So sorry this is so late, but I hate writing at my dads, because the internet is so slow, and if I plan to email the chapter to myself, I end up forgetting to email it to myself, which is so annoying, but it's the sad, sad truth, so instead of writing, I kind of planned this chapter out a little.
The next chapter will be a little late as well, because Wednesday I am going to Chicago with my friend since 5th grade and her family, so yay! Also, I went to the doctor today, but the X-ray machine was down, but they went ahead and did some blood work to check for anemia, diabetes, and something for my thyroid. Wee…
I bawled like a baby, because I'm terrified of needles, and it took at least three to five minutes for them to get me calmed down and to take my blood. Luckily, my mom's friend was working, and she did it, and gave me Frozen stickers, and Avengers stickers, which made me feel a thousand times better.
Anyway, I'll stop talking (well, typing, rather)
Here you go!
When I woke up the next morning, I forgot where I was, and it sent me into a slight panic, until I rolled over and was met with a head of black curls, and I smiled, my left thumb grazing over my ring.
I crawled out of bed quietly, and walked into the living room, finding John, sitting on his laptop, drinking a cup of tea. He didn't seem to notice me, and I don't know what he would do if he saw me coming from Sherlock's room, so I went through the kitchen door leading to the stairs, only to come back through the front door without being noticed.
"Morning." I said cheerfully. John looked at me and smiled.
"Morning. Sleep well?" he asked, and I nodded. "Good."
"What about you?" I asked, as I walked into the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee.
"Yeah, I slept...fine."He said, and I turned back to him, staring at him while I poured my coffee.
"You don't sound fine." I said, walking to the table where he sat, sitting across from him, moving letters and documents out of my way. "What's up?" I asked.
"Oh, it's nothing. I'm sure it will blow over soon."
"Tell me." I demanded. I wasn't a scary person, I knew that. I was as terrifying as a newborn puppy, but my demand seemed to get to him somehow, and he gave in.
"Sarah and I got into a bit of a disagreement."
"Uh oh." I said. "Are you guys okay?"
"Ye-" He began, but then shook his head. "No, not really."
"You split up?"
"Yeah." he put his hand up. "But, like I said, we fixed it last time, I'm sure we can fix it again, it will just take a little time." he assured me. I nodded, hoping they would.
"I hope so. I like Sarah." I said, taking a sip of my coffee, and pulling my laptop in front of me. "I'm just worried, if you guys are done for good, what's going to happen to mine and Sarah's relationship. We're good friends." I worried out loud. John sighed.
"Well just because we've split up, doesn't mean you guys have to."
"You make it sound like we were in a relationship, too, Sarah and I." I laughed. He wasn't amused.
"You know what I meant. We split on somewhat good terms." he said, easing my nerves a little.
I opened my e-mail, and found hundreds of new messages, most of them from college, and some from Harry and mom, which I answered quickly.
"Oh, and by the way," John began. "I saw you sneak from the kitchen." he said, glancing at me over the laptops, a small, smug smile playing on his lips. My eyes widened a little, and he put his hands up. "I'm not going to say anything, I could say a lot, but I wont."
"Thank you." I said, bringing a hand up to my forehead, resting my head in my palm for a moment, as I read through Harry's extremely long email about the group she had been going to for her drinking, saying she was going to sober up. I was ecstatic that my sister was trying. I know it's not easy, so I sent her a quick little email, giving her my support and love, and asking her to come visit sometimes, adding a 'pretty, pretty please with a cherry on top' (which got her every time).
"You probably should give that back to Sherlock, that ring." John said. I looked at him quickly, before realizing he was talking about the ring, and remembering he didn't know.
"Oh, right. I'll do that when he wakes up." I promised him, not knowing if Sherlock wanted him to know just yet. I, of course, had no problem with him knowing, but I knew he would think it was too early, and, to some, it may be, but I was happy, and Sherlock seems to be as well.
Mrs. Hudson walked in, with a bag of, what I guessed was food, and made her way to the kitchen, saying her good mornings as she went. I felt like jumping out of my seat, I was so happy. She hadn't made breakfast for us in a long time.
She was in the middle of cooking breakfast, and i was almost finished writing my end of term paper when Sherlock woke up and trudged from the kitchen, into the living room, plopping down in his chair, as he usually did.
"Good morning." I said, glancing from my work as he turned his head and sent me a smile. John had left and gone outside to call Sarah and ask if they could talk sometime today or tomorrow. I slammed my laptop closed as soon as I wrote the last word, and moved it from that table, to the coffee table, before picking up a handful of paper and sorting them out.
"Hey, Sherlock? could you help me?" I asked him, and he shot from his chair and got to work on the other side of the table.
"John still at Sarah's?" He asked.
"No, he got back early this morning. Him and Sarah split up." I explained.
"Oh." Sherlock said, surprised.
"Yeah. I thought they were in it for the long run, too." Sherlock scrunched his nose and shook his head.
"I didn't think so." he said.
"Really?" he shook his head.
"For the best though."
"What? I thought you like Sarah." I said. Sherlock seemed to be a little excited about their split.
"She annoyed me." I laughed.
"You only met her once." I said.
"And she annoyed me."
"And watch it, that's one of my friends."
"Well, your friend annoyed me."
I laughed again. It was no secret he wasn't a fan of Sarah at all.
"Did you ever tell John?" I asked.
"I thought my opinion was quite clear when he brought her over the first, and last time." He explained, throwing a handful of papers in the trash after going through them.
"Oh, yeah. It was." I remembered.
We fell silent as we cleared the last corner of the table. Then, satisfied with our work, we sat down and waited for breakfast to finish.
I wiped my hands over my face. I was exhausted, though I had gotten enough sleep. I guessed it was stress with finals being so close and all.
"Have you told John?" Sherlock asked, nodding towards my hand. I shook my head.
"No, not yet. He's noticed it was still there, but he just thought I hadn't given it back to you yet."
Sherlock only responded with a low hum, both of our eyes glancing towards Mrs. Hudson. Luckily we were talking low enough that she didn't hear us and continued on with her light singing, which drove Sherlock mad.
"When do you want to tell him?" he asked. I shrugged.
"I'm okay with whenever." he nodded, before his brows furrowed.
"I figured we'd wait. Not for too long, but just until we're sure we're ready to tell everyone." He said, slowly. I nodded.
"Fine with me." I smiled, as Mrs. Hudson's singing got louder, and Sherlock buried his head in his hands. I laughed.
"If she doesn't stop-" he cut off, not finishing his sentence. She wasn't singing a real song, I didn't think, just random notes, making her own, odd melody.
"She's composing." I joked as he groaned, shaking his head.
"No, that's not composing, that's murdering my ears." He corrected. I laughed, and she turned to us, a smile on her face.
"What's so funny?" She asked, laughing a little herself.
"Nothing, I'm just being silly."
"Oh, thank God, she stopped." Sherlock whispered as I spoke, causing me to laugh a little harder.
"Oh, alright." She said, turning back to the stove, humming again, louder this time. I laid my head on the table, shaking with laughter and biting my lip so I wouldn't make a sound, knowing that Sherlock was not happy in the slightest.
I calmed down and looked up at his scowl, and smiled.
"I think I'm going to pull a Van Gogh and get an ear cut off, what do you think?" He asked. "Or maybe both ears."
"I think you would look handsome." I said sarcastically.
"Do you think?"
"Yeah." I reached over the table, and covered his ears with my hands, trying to imagine him without them, and chuckled, shaking my head.
"No, no don't, not really, it was a lie." I said, quickly. He laughed as John walked in, and I took my hands away from Sherlock's face. He raised an eyebrow at us, but quickly lowered it.
"Everything good?" I asked. He shook his head.
"Not really." He said. I stood so he could have his chair back, and I went to sit my Sherlock, sitting closer to the window.
"Sorry." I said as I sat down. "There are plenty of fish in the sea." I said, but he glared at me, both of the boys did.
"Really?" Sherlock asked, and I shrugged.
"I tried to help."
"That's not going to help."
"It might, you don't know." I argued, but I knew it probably wouldn't. I sent an apologetic smile to John, who returned it.
"Oh woah." I said as the plate was sat in my way. I wasn't expecting her to serve us.
"We could have gotten up and got it ourself Mrs. H. No need to go through all the trouble." John told her while she walked to the kitchen. She waved a hand.
"No, no, it's fine." She smiled, and brought some more things to the table. A car pulled up in front of out flat, and I looked out of the window to see a black car and a familiar face emerge from it.
"It's your brother." I said to Sherlock, who made a noise of disgust.
"What does he want now?" He asked. Mrs. Hudson went down to let him in, and we continued eating, Sherlock, grabbing a newspaper, reading it. I looked at him, a brow raised.
"Maybe he'll leave me alone." He joked, and continued reading while I giggled.
"The photographs are safe." Sherlock said as Mycroft walked in.
"Well now he won't leave you alone. You spoke." I whispered, causing him to smile.
"Yes, in the hands of a fugitive sex worker." I wasn't aware she had gotten the photo's back.
"She's not interested in blackmail, she wants...protection for some reason. I take it you've stood down the police investigation into the shooting at her house?" Sherlock asked.
"How can we do anything while she has the photographs? Our hands are tied."
"She'd applaud your choice of words." I commented, earning a glare from Mycroft, and a smirk from the boys.
"You see how this works: that camera is her "Get out of jail free" card. You have to leave her alone, treat her like royalty."
"Though not the way she treats royalty." John said, and I almost spit out my milk. Luckily, I didn't though.
"Mmm, that would cause all kinds of trouble." I said. I was going to shove another forkful of eggs in my mouth when a female sigh filled the air, and it was rather...rude. Everyone looked to me, eyes wide. I glanced at them.
"It wasn't me." I said, putting my hands up.
"What was that?" John asked.
"Text." Sherlock said, folding his newspaper.
"But what was that noise?" I asked as Sherlock rose to get his phone, checking the message.
"Did you know there were other people after her, too, Mycroft, before you sent Elizabeth, John, and I in there? CIA trained killers, at an excellent guess." Sherlock changed the subject.
"Yeah, thanks for that Mycroft." John said.
"It's a disgrace." Mrs. Hudson said, sternly, walking into the room with a plate for Sherlock, who hadn't gotten his food yet. "Sending you little brother into danger like that. Family is all we have in the end, Mycroft Holmes."
"Oh, shut up, Mrs. Hudson."
"Mycroft!" Sherlock boomed, while John let out a yell as well, and I stared at him, surprised.
"Apologise." he said to Mrs. Hudson after a while.
"Thank you." She said, stomping back to the kitchen.
"But do, in fact, shut up." Sherlock called after her, and I hit his shoulder lightly as his phone made the noise again.
"Ooh, It's a bit rude, that noise, isn't it?" Mrs. Hudson asked, walking back into the kitchen.
"There's nothing you can do, and nothing she will do, as far as I can see." Sherlock ignored her, continuing the conversation he was having with the eldest Holmes.
"I can put maximum surveillance on her." Mycroft suggested.
"Why bother. You can follow her on twitter. I believe her username is "TheWhipHand"." Sherlock joked.
"Yes. Most amusing." Mycroft said sarcastically as his phone began to ring in his pocket, and he took the phone call outside, excusing himself from the room.
"Why does you phone make that noise?" I asked as soon as Mycroft was gone.
"What noise."
I rolled my eyes. "The one it just made." I clarified, though I really didn't think I would need to.
"It's a text alert. It means I've got a text."
"Your texts don't usually make that noise." John butted in.
"Well, somebody must have gotten a hold of my phone and, as a joke, personalized their text alert noise."
"So everytime they text you…" I was cut off by Sherlock's phone, which rang exactly on cue.
"It would seem so." he mumbled.
"Could you turn that phone down a bit. At my time of life…" Mrs. Hudson trailed off,
"I'm wondering who could have gotten a hold of your phone because it would have been in your coat, wouldn't it?" John asked. Sherlock raised the newspaper so neither one of us could see his face.
"I'll leave you to your deductions." he said from behind the paper as John smiled.
"I'm not stupid, you know."
"Where do you get that idea?"
Mycroft came back into the room, and the conversation ended.
"Bond Air is go, that's decided. Check with the Coventry lot. Talk later." He said, ending his phone conversation as well. We all looked at him.
"What else does she have?" Sherlock asked Mycroft. "Irene Adler. The Americans wouldn't be interested in her for a couple of compromising photographs. There's more." he said, standing up. "Much more. Something big's coming, isn't it?" he asked, walking closer to his brother.
"Irene Adler is no longer any concern of yours. From now on you will stay out of this."
"Oh, will I?" Sherlock asked.
"Yes, Sherlock, you will." Sherlock only shrugged, and turned away from him. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a long and arduous apology to make to a very old friend."
"Do give her my love." Sherlock picked up his violin and began playing "God Save the Queen" as Mycroft left and John and I smiled.
"Please, please, please!" I begged, holding my hands clasped in front of me, as if I was praying. Sherlock sighed.
"Why?" He asked.
"Because it's fun, and the flat would look so nice ,and we can even get a hat for your skull. he can be festive, too!" I tried to say something that would change his mind. I was wanted to decorate for Christmas, which was right around the corner. It was a bit of a tradition when I was younger to decorate together for Christmas and make Christmas cookies and cakes, and listen to Christmas music while we worked, and those were some of my fondest memories as a kid, and I always loved it when Dad or, later on, Mom would drag the tree down along with all of the Christmas CD's and cook books.
This being my first Christmas here at Baker Street, I wanted to make it special, and what better way to celebrate than decoration with my favorite (and only) brother, and my fiancee?
John still doesn't know, though, that we are engaged, and we're not really sure how to tell him. I had take the ring off of my ring finger, and placed it on the right ring finger instead, so John wouldn't be too suspicious, and he had asked about the ring two or three times, asking if I had given it back to Sherlock, and saying that I really did need too. Sherlock finally intervened, saying that he gave it to me, seeing as he had no need for it, and I seemed to like it so much. His answer satisfied John, and he hasn't asked about it since.
"Maybe."
"A tree?" I asked.
"Possibly."
"Lights and garland?"
"As long as you don't add tinsel." He sighed.
"Will you come and help me pick stuff out?" I asked, not wanting to go alone, and seeing as he lived here too, he should have a say.
He was silent, thinking it over, before jumping from his chair.
"Why not." he said, grabbing his coat and scarf while I yanked mine from the arm of John's chair.
I practically ran to get a cab, and I tugged Sherlock along with me, as if I were a child going to DIsneyland, yanking their parent around with them.
We looked at thousands of different trees, before I found one I really liked. It was small. Small enough to fit in the flat, but couldn't find one that would be able to fit comfortably in the flat, without us having to move furniture around, and even then it would just be cluttered, so I moved on to lights and garland, picking up two or three boxes of each.
"Will we really need that much?" Sherlock asked.
"Never hurts to have a little extra." I told him. "'Better to have it and not need it, than to need it and not have it.'" I quoted. Sherlock sighed as we moved to the ornaments.
"Pick some out." I said, gesturing to the little boxes of clay statues and glass spheres.
He picked out a handful, and I did the same.
"What about John? Is he coming to pick some up?"
"No." I said. "He grew up and got a job, that loser. He doesn't deserve to have all of the fun with picking out the decorations." Sherlock laughed as we made our way to the check out, and then back to the flat.
I ran inside, carrying most of the bags, throwing them on the couch, and waiting for John to get home, meanwhile, pulling out old cookbooks my mom had given to me, and planning on attempting to make some cookies.
I came down the stairs with an armful of them, and Sherlock stared, wide eyed at me.
"I thought you couldn't cook." He said.
"I can't, but I'll try, and you can, so if I mess up you can fix it."
"Oh, no, that would be your doing. Just follow the instructions, you'll be fine. Those cookies Mrs. Hudson helped you make weren't bad at all." I rolled my eyes, before starting on the cookies.
Just as I put them in the oven, John came home, and I ran to grab him and show him the decorations we bought. He seemed just as excited as I was, and we started instantly, pulling Sherlock into the party, letting him help us, as we blasted Christmas music, and would every once in a while, catch a whiff of my cookies burning in the oven.
That was absolutely fantastic….
Sorry that was kind of short, and there wasn't much of the episode…
Reviews:
I just adore this story! Ahh! They're engaged! :) Yay!
~Megla
Yay! I'm glad you are enjoying it!
More pleaz
~SnowKi
Here ya are darling! Hope you enjoy!
Brilliant, Please continue soon
~ hummingbird23
Thank you! Glad you like it, and thank you for reviewing!
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Wow. Just wow. Sherlock and Elizabeth engaged? I love it :)
I am amazed how well you incorporated Elizabeth into this. I loved the length too, an extra-long one to incorporate everything. I haven't had internet for a while, so I kind of binged in reading your fan fiction when I could access the new chapters...
I had to read the Boy in the Striped Pajamas, and watch the movie, for Social Studies in year 10. I loved it, and I loved how it showed the perspective of a child on something that could be deemed so dark. I love history too, so it was enjoyable for me as well.
I hope you are well, and I look forward to whenever you update again.
By my hand and seal,
- Elyshia
Hello, dear!
I thought I owed everyone an extra long chapter for not updating as long as I did, and there was so much information in that chapter, and it felt wrong to chop that in half. I'm glad you liked it (I was super worried about it, I loved writing it though!)
To be honest, I did not plan for Sherlock and Elizabeth to get engaged. I just started writing, and ran with it, and saw the opportunity, and took it.
I love history as well, and am actually thinking about becoming a history teacher if being an author doesn't work out for me (though I'm sure I could probably find a way to somehow do both). I'm not as big of a fan of American History though as I am World History. I don't know why that is. Maybe because I love in America? And it has been drilled into my head since I began school? I don't know, but American history is kind of boring to me.
Anyway, I'm glad your internet is fixed. I seriously have no idea what I would do without it, and what I'm going to do on the six hour drive to Chicago. Last time I went, we took a charter bus, since it was a school trip, and we had WiFi on the bus,, so it wasn't bad (my battery was crap, though…), but I sadly won't have that luxury. I honestly don't know what I would do without internet.
Thanks for reviewing, and it's great to hear from you again!
May I always live to serve you and your crown.
~Eruaphadriel