Once he had finished he walked over to me and crouched down so he was at eye level before poking my good cheek.
"You're an absolute train wreck right now." He stated before he pushed my glasses up to their rightful place on the bridge of my nose. I closed my eyes and hummed to him in response.
"Help me to bed?" I asked innocently. He snorted just before he picked me up to set me down so I was standing upright, he then wrapped an arm around my shoulders and carefully walked me to my bedroom, with me stumbling often along the way. It didn't take us nearly long enough and soon I was lying down in bed, staring at the ceiling. "About earlier Sherlock..." I fumbled out before the silent man could take off and leave me alone. I closed my eyes and let out a loud breath. "I know you're not stupid, and I don't even like the idea of talking about making something more out of us just because of what we did. I just want you to know that... that and I really like what you did." I had said what I needed to in a rush and feeling satisfied I opened my eyes again. Sherlock was just staring at me with his head tilted to the side slightly. Slowly, without saying a single word he sat on the bed right beside me.
"Good." Was all he said in return. I wasn't exactly sure what he meant good to though, but my mind was way too hazy to dwell on it. I sat up and blinked, then scooted closer to the handsome detective beside me. We both just stayed silent for a few minutes a tension building between the two of us to the point where my chest was starting to feel tight. Everything inside of me wanted this man I didn't know and it was driving me batty. But, what if this feeling is only coming from me? What if he didn't want what I did? I kept pushing myself down with negative thoughts, not even noticing that Sherlock had shifted his body so he was looking right at me. How could anyone ever want me in any way? I was meant to be alone for all that I had done in the past. I was dragged out of my own little world when Sherlock pushed me down in the bed and leaned his face in close to mine. I took in a sharp breath from surprise.
"Don't do that to yourself. I'm not a moron, you have a pained expression on your face." He pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead. "You aren't alone Alyson." My heart began pounding at his words as I just gazed half lidded at him. Slowly I reached my hands up and cupped his face, then sat up just enough to place a quick kiss on his lips.
"You're not alone either," I whispered out against his lips. It is amazing the feeling you get when you think someone will stay by your side. I could feel my eyes closing without my permission and murmured softly to Holmes, "Please stay with me tonight, I promise not to wake you up screaming tomorrow.." I didn't hear what he had said as everything went dark.
