The Deal ch 8 part 1

Hey! I'm quite pleased with how this story is going, and I'm surprised at how it's beginning to pan out. I have an idea where this is going to go, and it won't stay primarily Jimmy/OC for too much longer. (Sorry). I have this whole love triangle thing that I want to mess around with. Yes, I know, it's OOC for Sherlock. But it's Sherlock/OC. What. Do. You. Expect?

This chapter has been split in two. Why? Because Jasabelle is tired. And she is in a lousy mood. And she wanted to update at least something for you all.

Thank you to doctorHolmestuck for helping me with the structure today. :D


The sunlight managed to filter through the heavy curtains, streaming in thin beams across the semi-darkened room. Avery Jackson stretched languidly, yawning and blinking in the light. Huh. Her face hurt, quite a bit, actually, and she was certain she had a few blotchy bruises.

Sherlock would be able to tell her. So she rolled over to ask him, but he wasn't there. Avery couldn't help but feel a tad rejected. Then she had a thought; he probably slept on the couch.

This suspicion was confirmed when Avery sat up and saw that the pile of clothes on the floor had been diminished marginally. She couldn't locate her dress, and wondered vaguely where it was. Oh well. After putting on some shorts and underwear, she picked up the first item of their clothing that she could find – his shirt. Avery smirked to herself, wearing the shirt like a dress, and then wandered out of her bedroom in search of Sherlock.

He was, as she had suspected, on the couch. But he wasn't sleeping. He was staring into space.

"Hello?" Avery said, plopping onto the couch.

Sherlock moved his head to look at her, using her lap as a pillow.

"Did you sleep well?" he asked.

His question surprised her.

"Why bother answering a question you asked only out of an attempt at being human?" Avery countered, smirking.

He laughed at her.

"Good answer," he grinned.

Avery laughed with him, gently running her fingers through his already messy hair.

Human contact was unfamiliar to Sherlock, however, he was curious, and liked to experiment.

"Breakfast?" Avery suggested.

"Coffee," he countered.

"You can get it yourself then," Avery said with a cheeky smirk.

He sighed and shifted so she could stand up.

"You're already up…"

Avery swatted at him playfully, blowing him a kiss as she wandered off in search of coffee.


I split this chapter in half. I am tired, I am in a lousy mood, and I needed to update, so this is chapter 8, part one. I'll update the second part tomorrow. :D