T-Shirt Weather - Circa Waves

"-Experiencing a full blown heatwave, starting today and lasting for at least a week, as the MET office has forecast." The woman doing the morning news stated, on the television in 221B Baker Street, where the infamous consulting detective is sprawled across his leather chair, his shirt unbuttoned two buttons further than usual, his suit jacket nowhere to be seen.

"Yes Carol, we're already seeing the effects on Britain's seasides, I'm here in Blackpool," The shot pans to a packed beach full of striped deck chairs and huge amounts of people, and then a bustling fair on the pier next to it, a Ferris wheel spinning slowly against the clear blue sky. "With local shopowner, David Smith. David, how has this weather effected your business?"

At this point, Ramona walks into the living room, a white tennis skirt on with a white grid crop top, and the sunglasses she had worn on their first meeting, holding back her hair.

"Morning!" He stretched out and moaned, and even though it was probably because of the heat, her heartbeat quickened and she had some thoughts that were definitely indecent.

"You're cheerful."

"Have you seen this weather?" She grinned. "It's beautiful."

"I beg to differ." She gave him a look. The heat was intense in the flat despite the open windows and it being ten in the morning, and it felt heavy on both of them. She walked over to him and threw him one of the green apples that were always in a bowl on the kitchen table. He got a proper look of her as his eyes roamed over her body, and he looked away with wide eyes, surprised to see more leg than he ever had of his apprentice.

"You're such a typical Englishman." He looked at her questioningly as she scrolled through her phone, looking for something. "Complain when it's cold, complain when it's hot, and moan that it'll soon be bad weather if it's perfect."

"A sound analysis." He remarked, as she showed him her phone screen.

"Which is why I want you to go to the Lido with me!" Her sapphire eyes practically sparkled with anticipation as he looked at her in disbelief, almost laughing.

"You." Her expression didn't budge. "I'm Sherlock Holmes, I don't swim." Her face didn't change in the slightest. She knew that her time with him was limited to her own short lifespan, so she desperately wanted to experience at least a good bit of weather with him. Ramona let out a moan of despair, and his eyes widened at the sound, putting his fingers to his temples and closing his eyes, as to remain in his right mind.

"Come on, it'll be fun." He gave her a look.

"I'm having fun right here." She laughed, and it was music to his ears. He realised nothing could bring her down today.

"Actually, do you even own any swimming trunks?" He thought for a second.

"No." Another laugh. She got back on her phone, and sat down on the floor below him, looking for something they could do. It was at this moment he realised just how far apart his legs were.

"Okay, um..." Her face was judging everything on her phone as it came up. She sighed in defeat, put down her phone and looked up at him, who at this moment looked like a disinterested king judging his subject. "Let's just go out, And we'll see what strikes our fancy." He almost rolled his eyes at himself, as he turned away.

"I don't want to." His voice was that of a reluctant teenager being asked to do chores. She got on her knees and shuffled towards him, causing his heart to jump and for him to scuttle back from temptation.

"Please, Sherlock," Her hands were together in a prayer position. "Just this one day, I promise it wont be boring, please Sherlock, plea-" He huffed at her big puppy eyes.

"Fine." She jumped up in happiness and grabbed his hands from the ends of the arms of the chair, pulling him up and into a short, lighthearted hug. She pulled away and his face was pulled into a confused, far away expression.

"Thank you!" Sherlock snapped out of his trance.

"I'm..." She goes over and begins to lace up a pair of white trainers, as he narrows his eyes at blank space. "Going to go take a shower." He could only imagine how cold the water would have to be to get him out of this feeling.

When he reappeared, his curls were half damp, wearing a pair of jeans and a grey crew top. She raised her eyebrows at his casual appearance.

Ramona now had a rucksack on, and they finally left the flat at one o' clock, Ramona ridiculously excited for the sun. She ran out of the hallway and into the sun, basking in it for a second. He followed, a lot less animated about the whole thing. He noticed how her golden hair seemed to have even brighter shades in the sun, which was already beating down on the two.

The streets were bustling, and the six foot, pale man was already feeling the affect.

They started by walking through Hyde Park, which was alive with music, street acts, dancers and everything in between. Her sunglasses were protecting her eyes from the harsh sunlight, and it seemed that nearly everyone in London was in the park, basking in it on the lush green grass.

Getting to a living statue as the're were walking the path, Sherlock with his hands in his pockets, and stopping to look at the non moving person in silver. They're sat in what looks like thin air, as people swipe their hand under them in amazement. The living statue is holding onto a stick, which seems to be the only thing keeping their whole body afloat.

Ramona stops as she sees Sherlock raise an unimpressed eyebrow, grabbing onto his t-shirt. But it was too late, as it seemed no one could stop the universal power that Sherlock possessed in making everything logical.

"The stick that he's holding onto's actually in the ground covered by the sheet, it's hidden by his sleeve and long coat, but it's attached to a seat he's sitting on." He states. Everyone looks at him, including a little girl, now looking very upset. Ramona doesn't know whether to burst out laughing or attack him. Sherlock frowns, looking at everyone, and then at her.

"A bit not good?" He murmurs to her.

"I think so." she murmurs back, as everyone then looked at her, angry parents included. "He's just joking," she crouched down to the little girl in front of them, looking to her secretively, covering her mouth as she talked to her. "Some people can't see the magic that's right under their noses, but that doesn't mean it's not there." The girl grins, and Ramona grins back, standing up again. Sherlock's expression was confused. How is it that she could talk to a child like that, and still not sound patronising?

She turned back around to him, and smiled, before walking on. Her reaction left him feeling a bit nervous, in case she was being passive aggressive.

"Aren't you angry?" He said apprehensively, as they walked a bit further on and he caught up with her.

"Hm?" She turned to him, and looked confused. "Why would I be angry?"

"Because I-"

"I know that that's your personality, it's not like it can be helped, so why would I get angry about it?" His mouth parted. "Moreover, it's what makes you so not boring." He raises his eyebrows. "Hey, can we get something to drink?" She asks, as if she had been chatting about the weather.

"The outside cinema's screening something." He offered, and her eyes lit up. He smiled at the back of her head, as she folded her sunglasses and put them in her bag.

When they got there, it was already quite busy. When she saw what they were screening, she gasped in delight suddenly, causing Sherlock to jump.

"Grease! They're showing Grease!" The outside cinema was an old amphitheatre with a huge screen at the bottom.

"I'm sorry?" Her jaw drops.

"Sandy? The T Birds? The Pink Ladies?" His face was blank, and she was appalled. "The flying car?"

"Isn't that Chitty Chitty Bang Bang?" He asks, and she instantly goes inside, dragging him by the wrist.

On the way out, Sherlock was basically puzzled by the movie.

"What did you think?"

It was..." His eyes narrowed. "Why did the car take off with no explanation at the end?" She frowned and thought for a second.

"You're right. There's literally no explanation at all, for all we know they could have frozen at a certain height and died from hypothermia." A couple gave her a funny look as they overheard and passed by. "Also the story's basically about a guy who's embarrassed of this girl, so she has to change herself so that they can go out." He nods. "Oh my god, that's awful!"

They began walking again, the sun starting to set.

"The London Eye." He looked to her after the half shouted sentence above the noise of the crowds. "Can we go? I've never been." He shrugged in agreement.

"What do you think we'll be able to see from here?"

"The majority of London, apparently." She tried not to bounce like a child as they got closer and closer to the top, and finally, their pod hit the top of the wheel.

She laughed in delight mixed with fear at the height. Ramona then half gasps with animation, before slapping a palm to her mouth as to not seem too juvenile.

"Sherlock!" He got up and went to stand next to her. She put a finger to the glass. "I can see the flat!" The weather was as clear as ever although it was getting to about half six pm, and the whole city really was visible.

"Where?"

"There! And the Diogene's club," She almost gasped and then hid it, and he began to smile at the girl who was acting like an excited child. Suddenly, a thought came to him. Is she so childish because she never had the chance to actually be a kid? Sherlock had had all the time in the world for a childhood, but he could only imagine what she had gone through at such a young age. Perhaps that's why she was good with that little girl? "St Bart's," She muttered, and he felt a guilty pang. "You can really see everything! Can you see our house now?" He shook his head, trying to get out of his own head and actually enjoy what was happening for once. The wheel slowly began going back down. She huffed in annoyance. "Get behind me, and you'll be able to see where I'm pointing." He nodded and walked behind her, leaning his head over her shoulder and following her finger.

His eyes widened as he saw 221 Baker Street from a birds eye view. He let out a small laugh, and he could see her grinning in the reflection of the glass, as the frame of the wheel shuddered suddenly, and he grabbed onto the railing either side of her for support. This left her surrounded by Sherlock.

However, she didn't seem to mind as she turned around, his arms still trapping her, and she laughed with happiness. His expression softened, and on seeing this, in the rush of the moment, moved her head an inch forward to put her forehead to his, a serene look on her face. Shock almost made him flinch back, but he then realised it was only friendly, and smiled too. She took his right hand with both of hers, pushed out his little finger, and wrapped hers around it, as if making a pinky promise.

"Promise me." She says, quoting him from that night at the wedding, when she had saved him. His eyes widened, and his face then became gentle.

"I promise." he murmurs her line, their eyes locked. It was unspoken, but they both knew what it meant. Sherlock closed his eyes, trying to save the perfect memory to his mind palace in the best quality possible, not wanting to forget even one small detail.

Ramona wasn't sure how long they spent like this, time seemed a theory instead of something real when he touched her, every part of her that was in contact feeling electric.

The pod rocked again, throwing him off balance so that he was thrown onto one of the benches on the left hand side.

He looked up at her, slightly dazed, to find that although nothing had really happened, the top of her cheeks were flushed with colour. She noticed him looking at her, and laughed nervously. She was getting dangerously close to her limit. Anymore of this and she wouldn't be able to stop herself from ruining everything. How he felt she never knew, but if she was to give her everything to protect him, she couldn't get too close, or she wouldn't be able to do it without clouded judgement. She puts a hand to her face and feels the heat. Or perhaps, She thinks, it's already too late.

A breather chapter to give you a break from all the drama-ridden things I've been putting out :)

However, get prepared for what will be the winter of this story

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