JJJJJJEEEEEEESSSSUUUUS! I have not updated in so long! I am so sorry, school is majorly kicking my ass. Your reviews are keeping me going I swear,you are lovely people! So I left you with a bit of foreshadow (my creative writing class got me in the mood). Oh, get this, some jerk said that Sherlock wasn't as good the movies, I was about to reach into my pocket as open a can of whoop ass on this fool. You can't compare two beautiful Sherlocks! Bitch please, Benny is good looking and I want one...
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John slid into the lecture hall and took an empty seat nearest the door only to find Carmella's back pack there, the brunette sat in the seat next to it, brown eyes trained on the board in front of her, hair tied back.
"Your late." She said, not looking at John.
John moved her things, "I ran into Sherlock."
Carmella's head snapped to the side looking at John, "What?"
Adrian, beside her nudged her and nodded his head back to the board. John quickly took out his note book only to have it knocked aside by Carmella's notebook.
'I've taken to recording lectures.' Her scribble hand writing took up the whole page.
John looked over and saw in fact that Carmella's laptop was out and a removable webcam was sitting beside it and was pointed at the professor.
John bit his bottom lip and scribbled a note back, 'I ran into Sherlock and kissed him.'
He slid the notebook cautiously, he saw her eyes glance at it, then a look of confusion crossed her face, she picked up the book and looked at John's message. She shot out of her seat; the whole class and professor were looking at her.
"Ms. Cobromance?" the professor asked.
"Carmella?" John asked confused, looking at her. He received a harsh slap to his right cheek, snapping his head to the left.
She walked out calmly, leaving her things behind. Adrian looked at the notebook, gave John an odd look then taking off after Carmella.
John was left with the entire class watching him and the professor stumbling to cover his lecture over all the oddness that had played out in less than sixty seconds.
John stayed in the class, playing guard puppy over Carmella and Adrian's things, he'd figured out how to stop and save the day's lecture and drummed his fingers on her laptop.
She came back, anger barely contained, John wanted to speak but his cheek still stung from that harsh slap.
"Thanks." She spat then roughly took her things and left, pushing past Adrian. He looked worn, he came in and patted John's shoulder.
"Did I do something?" John asked, quite afraid that even though Carmella had left she would storm back in and hit him again.
Adrian sighed, "I can't answer that John. All I know is she is upset and will most likely burn the whole city to the ground if I don't stick around her for the next few hours."
John felt terrible he had done something wrong. He gathered he things and decided it was best to just head home, at least there he could lock himself in his room and forget.
As he headed down the hall he was met with a strong hold on his wrist that spun and pulled him down a smaller hall way.
John blinked, terrified and the first thing he could think of was, "I don't have any money."
"Like I give a shit about that."
John looked down to see Jim Moriarty looking up at him, bugger sure was short.
"Do you have a hearing problem John Watson?" Jim asked; hand near John's face.
"No why-"
"Then you must be stupid."
John glared, "I beg your pardon."
Jim slapped John in a very similar fashion Carmella had done only this felt colder and harsher, "Shut up. I told you Sherlock was mind and you had the pure nerve to kiss my Sherlock." His words were harsh and intense.
John rubbed his cheek, "Well what I do is none of-"John was cut off by a knee to his groin then a punch in the stomach. He fell to the floor in pain.
Jim got down and breathed in John's ear, "You are a weak bug, and you can do nothing for him. Stay away from my Sherlock or this will become a much bigger problem."
"MORIARTY!"
"What?!" Jim snapped looking down the hall where the loud voice had come from then John saw a two-by-four smash into the left side of Jim's face.
Carmella was standing in front of John with a now bloody two-by-four and kicked Jim hard in the stomach, "You. Stay. The. FUCK. Away. From. My. FRIEND!" she shouted and punctuated the end of her sentences with kicks into Jim's stomach.
Adrian appeared and helped John up off the ground, "Are you alright?" he asked while Carmella unleashed unholy wrath down on Jim.
John blinked; he shook his head, "Oh my god! Aren't you going to stop her?!" John shouted and stood up.
"Oh yeah," Adrian said a little too casually. Adrian turned around and took a strong hold of Carmella's arm, as if he had found her off button she stopped.
Jim was in a ball, curled and bleeding, Adrian leaned down and he winced; "Now you see what I have the power to do? You cross me, Sherlock or Carmella again you will have no one but yourself to blame. Now beat it." He snapped.
Jim ran off as best he could, Adrian let Carmella go and dropped the two-by-four next to her feet.
"C-Car?" John asked, very shaken at the young woman's actions.
"I'm fine," she hissed. Then she took a deep breath, paused, "I'm fine." She said, more convincingly.
"Feel better?" Adrian asked patting her shoulder.
"Much." Carmella breathed and then stretched to her toes and stood, "John? You alright?"
John really didn't know how to answer that, he was still terrified, not at Jim anymore. He was terrified that this woman he'd know for a while now had just snapped, and very violently at that.
"F-Fine." John lied; he didn't know if he could look at Carmella the same.
Carmella made a face, spun then headed up the hall then left, she didn't say a word.
John let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding, he held onto his knees then looked up at Adrian, and he held his breath again.
"Don't worry," He said his hands up in defense, "She's only snapped a handful of times; she and Sherlock are the same like that, super smart, brilliant really, but no real handle on their emotions."
John stood up straight and he took another deep breath, "When was the last time she snapped?"
"Oh I think when Sherlock ended up in the hospital; she picked up a rubbish bin lid and threw it across the street."
"Oh god, did she break anything?" John asked, again shocked.
Adrian shrugged, "The neighbor's bins."
John snickered, he could see Carmella winding her arm back and letting go of a lid only to smash it into other bins.
"Funny right?" Adrian smiled, "Sherly once threw a glass at a wall, moron forgot it was one of his own experiments and spent the rest of the day all prissy about it."
John let out a laugh and so did Adrian, the two walked up the hall and there leaning on a wall was Carmella, eyes closed, looking calmer and tamer than she had in weeks.
"You want a milkshake?" Adrian asked her.
Carmella smiled she opened her eyes slowly; she stood up and punched Adrian in the arm, "You know that's not even a question, stupid."
Adrian laughed and the two talked, John smiled, he would never look at her the same.
Now he knew he mattered enough to her that she'd fight for him too...
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And God would he need her fight soon.