Sadie ended up walking the entire way back to the flat; she was too caught up in her own mind to catch a cab. The whole way back she couldn't seem to grasp why Sherlock even asked her there in the first place, it was obvious that she was of no use to him. She wasn't like John; she had no previous experience like he did. As for Sherlock, she couldn't hold a candle to him; he was intelligent and quick on his feet. She was nothing in comparison. Hell, she was nothing like The Woman either. The Woman, she thought, as she turned the corner onto Baker Street, who is she?

"Nice to see you're back. It's not like I was starting to worry or anything." Jane said as soon as Sadie walked in the room. Sadie sighed and hung her things on the hooks by the door; she kicked off her shoes and flopped down on her futon of a bed. She didn't have the energy to remark at the sarcastic comment. "Is everything alright?" Jane asked again, this time actually taking notice that her friend was more tired than usual.

"You were right. Well, I was right." Sadie propped her head up on her hand to face her friend sitting at the small table by the window, "I'm going to get killed if I associate myself with these two."

"We're." Jane said leaning back in the wooden chair that gave a light creak under her weight.

"What?" Sadie asked, too mentally drained to try and figure out what she meant.

"We're going to get killed if we associate with these two." Jane smiled, leveling her eyes with her friend. "I'm not going to let you go gallivanting off with them alone. I can't pay rent by myself and I sure as hell am not explaining this to the University." Sadie smiled sheepishly;

"Thanks Jane. What would I do without you?" she asked rhetorically as she rolled over, her back facing her friend as well as the main light source in the room.

"Die." She remarked with the sarcasm back in her voice. Jane turned back to her work on her computer, all her school papers were strewn on the small table acting as a desk. She was trying to finish her essay before Mrs. Hudson came in to offer them dinner, again. (Every time she would claim that she's not their house keeper.) Jane smiled at the thought and leaned back in her chair again. She stretched her arms out above her head and pulled her hair up off her neck, stifling a yawn, she went back to work.

Just over an hour later there was a light knock on the door along with Mrs. Hudson's soft 'who-who' as she entered the room. Jane had just finished up her now ten paged essay and hit save when the older woman arrived. Again, offering them dinner. Sadie was still asleep, and neither of the girls had thought about what they were going to eat that day, so Jane accepted the kind offer.


After waking Sadie up and eating dinner with Mrs. Hudson, Jane was back to sitting in front of her laptop. This time she had no work to do and was simply staring at the bright screen. Sadie was too engrossed in her piano to notice that Jane hadn't typed a word or opened a tab since she sat down.

"We need Jobs." Jane suddenly blurted out, not taking her eyes off the screen.

"What?" Sadie asked, as she pulled off her oversized headphones and set them on the top of her keyboard.

"We need jobs." Jane repeated, this time not so sudden. She looked toward her dark haired friend who was unplugging her instrument and winding up the chords. "We're not going to be able to pay the rent without them."

"Do you still have money in your bank account?" Sadie asked, not taking her eyes off the small task in front of her.

"Yes, but it's not going to last us until the end of the year, maybe not even until the end of the semester." She said, as her friend approached her. Sadie leaned over Jane and was looking at the blank laptop screen. She squinted a little at the brightness of it and seemed puzzled.

"You have nothing loaded. You haven't been working on anything? What about that essay that's due tomorrow?" she asked, firing off one question after another without a pause.

"I finished it while you were sleeping this afternoon." Jane said craning her neck to see her face. Sadie ignored her and loaded a search engine on the screen, "You still didn't answer my question."

"You had a question?" Sadie retorted, "Hm, sounded more like a statement to me." Sadie typed 'The Woman' in the search bar and hit enter.

"You know what I meant. How are we going to pay for all of this?" Jane asked, not paying any attention as to what Sadie was doing on her laptop. Sadie clicked on the first link that came up; it was The Woman's webpage.

"Remember how I worked eight hours almost every day for two years in retail?" Sadie asked, as she clicked through the pages on The Woman's website. She couldn't help but feel inadequate in comparison to this woman. She was lean, almost an athletic build, perfect skin and very experienced, while Sadie was average, large breasted, curvy, and flawed.

"Yes." Jane said slowly, she still hadn't noticed the images of the dominatrix on her screen; she was still trying to figure out how to pay the rent.

"I never spent a penny. We'll be fine." Sadie smiled, both at her friend and what she had found on the screen; the name of The Woman, Irene Adler.

"What?!" Jane yelled, "When were you planning on telling me you have-" Jane looked away from her friend, and muttered under her breath, obviously figuring out the total money Sadie had in her possession. "over $30,000 in your account? Wait, no. That transfers over to about £24,000. Why haven't you told me any of this? When were you planning on informing me?" in the midst of her temper tantrum Jane had finally noticed the half-nude photos of Irene Adler on her screen.

"I was only going to tell you, when you asked about it." Sadie said exiting out of the screen, "And before you ask about those pictures, her name is Irene Adler; I got to meet her today. That's the address Sherlock texted me." Sadie stood up from leaning over her friend; she stared down at Jane, expecting some sort of backlash from her. Instead she fought the look of shock on her face and nodded.

"And how did that go?" Jane was obviously confused. She couldn't help but imagine the worst, from the pictures she had just seen it looked as if she was either a dominatrix or an exotic dancer. Either way she didn't approve.

"Well you know, she nearly killed Sherlock, me, and John." She answered, sitting down on her futon, attempting to straighten out the sheets around her, "Sherlock got the worst of it, don't worry. John is fine." She smiled and laid down on the uncomfortable mattress.

"Great." Jane rolled her eyes at the thought, "Hey, how about we just concentrate on our school work right now. Finals are coming up soon and if we don't pass, the University will definitely make us move back."

"Is that an ultimatum or a challenge?" Sadie remarked, sleep was quickly taking over her again.

"Both." Jane answered walking over to her dresser and pulling out a set of pajamas. She briefly changed in front of her friend, not caring about privacy. Soon she was curling up under the covers in her own uncomfortable futon and falling asleep.


Jane was in a very light sleep when she heard a loud thump; she had initially thought it was Sadie rolling out of bed, like she had done many times before, but it wasn't. The noise had come from the hallway out front. She quietly slipped on her red silk robe and tip-toed out into the hall. She walked down past their bathroom and out into the entrance area, at first the light was too dim to see anything, but once her eyes adjusted she saw John struggling to get Sherlock to his feet.

"John?" Jane asked, still a little groggy.

"Oh, uhm, hello, Jane." John said, in the middle of pulling Sherlock to his feet by his right arm. Sherlock wasn't responding too well to the idea of standing, in fact, it didn't seem as if he was responding at all.

"Let me help you." She said, walking toward him.

"No, no. I think I'm fine." John said with a smile, but he dropped Sherlock to the floor again, causing another thump. Sherlock moved a bit and gave a light cough, still, not as responsive as necessary. "Okay, maybe I do need some help. He's heavier than he looks." John looked at Jane with big eyes, she couldn't say no to that. Not as if she was planning to anyway.

John wrapped Sherlock's right arm around his neck again as Jane did the same with the left. As soon as they had reached the first landing, Sherlock began to open his eyes and mumble. Both John and Jane stopped, not knowing what to do. John still wasn't sure if the drug Irene had given him was going to cause him to act violent or not, instead Sherlock looked ad Jane and then to John with drug induced eyes and smiled groggily. He gave a small groan like a tired animal and then slipped back into unconsciousness.

The last set of steps was the most difficult; the hallway was a bit narrower, especially for three people. So Jane and john had to go up one at a time, practically dragging Sherlock along with them. Once inside the duo attempted to put Sherlock in bed as best they could, by the time they made it to his room they were both almost too tired to pull down the sheets on his bed.

"He'll complain if we don't." Jane said shrugging.

"He'll complain no matter what." John said. Jane could practically hear him roll his eyes. Still John pulled down the sheets with his free hand and they both shoved their tall friend under his covers to the best of their ability. Sherlock began to regain some consciousness as he rolled over on his side, pulling the sheets over his shoulder a bit.

"Good enough." Jane said with a shrug. She looked at John; he gave a smug look that said 'oh well' and led Jane out of the room.

"Thanks for your help." John said once they were in the living room.

"It's not a problem." She said with a smile. She suddenly felt awkward standing in front of John in her pajamas and robe, "I, uh, should probably go back downstairs. I have class in the morning."

"Oh, right. Well, uhm, thanks again." John looked a little flustered and Jane could notice a light blush forming on his cheeks. He smiled at her and pulled her in for small hug. Jane smiled and buried her face into his jacket. As they pulled away, she had to consciously stop herself from believing that he liked her the way she did for him. Still, that didn't stop her from smelling his subtle cologne during the hug, or noticing how his hands were wrapped low around her waist. She was beginning to really fall for this man, and she knew that was deadly.

"Good night." She said, quickly stepping out of their flat. Before she was down to the first landing of the stairs, John called after her.

"Jane?" he quietly called, she turned and saw him standing at the top of the steps with his hand in his pocket, "Would you want to go out for dinner sometime this week?" he smiled genuinely at her.

She stared back at him for a moment, not knowing what to say. Part of her was screaming and begging to go with him, but the other half knew better than that. The rational thinking side of her said no, he was too much older, she had too much school work, and she had just told Sadie that they shouldn't associate with him. She stood there at the landing, staring back at him with a look of confliction on her face.

"That would be lovely, John, it really would, but I can't. I've got too much school work, with finals and everything." Her answer hurt not only him, but herself as well.

"Oh. Yeah, you're right. I'm sorry." John said, avoiding eye contact with her this time.

"No, I'm sorry. Good night, John." she had barely made it to the bottom of the steps before the tears were building up. She took a deep breath and composed herself, she was getting in too deep, and she couldn't have feelings like this. Not here, not now. Maybe after college, she thought but I can't deal with this right now. Jane rubbed her face with her hands, a pitiful attempt to wash away all the conflicting feelings inside of her.

She was turning into an emotional pot of stupid.


MOLLY WILL BE IN THE NEXT ONE LIKE I PROMISED.
Okay, sorry, these chapters just keep getting longer and longer. Ill try to keep them short after chapter 6, but I cant promise anything.