Chapter 14- New Day
A/n: thank you so much to mvignal and the guest who reviewed yesterday! I really appreciate your support and advice!
To everyone else, I really, really hope you are enjoying my story so far!
Not much I can say about this chapter, but I hope you enjoy it anyway!
Please enjoy, and review if you have the time :D
Oh and in case anyone noticed, I have stopped putting the dates up. This is because I forgot to keep track and it's just easier for me in general, so I'm sorry for any inconvenience! Xxx
JW
The room was unnaturally quiet when I ambled in the next morning. In the cluttered chaos of books, soot and ripped pages, I sat, tea in my hand, wondering where Sherlock was.
For a terrible dizzying moment, I felt as if the past few days had been just a dream, and really, Sherlock was dead. I had to close my eyes and force the images away before it hurt too much.
Then, his bedroom door opened slowly, and a bedraggled Sherlock slumped into the room, his dressing gown hanging limply off his left shoulder.
"What time is it?" he asked thickly.
"Late," I said with a sleepy grin, "it's 11.45,"
He groaned, "I wanted to get up earlier than that!" he scowled at himself in the mirror.
"You can't tell your body to wake up if it's too tired," I told him, "and you were shattered,"
He spun on his heels to face me.
"Was I?" he asked looking surprised.
"Yes, and so was I," I said, slightly amused.
He blinked, then his mouth started to turn up at the corners.
"I distinctly remember you pushing me on my bed, John, how very interesting,"
I glared at him.
"Shut up, what the hell are you implying?"
"I'm not implying anything," he grinned, "I'm merely stating,"
"Oh for God's sake," I scoffed, "I was being a doctor Sherlock!"
"Of course John," he bowed to me, my anger flared.
"Sherlock!"
He laughed, "I'm only winding you up John, and you never disappoint me,"
I shot him a murderous glance, then decided to ignore him. I went to the kitchen; dropped some bread in the toaster and, despite my fury, made him some tea anyway. Then I glanced out the kitchen window. It was a very grey day, with a thick fog that obscured the distant houses to blackened smudges. Car headlights winked like hazy fairy lights on the main road, which was nothing more than an almost invisible black snake in the fog. The condensation on the window was starting to trickle like snails tracks as the heat in the room built. It told me that it was very cold outside.
"It going to start raining in approximately half an hour," said Sherlock from the sofa.
"How do- oh never mind," I sighed, as the toast popped up with a cheerful clink. I slapped it on a plate, buttered it lightly and dropped it on the table with his tea.
He looked at the toast as though reading it.
"I'm not hungry," he said blankly.
"Oh, so no 'thank you ' then," I replied haughtily, picking up a piece, "it's for me as well,"
He scanned me then, his blue eyes distant.
"Thank you, " he forced.
I munched on my piece slowly. It wasn't bad actually, I thought proudly. Not as good as Mrs Hudson's but still fine. He just sat there, lanky fingers cupped around his tea, looking ridiculously thin.
"Even you have to eat you know," I said frowning at him.
He sighed impatiently.
"I know, I'm just not- hungry," he spoke deliberately slowly, his lips forming every word perfectly. He sipped his tea.
"Eat anyway,"
"No,"
"For me?"
He pulled a face.
"No,"
"Why?"
"I'm not hungry,"
"Why?" I was suddenly frustrated.
"I'm just not!"
I took another piece. There were two left. I took my time, nibbling at it, while he sipped his tea quietly.
"I'm going to get a shower ok?" I sighed, finally getting up.
"Go ahead, you may need to take the things out the bath first though,"
I froze.
"What things?" I asked, unnerved.
"Just experiments,"
I soon found out. The reek in the bathroom had me retching out of the small window, trying to gulp in some fresh air.
There were human fingers in the bath.
Human. Fingers!
Floating eerily in the water like something out of a horror movie.
It was absolutely discussing.
I stumbled back into the room, where an un-perturbed Sherlock lay on the sofa. To my intense surprise, the toast had gone. He'd eaten it after all.
"There is no way… I'm cleaning that up!" I yelled at him, feeling slightly ill, "you are doing that!"
"I did warn you," he said airily, "I'm experimenting on the effect of water on dead pores. I thought fingers were better than a full body,"
"Too right," I hissed, "when did you get them anyway?"
"St Bart's of course, yesterday,"
"Yesterday?" I echoed disbelievingly, wondering when the hell he had time to do that, "right,"
"So they need to stay there,"
"What?" I cried, "How are we supposed to shower?"
"I believe Mrs Hudson has a shower John," he said airily.
I stared at him.
"You want me to break into Mrs Hudson's flat to use her shower?"
"No, but you do,"
I did of course, which sounds terrible.
"Yeah well it's locked, I can't get in without a key," I reminded him.
He threw me a dirty look.
"Seriously John, do you know me at all?" he scoffed.
I realised what he was saying straight away, and backed off.
"No," I said firmly, "absolutely not!"
"She's not home, no one would notice," he said scrambling from the sofa. He walked over the coffee table in his path to get to me.
"You are breaking and entering Sherlock! It's a crime!" I exclaimed.
"I'm not breaking anything, just entering," he said with a smirk.
I found myself getting steered down the stairs and going nose to nose with Mrs Hudson's door. Never before had it looked so threatening.
"Don't," I said feebly. He just gave me a flat stare, then looked to the lock.
"Small, Yale lock, easy," he inserted a straightened paper clip into the lock, wiggled it about a bit, then pushed gently.
It swung open.
An alarm went off.
Immediately Sherlock whirled around, observing the numbers, wiggling his fingers slightly.
"Oh Mrs Hudson," he sighed.
He punched in the numbers 4036. The alarm stopped.
"She's so predictable," he said with a grin, then bowed to me. I scowled.
"Enjoy your shower John," he said disappearing back up the stairs.
A/n: just so you know I don't know if the 'paperclip in the lock' thing works, or what Sherlock is talking about in the experiment.
Also, does anyone get what Mrs Hudson's code is? 40- 36?
I'll leave you until I put up the next chapter to guess- just a little game I thought I could play to keep you all interested…
Anyway I really hope you enjoyed it and please review if you have the time! X