A/N
Micah is parallel to an actual character. Micah=Mycroft. Personally I really like him. And if he makes Damien do SOMETHING about Shelley, it works for me…lol.
Moonrose- Actually I have read your stories and you're on my favorite authors list. Please do write more, I love your Sherlock and Jenny.
WoC
The next day was a Saturday. I was awakened abruptly by banging on my door. It was a good thing my roommate had already left for work or I would have been hearing about how I had really annoying friends. I was starting to agree. I crawled out of bed and opened the door. Damien was standing in the hall looking at me expectantly.
"What?" I muttered.
"You're coming with me," he said quickly as he pushed past me into the room.
"Have you ever thought I might have better things to do on a Saturday than follow you around?"
"No," he said, then smiled, "and you know you like it."
I sighed.
"So who or what is dead or in trouble now?" I said, "you never come to me this excited about anything but that."
"I'm offended," he said, not sounding so at all, "that you would think I only get excited over death and destruction."
"So? Then what do you want?"
Sherlock paused then looked a little sheepish.
"There was a poisoning," he said smiling.
"Only you," I muttered, "just wait for me downstairs, I'll be ready in a minute."
I threw on some clothes that at least looked semi presentable, then hurried out the door almost running squarely into Micah.
"Whoa, what the hurry?" he said holding me off of himself by my shoulders.
"Your brother is impatient, that's what's the hurry," I said.
"He's not my brother," Micah said bluntly, "he's my stepbrother."
"Yeah, yeah and you don't like each other. I figured that out. Now I've got to go hunt him down before he goes to a poisoning without me."
Micah looked at me like I'd grown another head.
"Don't tell me that's what you do for fun around here," he said.
"Not on the whole, just me and Damien."
"He would do that," Micah muttered.
"I've got to go," I said backing up.
"Just be careful with him, all right?"
Micah shocked me that he was so serious about that. Funny, I thought, Damien basically said the same thing about you.
"I've got a paper due," he continued, "I'd really appreciate it if you'd meet me in the library later."
"How do you know I'm even any good at writing papers," I asked suspiciously.
"I have my ways," Micah said with a smile.
So Damien wasn't the only one in that family who was a little underhanded. They had more in common with each other than they knew.
Micah is parallel to an actual character. Micah=Mycroft. Personally I really like him. And if he makes Damien do SOMETHING about Shelley, it works for me…lol.
Moonrose- Actually I have read your stories and you're on my favorite authors list. Please do write more, I love your Sherlock and Jenny.
WoC
The next day was a Saturday. I was awakened abruptly by banging on my door. It was a good thing my roommate had already left for work or I would have been hearing about how I had really annoying friends. I was starting to agree. I crawled out of bed and opened the door. Damien was standing in the hall looking at me expectantly.
"What?" I muttered.
"You're coming with me," he said quickly as he pushed past me into the room.
"Have you ever thought I might have better things to do on a Saturday than follow you around?"
"No," he said, then smiled, "and you know you like it."
I sighed.
"So who or what is dead or in trouble now?" I said, "you never come to me this excited about anything but that."
"I'm offended," he said, not sounding so at all, "that you would think I only get excited over death and destruction."
"So? Then what do you want?"
Sherlock paused then looked a little sheepish.
"There was a poisoning," he said smiling.
"Only you," I muttered, "just wait for me downstairs, I'll be ready in a minute."
I threw on some clothes that at least looked semi presentable, then hurried out the door almost running squarely into Micah.
"Whoa, what the hurry?" he said holding me off of himself by my shoulders.
"Your brother is impatient, that's what's the hurry," I said.
"He's not my brother," Micah said bluntly, "he's my stepbrother."
"Yeah, yeah and you don't like each other. I figured that out. Now I've got to go hunt him down before he goes to a poisoning without me."
Micah looked at me like I'd grown another head.
"Don't tell me that's what you do for fun around here," he said.
"Not on the whole, just me and Damien."
"He would do that," Micah muttered.
"I've got to go," I said backing up.
"Just be careful with him, all right?"
Micah shocked me that he was so serious about that. Funny, I thought, Damien basically said the same thing about you.
"I've got a paper due," he continued, "I'd really appreciate it if you'd meet me in the library later."
"How do you know I'm even any good at writing papers," I asked suspiciously.
"I have my ways," Micah said with a smile.
So Damien wasn't the only one in that family who was a little underhanded. They had more in common with each other than they knew.