Hey! Thanks for reading. In case you hadn't already guessed, I really don't own Sherlock. If I did, I would be in it and married to John. The BBC has the pleasure of calling Sherlock their own. I kept forgetting to do that... :P Constructive crit is most welcome!
Chapter 11
Snuggled on the sofa with chocolate, red wine, Men in Black and John was the best way of spending an evening to Rachel. John always let her have the orange chocolates, and she let him eat all the nutty ones. Coffee flavour was always, by mutual agreement, left. It never failed to make Rachel smile how they could go from ballgowns and and killers to pajamas and aliens. Her life was mad, and she loved it. Specifically, she loved John. After the movie, however, he looked a bit sad. "Hey, I thought you liked that film?" Rachel questioned, confused.
"I do. It's just... Rachel. I feel like Agent K sometimes. Older and slower. Like I don't smile. And that you deserve better."
"John, I love you, don't say that. Since when has that mattered? I don't want someone my own age, I want you. You're a great guy."
"No I'm really not. I shot someone last night! And he wasn't the first, either. You should have left me for someone young and heavy-conscience free ages ago."
Rachel's eyes shone with unshed tears at how selfless he was being for her. "What can you deduce about how I haven't left you then? That I really love you, idiot."
Mrs Hudson found them in the morning entwined on the sofa in front of the TV in 221B. Rachel was sleeping, and John was stroking her hair in favour of disturbing her slumber. "Morning" John whispered, smiling.
"Bacon and eggs for two?" She enquired. "Only because Rachel's over, mind."
"Sounds lovely."
Mwahahahah!
Katie rolled over at her text alert fumbling on her bedside table for her iPhone.
morning babe xx
Nathaniel Farrier 08:02 AM
hello alarm clock :) love u xx
Katie Eveleigh 08:02 AM
haha c u biochem? Xx
Nathaniel Farrier 08:02 AM
yup xx
Katie Eveleigh 08:02 AM
meet train. 5 mins! Xx
Nathaniel Farrier 08:02 AM
Katie began to hurl clothes on, washing her face and adding mascara and concealer. In the kitchen she set off some toast, found jam and a knife and ate fast. Grabbing her bag, she stuck a post-it to the fridge.
Gone biochem, see u all soon! K
At 08:05 Eleanor woke. She found some jeans and a t-shirt with Simon's cat on, dressing while Luna leapt off the end of her bed and waited at her bedroom door. Blinking away sleep as she wandered into the kitchen, she filled Luna's bowl and set out some water. Which was batted out of the bowl the moment she turned her back. Eleanor sighed and munched her cheerios. "Are you gonna do that again? Cos I'm not giving you any more."
"Mrow."
Beep. Beep. Be-
Chloe rolled over, slamming her hand on the alarm's off switch. Ten past eight. Damn. Four hours sleep, and class today. At least she didn't have to work as well. Endless hours reliving the kisses were not going to boost her grades. Shower, clothes, food. Good plan. In the kitchen Luna rubbed against her legs in greeting and Eleanor waved a spoon sleepily. "Morning. Uh, Eleanor, don't you have class today?"
"Yeah, half past."
Chloe threw her a packet of Doritos, saying "Ten minutes!" Eleanor rolled her eyes, grabbed her bag and left, calling a farewell as she went.
When on the street, she had to dig her Nokia from her pocket when the familiar strains of Horrible Histories' Charles II emanated from her pocket, alerting Eleanor to a call. "Hello?"
"Hey. How're you?" Conor. Eleanor smiled.
"Yeah, good. You?"
Oh, I'm fine. You sound like you're walking. Where to?"
"History class, I'm late."
"Let me give you a lift."
"Conor! You don't have to, you don't even know where I am!"
"Oh, I wouldn't bet on it." Eleanor spun to face the road, where Conor's green Ford was waiting, his grinning face watching her. She grinned back, sliding in.
"Don't sneak up on me! Anyone listening will think you're a stalker!"
Conor's grin only widened.
"Do you have class today?" John asked from his armchair, laptop on his knee.
"Nah." Rachel was finishing her bacon at the only square of non-contaminated table. "Week off, to the envy of my flatmates."
"Uh huh. Tell me, where would you go on a city break?"
"Venice. Are you plotting something, Dr Watson?" Rachel attempted to peer at the web browser, but John quickly shut the lid.
"Never, Miss Hunter. Now go get dressed."
When she was out the door, he reopened the lid, entered 'Venice' into the search bar and booked three days for two from the next day.
Art held no focus for Chloe. Sherlock kept shoving all thought of brush strokes and canvas out of her head and taking it over. Art just did not compare to intelligence and wit of the Sherlock variety. That is, until it was time to use the techniques learnt to paint anything desired. For an hour while her classmates painted flowers she sketched and painted a face. Curls, cheekbones, collars and curved cherub lips. All that eluded her was the eyes. Cold, deductive and ice-grey, or in a rare laughing emerald green? Eventually, they were ice, but with the rarely seen sparkle that heralded a new lead on a case. When she handed it in, Chloe discovered she was wrong that morning. Sherlock did improve her grades.
this is dull. rthr b xing u xx
Nathaniel Farrier 11:46 AM
ur dstrctng me. I agree tho xx
Katie Eveleigh 11:46 AM
ur blushing ;) xx
Nathaniel Farrier 11:46 AM
shut it, damn u! xx
Katie Eveleigh 11:46 AM
its gttng wrse... xx
Nathaniel Farrier 11:46 AM
Katie's phone is currently switched off. Please try again later.
Katie watched as her boyfriend's shoulders shook with uncontrollable silent laughter. She also watched him be sent out of the classroom to "calm down" with some degree of satisfaction.
