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John had been touched by the sweet tales that revolved around the remarkable dark haired woman. John really hoped that her team at the lab figured out how to cure the deadly virus so he too could have a few touching stories of the woman he'd come to admire almost as much as Sherlock.
Well, all that went out the window when he came up the stairs just behind Adrian. The taller man looked just as shocked as he was.
Carmella had one of Sherlock's suits on; the two sat across from one another as he and John had done a thousand times. But to make matters worse the two were smoking and drinking tea and it seems they had walked in on an odd conversion of a bombs reaction rate if it were to hit the human stomach.
"Carmella Cobromance. That had better not be a cigarette in your hand." Adrian threatened.
"Sherlock, you were doing so well!" John said and came over to take the cigarette out of Sherlock's hand.
"Oh come on I'm dying! I can have one!" Carmella whined trying to fend off Adrian.
"Carmella had one why couldn't I?" Sherlock said holding his hand up above John.
John was going to complain and scold Sherlock until he noticed there was no smoke sent lacing the air or ash falling from the cigarette above his head.
"That isn't real is it?" John asked.
Sherlock put the tube to his lips, took a deep inhale and blew it into John's face, water vapor blew pass his face, "No but it is disposable." Sherlock said and took another long drag.
"Come on Car let it go." Adrian demanded and easily took the electronic cigarette and took a long drag for himself. He let out a sigh of relief, "That's better."
Carmella looked annoyed as the taller, bigger and stronger of the two could always easily take things from her.
"You're swimming in that suit." Adrian said and blew the 'smoke' into the air above him.
"Well I didn't have anything to change into moron." Carmella glared as her cigarette was still just out of reach on Adrian's fingers.
"Sorry, I picked up food and train tickets." Adrian said before taking another long drag and giving into the junkie's demands.
"Tickets?" John asked looking away from Sherlock, long enough for the other man to slip by and stand near Carmella.
"Yeah, tickets, but right now we should all eat." Adrian said picking up the bag of food lying on the floor.
"I second that." Sherlock said, John looked unhappy with Sherlock and Carmella was busy smoking to even notice.
The group ate on trays after Carmella had changed into the clothes Adrian had brought her. She looked much better in an old band shirt and beat up jeans rather than Sherlock's suit.
"I think it suited you." Sherlock said eyeing the Chinese food Adrian had bought wearily.
Carmella laughed, snorting a little gaining the attention of everyone but Sherlock and causing the woman to blush, "What? It was a good pun, it suited me."
"Oh, hadn't thought of that." Sherlock said settling on a carton of fried rice.
The conversion was quite, mostly involving the next trip to Baskerville they had to take and the weather. Sherlock wasn't much of a small talker and Carmella seemed very absorbed in herself to notice the goings on. Then slowly she stood up, again all eyes were on her.
"Oh will you all relax?" Carmella said and headed out, most likely to the bathroom.
The quite returned, Adrian reached over for a small packet of soy sauce when there was a loud thump. Everyone quickly stood up.
"Car? Carmella? You alright?" Adrian called when he didn't hear a quick response he ran from the room followed closely by John then Sherlock.
Carmella was lying in the hallway, face down. Her fingers were twitching and her eyes shut tight, she was moaning in pain.
"Car? Carmella, can you hear me?" Adrian asked getting down on his knees next to her.
She moaned louder and from the looks of it was trying to cover her ears but her arms weren't moving much.
Adrian easily picked her up and carried her to Sherlock's room, he laid her down and put his fingers against her wrist, "Her pulse is quick, get me the medicine from my jacket." Adrian instructed, "And water."
The other two men exited quickly to do as instructed, John getting the medication and Sherlock the water. By the time they came back Adrian was removing a needle from her arm.
"That you, now a bandage if you could." He said pressing a tissue to Carmella's arm.
John left to find some bandages and Sherlock picked up the syringe carefully, "Done with this I take it?"
Adrian nodded and waved him away looking at Carmella to see any signs of change. John quickly came in with small gauze pad and a roll of medical tape. He wrapped up Carmella's arm while Adrian shook a few pills out of a bottle.
Carmella's eyes fluttered open and she took the pills and drank a little water before Adrian took them away and stood up, "You rest, come on John."
Adrian took John's arm as Carmella barely could stay awake. Once Adrian closed the door he sank to the floor.
"Adrian?" John said and went to put his hand on the taller man's shoulder only to have it slapped away.
Adrian raked a hand trough his hair, "She's really dying now."
John sat down next to the other doctor on the floor, "She really is."
Adrian pulled his knees up to his chest, "She can't be, that freak is indestructible." He said rubbing his eyes, trying to stop the tears from flowing.
John smiled and patted Adrian's head, "Well we can't let her see you like this huh?"
Adrian smiled a little, "Yeah." He stood up and rubbed his eyes, "I should go and pack up our stuff for the trip." Adrian said and quickly left, John still saw the scared, sad look in the taller man's eyes.
John sighed and came into the kitchen where he saw Sherlock's head back and the fake smoke floating into the air.
"Sher-"
"She is you know, she told me once." Sherlock said cutting him off.
"Told you what?" John asked coming a bit closer only to have Sherlock stand up and keep his back to him.
"She told me once she was indestructible," Sherlock said.
Sherlock was pinned in an alley way by a group of larger boys.
"You think your special don't ya freak?" one of the boys said and shoved him into another boy.
Sherlock had just deducted that the leader of this gang had kissed another boy, cheating on his girlfriend and making a fool of himself. Sherlock had managed to let that slip because he had been pushed, rather rudely by this boy from his favorite swing.
"He asked you a question freak!" another boy shouted and shoved the young Sherlock to the ground, scrapping up the boy's knees and coat.
Sherlock spat out some blood as another boy kicked him in the stomach and just as they all started to wail on him a red rain coat knight appeared.
"Hey! You guys better leave him alone!" she shouted.
Sherlock was too busy coughing out blood and wriggling in pain to notice much but he knew they all looked over at her.
"Yeah? Or what?" the oldest called.
"Or everyone is gonna know that you made out with a boy!" she shouted then Sherlock heard footsteps quickly running away.
"Get her!" the oldest shouted and then ran away.
Sherlock lay in pain for what seemed like days until he heard a loud, piercing scream. He sat up too quickly and ended up vomiting up some blood. But he couldn't worry about that. He ran down the alley and saw the boys running from somewhere and he ran towards the area they were fleeing.
Sherlock saw a gold shiny button by the mouth of this alley; it was partly covered in blood. He picked up and continued down the alley. His heart stopped when he saw a bloody Carmella laying in some garbage with her arm twisted in an inhuman position and blood dripping down her chin.
"Carmella! Are you ok?" Sherlock shouted trying to help Carmella but only getting blood on his hands.
"You kiddin' me?"Carmella chuckled, choking up more blood, "Didn't you know I'm indestructible?"
Sherlock smiled and patted her now ruined coat, "I'll get help."
"She's indestructible John." Sherlock said taking one last drag from the cigarette.
"Sherlock, no one is indestructible." John said trying to be reasonable.
"You're wrong. If there is one person who could be, it'd be her." Sherlock said and threw the now useless cigarette out and walking past John.
John held his tongue as Sherlock past and John saw just one tear slid down the consulting detective's cheek.
