Long time no see, lovelies! Sorry it has taken so long to update but I swear that I'm trying for at least once a week with this story and with my Labyrinth story! Please please please review and follow and be as lovely as I know you can be?
Also, I want to hear some guesses as to what you guys think is wrong with Sherlock?
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Victoria stood in the living room of 221B, arms crossed and foot tapping.
"Come on, Sherlock. We should have been there ten minutes ago!" Victoria called out to Sherlock as he got dressed.
"Then you should have reminded me ten minutes earlier that I needed to be somewhere."
Victoria rolled her eyes. "Even though you are brilliant, I really have to lower my expectations to be your friend sometimes."
"Keep your expectations lowered. It's easier to impress you all that way."
Victoria let out an unladylike snort, "I'll make sure to remember that."
Sherlock was frustrated with himself. He hadn't been able to focus as well as he wanted to, no matter how many nicotine patches he stuck to his arms. He didn't even want to consider himself being as weak as he was getting. He refused to think of the cause. He might be human, but he didn't have to act like it. He had one of the most-if not, the only-exceptional mind of the twenty first century.
He couldn't figure out what colored shirt to wear. His mind was too busy dwelling on his problems.
They were in the taxi. When had he managed to get in a taxi? He couldn't even remember what shirt he had chosen…
He looked down.
Purple.
He glanced at the woman next to him. Victoria Dashwood. Boring. He looked out the window, trying to grasp at something that could trigger his brain to start working. Or to start working properly, rather. It was working enough for him to be displeased with it.
He got out of the cab when it stopped, leaving Victoria to pay.
"Why are you waiting to knock on the door?" Victoria asked as she walked from the cab, her hands in the pockets of her usual light blue coat.
"I texted John to open the door. I'm waiting." Sherlock said in a very unamused tone.
Victoria made a face, "Sherlock-" She was about to chastise him for something, he could feel it.
"Victoria," He said back in the same tone and checked his phone before putting it in his pocket, "You and John have both made it quite clear that I shouldn't just walk in to places."
Victoria looked at Sherlock with a speculative gaze. Why couldn't he just knock on the door? She wondered what it was like in his head.
"Sherlock! Victoria! Why were you just standing outside? Come in, come in!" Mary welcomed her friends as she ushered them inside. They took of their coats and scarves before walking into the sitting room.
"You certainly dressed up for us, didn't you?" Mary teased Victoria as she handed her a glass of wine.
Victoria smiled modestly and took a sip before looking down at her silky lilac dress. "I love this dress. I'm glad I finally had a reason to wear it." She laughed.
"You could aways-"
"If you say date, I'm going to have to pour this wine all over this nice carpet of yours." Victoria warned.
Mary laughed, "Poor Tori," She cooed, "What are you going to do when you're old and have fallen?"
Victoria rolled her eyes, "Sherlock would notice sooner or later that I was missing when he needed something from me."
They sat on the couch, "Your and Sherlock's friendship is going to make both of your unhealthy lifestyles that much worse."
"Don't talk about me," Sherlock called from where he was standing with John.
"Oh hush," Mary smiled fondly at the man and glanced at her husband before going back to Victoria, "You know what I mean."
Victoria sighed dramatically and rested her cheek on her hand, "I suppose you're right… Sherlock, I don't suppose you would want to get married, would you?" She asked him.
Sherlock shot her an annoyed look that made both of the girls laugh. He didn't even dignify her with a response. He just went back to talking to John about his current case.
Mary pursed her lips to stop her giggles. "That wasn't what I meant at all, you silly girl…" She said quietly.
"Dating requires such an effort, though." Victoria pouted and followed her friend to the kitchen so they could check on the food.
"Would you be interested in maybe meeting a friend of mine?" Mary asked curiously, leaning against the kitchen counter.
Victoria shrugged, "Maybe. It really depends what you're friend is like…"
Mary smiled as she began to plan things out in her head, "I'll see what I can do."
Victoria passed the dish of green beans to Sherlock. She noticed that he was in considerably a better mood since they left.
"Look at you, Sherlock," She smiled, "You're positively glowing."
Sherlock snorted, "You're positively ridiculous." He glanced at her before placing the bowl of green beans on the table.
"You should have seen him earlier," Victoria told John and Mary, "He was being an absolute sour grape-"
"Sour grape," Sherlock scoffed.
"But it seems as if the change of environment was needed, " Victoria observed, "Or maybe John warms up that cold soul of yours." She looked at Sherlock to see him glaring at her. She knew that she had been poking at him all evening but it had been such a long time since she had been out with friends. She might be a borderline recluse but she could help adoring John and Mary.
John watched his two friends look at each other, one with a glare and the other with a teasing smile. "Why I haven't seen Sherlock glower this much since when you poked from at him after walking in on him naked."
Mary let out an unladylike snort, "Did you really?"
Victoria felt her cheeks turn slightly pink but she nodded.
"She accepted it with much more grace than I did when I first found myself in that predicament." John commented.
Mary smiled, "Well I didn't know that Sherlock was a nudist in his spare time."
"Clothes are restraining." Sherlock defended, "Why would I trouble myself with shirt buttons and the such when there are much more important matters to focus on?"
"Well, I can't say that I'm upset about being the only person at the table that hasn't seen Sherlock Holmes bare as a newborn, but I do admit that I'm curious." Mary chuckled.
"Can we change the subject please," Sherlock glared at everyone.
"How long did you think John was having an affair with Sherlock?" Mary asked with a grin.
"Only a few weeks," Victoria laughed.
Sherlock huffed, "This isn't any better."
