Sherlock's peace of mind (Automatic)
Chapter 14
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It's been five months and 3 hours and 20 seconds since Sherlock was asked to visit the girl in the lab. At first Sherlock didn't want to accept his brother's case but Mycroft's facial expression were priceless. He was basically the government but he couldn't figure out who the girl is. He was so miserable and Sherlock adored that. So he accepted his brother's case, which Mycroft insisted that it's just an offer, to pay 'the mysterious girl' they found a few visits.
At first sight she was just an ordinary girl trapped into a lab. Slim figure, pale, brown eyes and hair, spends most time indoors, 20 years old. That's what he could tell about her. But the further he spent time with her the more secrets he found of her. She was thin but quiet built. The way her eyes would dart and analyses every movement around her and all the evidence and reports they had collected of her, plus her blood sample shown that she wasn't just 'an ordinary girl'.
She was calm and collected if only he was staying in a safe distance. Which to Sherlock's deduction it was five large strikes: any closer than that she would get into the defeating position. Sherlock once managed to get close to her as close as two strikes trying to test her limits but he received a kick in the knee. And he learned his lesson. So in order to pass things with her he would either toss them toward her or put it on the floor and slide it with his leg.
Out of everything he showed her she only knew a couple of things, the essential tools. She had no idea what a phone or pen and paper were. If something was new she would arch an eyebrow, if she was confused she would frown. Her facial expressions were calm when she was listening, when she was happy she would swing her legs. She rarely talked. The only time she said an actual word was when she whispered her name when he introduced himself. She understood him completely but wasn't willing to talk.
She was foreign with most things but she knew what a computer was. She was totally familiar with laboratory tools. She wasn't neither wild nor a murderer. She was an experiment: that was the answer he gave to Mycroft after two months of spending time with her. She was being taught to kill. She couldn't write or read but she was familiar with technology, she didn't knew what a home was but she had a family. She was being raised somewhere away from humanity and the simplest everyday tools but she was skillful. That was the only answer Sherlock could come up with.
'The lab was where she had grew up and lived in. she attacked those men because they had entered her home without permission. She was just protecting herself.' He told Mycroft ' She is just misunderstood.' and those words felt so familiar slipping through his lips. He was so used to be misunderstood.
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It was around seven when John dropped by his former flat. His shift had just ended not so thirty minutes ago. Technically, he should have been in his bed and asleep as he had another shift starting at 6 a.m. But he couldn't just help the need to check on Sherlock.
Using his spare key, John unlocked the door and entered the flat. It was surprisingly quiet. He slide his key back into his pocket and strolled up the stairs. His fingers touched the handle and gently bent it down. A small smile captured his lips as the door slide open.
Diana was curled up on the leather sofa, her head resting on Sherlock's lap. Sherlock had one leg crossed under him, the one she was lying her head on, and the other dangling off the sofa, his head leaned to the side on the back of the sofa. A few dark curly strands falling in his eyes.
To be honest with himself, John didn't expect to see this side of Sherlock. He knew that he cared for his friends but love was less he expected to see of him. He doubted if he could love someone but more importantly he doubt that someone was capable of loving him back. John could tell that Sherlock didn't have a soft side. He found relationships boring, he never saw Sherlock in any sort of intimate relation with anyone, Janine and Irene were exceptional though, so John figured out it wasn't just a short term relationship. Sherlock actually cared, and if John dared to tell this in his face, he loved her.
John noticed a mug sitting on the sofa arm. Sherlock's long fingers were wrapped around the handle. His hold was light on it and it would soon fall off and crash to the floor. He didn't want the mug to disturb their little moment so he decided to take it into the kitchen and leave.
John walked as quiet as he could, almost tiptoed to the sofa. He reached his hand and slipped the mug away through Sherlock's fingers. Sherlock began to stir and within seconds he was fully awake. He rubbed a hand over his eyes and his eyes fixed on John.
"John," he called out, his voice croaky from sleep. "What are you doing here?"
"Hey there," he smiled at him "Came to check on you. I was just leaving, didn't want to disturb your sleep."
Sherlock shook his head and began to move but felt Diana's head laying on his lap. He gestured at the cushion on his former flat mate armchair.
"Would you please pass it over here, John?" John nodded, taking the cushion off of the armchair and handing it to him. Sherlock slipped one hand under her head and gently lifted her head off of his lap. He moved aside to make room to get up and replaced it with the cushion.
"I thought you said she only sleeps through the day?" John asked watching his friend stretching the sleep away from his body.
"I drugged her," Sherlock replied, walking to kitchen to get himself some water.
John's jaw dropped. "You did what?"
"I drugged her," Sherlock repeated himself calmly like it was nothing at all.
"You-" John hushed as Sherlock raised an eyebrow at him, gesturing not to talk too loud or he would wake her up. John glanced at the sleeping Diana before walking to the kitchen. This time talking in a low tone "You drugged the poor girl? Are you out of your head? She was injured a few days ago and you-"
Sherlock gulped down the water and put the glass back down on the table. "Oh, she'll be fine. It was only an experiment, John."
John stared at him like he was an idiot. He definitely was one. He drugged the only person, probably the first and last, who loved him. He tried his latest drug on her out of all the people. John scolded at him before leaving the flat in frustration, warning to be more human and sane toward her. Sherlock but only shrugged his shoulder.
He waited until he heard the front door close. He marched to the sofa and bent down next to it. He could feel the cold floor even through his pants. Brushing away a few locks out of her face, he smiled at her sleeping face sadly.
Sherlock had to drug her. She used any little chance she found to contact Mycroft to come and pick her up. Sherlock already hid her phone and made sure he set a secure password on his laptop so she couldn't email Mycroft. She tried to sneak his phone but he managed to keep it away from her. But today she typed down a text to Mycroft and before she hit the send button Sherlock came in with a mug of tea, which he drugged with sleeping pills, and convinced her to drink it all. And while she was dozing off and explaining Sherlock the reasons she needed to leave, he slipped his phone away from her reach.
No one understood how badly he wanted to keep her safe and by his side. He didn't want to let her leave and off to danger now that her health wasn't in the best conditions. Now that she possibly could…die.
He would drug her over and over or fly to the furthest side of the world just to keep her safe.
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