Sorry for the wait. I didn't like the last chapter I wrote, so I wrote a different one.
"Cruella De Ville" from Disney's 101 Dalmations
This is my first Irene fic, so be nice.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock.
Irene scarred John a little. He knew that he shouldn't be surprised, with all the strange people he had come into contact with through Sherlock, he had become desensitized to their strangeness. But seeing Irene for the first time in her house had given him a wake-up call.
What scarred him were the lengths she was willing to go to keep things secret. She had drugged Sherlock for God's sake! And over a phone, too!
But John realized that she was human, more human than Sherlock, really. She had fallen in love with him, and while the feeling probably wasn't mutual, it showed that there was a match for Sherlock.
Too bad she was dead.
I know that was short. Like, really short. But it was nice, right? Tell me via reviews!