Ten
"R-Rivera?" his amethyst eyes sparkled under that midnight black hair and she almost cried as she hugged him tighter than ever.
"Get in here before you die," she joked and pulled him through the door. "Simon, um, I have something to tell you," she admitted. He was confused as she gave up, "Or I could just show you," she suggested and he was still confused.
But when he started to realize, her lips landed on his and he wrapped his arms around her, propping her on his waist and she welcomed his embrace. Oh, this was waited for, and well deserved as Rivera had been waiting for a year for him to notice this.
The feelings she had towards him. Guess I should introduce him to you, huh? Well, this is Simon and he's really tall, but she's just tall enough to reach his lips with hers. And this was the boy she had been crushing on all of 9th grade.
And they had been the best of friends, and of course, she grew attached. And Sherlock was right when he said she was capable of love, but she didn't need it. Which was why she simply waited for him to show her he liked he back with more than shy flirting.
And now that the zombie apocalypse had hit while she was vacationing, she swore that the next time she saw him, she would do this. So, here she was, kissing the boy she loved more than anything. And when he dropped her and they separated, he smiled, "I've wanted to do that for so long," he admitted.
"Why didn't you?" she asked as he blushed at his answer.
"I thought you liked Brianna, I didn't want to get in the way of you two."
She rolled her eyes and he laughed at himself for being so stupid. "So, how did you get here?" she asked, finally having her head.
"Remember when I said I was going on vacation," he explained. And she laughed.
"Where? I was on vacation here as well," she explained.
"Ah! Small world, I was in London and then these fucks started biting and I left my hotel room," he smiled. "But if it got me closer to you, I'm glad I was caught in this," he grinned and kissed her again. "What of your family?" he finally asked.
"You know what," she said as her smile dropped.
"Oh, I… I'm so sorry. I didn't realize," his head dropped, "I'm such an idiot." She hugged him, mumbling that that was why she loved him and he smiled again, hugging her back as a strange man walked in holding another's hand.
I took one good look at the boy she was hugging and I could definitely say that he was attractive, and he was obviously someone she knew. "Who's this, then?" I asked as Sherlock looked to me and then her.
"It's kinda funny, because he was doing the same as I was, and then he ended up here." She gestured for him to meet us properly and he did. His eyes widened when he heard our names. And that was when the rest of the group walked in and said theirs and he grinned.
"Since when did you know them?" he asked, grabbing her by the waist.
"Since I survived zombies long enough to get here," she said as if it was obvious. "And again, it's not just me that read your blog," she said to me. I smiled, apparently not.
"So, it this disaster just in London?" he asked. We all nodded, and he ran his fingers through his hair. "How, though?" he then asked.
"We don't know exactly, but we figure it was that they cut it off just in time. So we've been talking and we were planning a 'daring' escape," Sherlock explained and rolled his eyes at that description.
Mycroft joined in explaining everything we had been discussing and I could tell he was amazed with the ability that Sherlock possessed when it came to deducing this boy. And he finally said, "My name is Simon," and he was grinning.
So anyway, back to the daring escape that was bound to work…
"Okay, so well know what's going to happen?" I confirmed and they all nodded as the door burst open and Molly seized her car from outside and Sherlock and I took Rivera and Simon as Molly and Anthea got stuck with Mycroft and Gregory.
We were to seek out another vehicle in the area, as we had seen one close to here somewhere and Molly was taking Anthea and the rest to the border of the city where we decided we would meet. And I have to say, even Simon was showing off as we finally reached that abandoned car we had found a few days before.
We really lucked out when there was gas in it, and the keys were hanging in the ignition. Sherlock turned them as everyone climbed in and he sped off. He was the one who knew where the location was, so he was the one to drive.
We had been waiting for weeks planning this, and finally it came time and we were more ready than we had been for any of this. It was nice to finally have hope that this was going to end…
But my vision started fading as I started remembering. Not hallucinating, definitely not. It was a huge head ache, and then I started getting flashes of my past. And it was all with Sherlock. I didn't understand until I passed out…
"Sherlock!" I woke up on a bed in a white room. I was so confused as wires pulled at my skin and I pulled them from me. But Mycroft walked in, telling me that I shouldn't be pulling on them. and he removed them for me. "Where is Sherlock?"I yelled.
He rolled his eyes as Sherlock burst through the door, "John! Oh my God, I thought I lost you!" he said and he hugged me as he pulled me from the bed. Mycroft scoffed as I wrapped my legs around him.
"Sherlock, what was that?" I asked and Mycroft had our attention as he explained.
"It was a simulator," he said. And he explained the science behind it as Sherlock just shrugged.
But I had to ask then, "Then who were Rivera and Simon?"
"Figments of technology," he said, and he also said, "So was I, technically. I wasn't there, but it was pretty easy to fake me. And, the rest of the group should be waking up soon," he said as he led us from this horrid room and I clutched Sherlock's hand.
"Why did you put us in a simulator?" I asked, suddenly getting pissed.
"I had a theory and I tested it, plain and simple," he explained and Sherlock narrowed his eyes, asking what this theory was. And he sighed, admitting, "I wanted to see if what you two said was true. That even if you didn't know each other, you would still fall in love all over again. I am sorry that I doubted you," he apologized.
"You wanted to know if… really?!" I yelled and Sherlock told me to calm down, rubbing my back. But my anger was seething, "You ripped us from our lives and threw us into an apocalypse to test some petty theory?!"
But Sherlock grabbed me by my arms and held me close, "Please stop it, John. Don't you see? This is a good thing," he said and I screamed, asking how?! And he said simply, "Because we were right. I love you, and I always will. And apparently," he didn't finish as I kissed him.
All my anger dissipated as I realized he was right. He was always right, "I love you," and his lips were mine. He accepted this and our tongues met and I remembered how good this felt, and it was so much better now.
Now that I knew this was real and that was fake, I want him again and we rushed from the house and to our flat. Mycroft was about to question, but then he realized what was going on and as we called a cab, he smiled.
I climbed in and Sherlock followed as I was leaning on him again and he was whispering things in my ear, but that was okay, because I was whispering things back…
Molly woke to have Anthea sitting over her and she smiled as Anthea was removing the wires. "It's okay now, we're safe," she assured the woman throwing loving looks to her.
When she was disconnected, "I thought I was going to die," she sobbed, but managed to smile as Anthea pulled her in for a kiss. When their tongues slid together, they both hummed in content, and Molly was crying harder.
"Don't cry, love," Anthea swiped at her cheeks. "It's okay now. Do you want me to prove it?" she asked as she helped Molly down from the table.
"How could you prove it?" Molly asked, sniffling and still shaking as Anthea led her through the big house and up the stairs. She pushed Molly into her room and pressed her gently to the wall, snogging her properly as her hands slid to Molly's hips.
She closed the door as Molly grinned at the realiztion that she meant she would prove it through this moment, and she was okay with that…
Rivera woke and Mycroft was standing above her, "Where's Simon?" she asked and Mycroft smiled. Simon walked from behind him and Rivera smiled. "You told them we were part of the simulation, didn't you?" Mycroft nodded, "Good," she said and Simon hugged her.
She hopped from the table and Mycroft led them to the streets where he hailed a cab and gave them cash and they were off back to their home. Well, the orphanage that they called home, but it was warm all the same.
When they stepped through the door, the little children greeted them with open arms and some cried at how long they had been gone. And Rivera let happy tears flow as Simon hugged her tight and kissed them away.
She finally smiled as their 'mother' approached. "You know, if I ever adopted you two, it'd get real awkward real fast," she joked and Rivera hugged her.
"Yeah, we know," she chuckled and Simon simply had a hand on her back as Rivera grinned. But she couldn't help it. She had met Sherlock Holmes and found a new home here. Here, as in away from America where her family had been brutally murdered. But that was in the past as she had Simon and her mother and the little kids that adored the hell out of her.
She was happy, for all it was worth. And she knew she had to get back to school tomorrow, and she was fine with that. Especially since Simon was going back with her.
All in all, this was a happy ending. There was none of her biological family left, but she was happy and she knew that that family was watching over her and she knew they would want this. they would want her to be happy.
And even though it was just a simulator, she was glad to finally meet her idols, her heroes. And she was right, they would be brilliant in a zombie apocalypse. She was also glad that Mycroft had agreed to let Simon in the simulator with her.
She was getting lonely and she knew she would need him at some point, even if she didn't remember that they weren't about to die, she still would have wanted Simon. Or anyone, really to love her and tell her it was okay.
Which now, it wasn't, but she could tell it was going to be. And the people at school did question why she had been gone for a month, but she simply said she had been vacationing. And it was the truth, as she had been taking a break from life an loving in a place of imagination…
So yeah, how did you like the end of that one? As in, reviews? ... :-)
