** A chapter for each story today! If you don't know what I mean, check out my other story 'The Sick TimeLord'! Hope you enjoy this chapter! Stay Awesome -Me And The Time Vortex**
'No,' Sherlock said, plain and simple.
Wait, I must have misheard him. I think. But I'm pretty sure He said exactly what I didn't want to hear. He certainly had a knack for that.
'What?' I ask back in disbelief.
He paused. 'You heard exactly what I said, I see no use in saying it again,'
I stared at him.
'Anyway, how do I know you aren't just tricking us? Are you just trying to get me to find information about others for you? Trying to scare John so that I… I..' Sherlock stumbled 'Why should I trust you?'
'You don't have to.' I started 'Just remember that I never wanted to do this, these are orders from my boss and I have to obey, I never wanted to talk to a freak!'
The last part came out as an accident. I never meant to call him that but my anger was boiling inside of me. No one had ever believed me in all the years I kept this quiet. It was only me and Larry who knew about this. I watched as Sherlock's face changed from slight shock to anger. In a flash, he was up and walking out of the door.
John looked at me, he noticed my shocked face and he took it into consideration that I never meant to say that.
'Don't worry Sal,' He said to me as he followed Sherlock.
And so I was left in the apartment of 221B, alone. I sat there and took in how bad it must be for Sherlock and how my emotional outburst affected the both of us. Then I took in how much everything had changed and how much we learnt through these past couple of days.
'Wow…' I muttered under my breath.
I took a sip of my tea and looked around the apartment for a while, questioning how long it would take for John to calm Sherlock down. Sherlock was a tough man to deal with.
It seemed like hours ago, I met Sherlock right here, in this room. And within those hours, we learnt so much more that you would normally do about each other. For instance, Sherlock must have anorexia or something. The man was thin as a stick and not once did I see him eat anything.
Half an hour later, I stopped thinking so heavily and felt a little hungry. I got up and walked over the fridge, hoping that John had stored something decent in. As I walked to the fridge, I noticed a funny smell coming from the fridge area. Maybe something has gone off, I thought. I opened the fridge door to investigate and found mould on a plate. The green and brown thing was just lying on a plate. Eww! I slammed the fridge door and pulled a face.
'Why?' I mumbled.