**Oh. My. Gosh. I am so sorry that I never posted again! I decided to have a holiday and like Lestrade, I took multiple. I hope you can forgive me and free cyber-hugs to anyone who wants one. I have a short one here today, hopefully the next one is longer and I just want to apologize once more. Thank you to anyone who favourited or reviewed while I was gone! Stay Awesome -Me And The Time Vortex**
A couple of hours had passed when they got back. The door had opened and shut and without looking or talking to me, Sherlock went straight to his laptop. John came up behind him and looked at me, he walked to the kitchen and put the kettle onto boil. I walked over to Sherlock who was typing furiously onto his laptop.
I was hesitant but I said it. 'I'm sorry.' He looked up at me. 'Sorry about what I said earlier,'
There was silence for a few moments as me and Sherlock looked at each other. After a while, he looked back at his laptop.
'Yeah,' was all he said.
Immediately I felt guilt. I just wanted him to know that I was really genuinely sorry for the unnecessary outburst, but I knew that nothing I would say would change his views of me. But it was time to forget about the past now, we had to focus on this case. I found a seat on the couch and thought, but when I thought, flashes of past memories and the house was brought back to life. I shuddered and stopped thinking.
John gave me my tea and I sipped at it. Meanwhile Sherlock was running his hands through his hair, almost in frustration. I frowned, as far as I've known him, he never displayed emotions, he locked all the emotions up in a steel cage and threw away the key as far as I had heard.
John also frowned, so it wasn't just me. I turned my attention back to my tea and took another sip. We sat in silence and listened to the faint tap tap of the keyboard and Sherlock seemed to be more agitated until he suddenly brought his hands down onto the table, grunted in frustration, left the room, and headed upstairs. I stood up and so did John, I was about to start walking upstairs when John touched my shoulder and we communicated wordlessly.
John headed upstairs and I sat back down. I heard muffled arguments going on from upstairs when Ms. Hudson came into the living room.
'What on Earth is happening up there?' She asked me. I never really knew how fragile Ms. Hudson looked until just now, when I had a proper look at her.
'They are just… Talking' I answered with a smile to reassure her. She must be used to this, I thought.