((Hey all, I'm reposting this chapter here b/c I have oodles of time on my
hands and the way it got screwed up was starting to piss me off. I took
time off to write all original-style, but seeing as I have absolutely no
life at all, I'm going to do both!! I don't even care if this story is
stupid b/c I need stuff to do! Yeah!))
Guess who's back from Germany and decided to post? (Thank you, captain obvious---) I'm sorry I haven't been by to review everyone's stories, but I've been trying! Sometimes, the review box doesn't work--- Anyway, I can't imagine what kind of incoherent BS I'm writing right now, because it's, like, midnight. I know it's a really dumb idea to write anything when you're half-asleep, but this is the only time I have. Sorry in advance (.
Thank you to:
Pinkpanther- Look at the name of the chapter. Heehee! Thanks!
Es- I hope I didn't wait TOO long---
Nooka- Don't hit yourself!
Estriel- You've re-read it? I feel so cool!
Nako-chan- I'm sorry I haven't been reviewing your stories (I promise I'll go back and review), but they're really good! I think this is the longest chapter I've ever written for this story, so that's good ^_^.
Everyone else: I'll go read your stories too! I'm sure they're really good :-D ^_^.
Robert wasn't away for long, but long enough for me to get bored. **Doodily-doodily-doo--- Bored, bored, yup I'm livin' in boredom, the queen of the realm of---** But no, I can't be bored. I'm sad, yes quite sad and VERY scared, but enough thinking aloud and let's get back to this facsimile of a plot.
I picked up a copy of Poe to somber me up, and sure enough, after a century at least, Robert did in fact walk through the door.
"Hey," he called in softly. "How are you doing?"
I sighed. "Okay. Just a little shocked, I guess."
"Poe, I see."
"Yeah, it helps me keep my mind off my problems."
He cocked his head to the side. "Mine too." He disappeared to the other room to nuke water for our tea (again with the mysterious equipment---), and returned with two cups. He took the spot next to me and I naturally moved closer.
"Oh Robert, I'm so frightened." I rested my head on his shoulder. What I just said probably sounded like a trashy romance novel, but hey, I was trying to flirt.
Moriarty put his arm around me. "Don't be. If you ever need anything, you can come to me, even in the middle of the night. I will always be here."
"You are just too good to be true." Now, I'm not too proud of what went down after that comment, but the truth must be told. The feeling of being appreciated by a guy was something I hadn't felt in a long time. I kissed him on the cheek and he responded. I moved to his mouth---he drew me closer and deeper into the kiss (Robert was good, I mean, wow!). He moved his hands to my waist; I put mine on his chest. Robert began unbuttoning my blouse from the bottom---
"Wait," I breathed. "I don't want to go there."
Robert looked hurt. "But don't you like me?"
"Well yes---"
"And don't you want to be with me?"
"Of course!"
"Well---," and that was the end of that. I was much too afraid to be alone, for reasons I can't go into now. I was starved for male attention and would do anything for it. I went with it, and began kissing him again. He was expertly able to get off my shirt, but I had some problems unbuttoning his. "Don't mess with that." Okay then. I moved to his pants, while he began to unzip my skirt---
"WHAT IN BLOODY GODDAMNED HELL---!"
Robert and I snapped our attention to the door in which Holmes had mysteriously appeared. Hearing Holmes cuss was, looking back, eerie, like aliens had taken over his body, or something. He never cusses unless he's seriously pissed. At the time though, I was about ready to kill him and throw his body into the Thames, tied to rocks---
"Jesus Christ, Lucilia." Holmes grabbed my arm firmly, never roughly, and pulled me off of Robert. He dragged me out into the hall, the mess that I was, and proceeded to pull me down the hall.
"What the HELL do you think you're doing?!" I was so pissed at him that I couldn't even begin to tell you. I've known this guy, what, like---well, not long enough for him to be interfering in my personal life. I wriggled out of his grip, and he stopped and spun around to face me. I slapped him upside the face, "Who do you think you are, anyway?! This is the first time in a long time that I've actually had someone interested in me. Do you have any idea what it's like to be the 'untouchable'? To be unlovable?" I thought I saw an emotion akin to regret pass over Holmes's features, but it was quickly pushed aside.
"You don't know his history or what he's really like." Holmes looked revolted at the thought.
"What, and you do?"
"YES! That's why I---"
I interrupted. "I don't need protection in my love life. Just LEAVE!" I death glared.
"FINE," He growled and threw up his hands in a sign of surrender. "You do whatever you want." He turned and stalked away, leaving his last statement both a dare and a threat.
Holmes stormed into our quarters, ran his fingers through his hair (his nervous habit), and began pacing the room, with the clear intent of wearing a hole through the floor. "Is there something you'd like to talk about?"
"THAT BLOODY GIRL!" His outburst flattened me against my chair. It figures; Holmes has had something against girls since before I knew him.
"Yes," I prodded him. He spoke quickly and heatedly, and all I could catch was something about the dead professor and then Luci and Moriarty cavorting around together---
"She was going to WHAT?" Holmes nodded. "You mean beyond a doubt? There's no other explanation?" He shook his head. "Damn---"
Holmes raised an eyebrow. "That's what I thought, too." He let out a sigh while collapsing on the couch. He ran his fingers through that hair again.
Oh, girls. They'll break your heart every time--- "Holmes, she's only a girl. Don't get yourself worked up about it. I know it sounds heartless, but you don't owe her anything. You two were thrown together purely by coincidence."
Holmes shook his head mournfully. "No. I brought her into my little crime drama. The least I owe her is my protection until I can get back out of this mess. It's all my doing, Watson." I knew that now he would want to "introspect", so I took my cue to shut up, and sure enough, he hauled himself up and stalked off.
Guess who's back from Germany and decided to post? (Thank you, captain obvious---) I'm sorry I haven't been by to review everyone's stories, but I've been trying! Sometimes, the review box doesn't work--- Anyway, I can't imagine what kind of incoherent BS I'm writing right now, because it's, like, midnight. I know it's a really dumb idea to write anything when you're half-asleep, but this is the only time I have. Sorry in advance (.
Thank you to:
Pinkpanther- Look at the name of the chapter. Heehee! Thanks!
Es- I hope I didn't wait TOO long---
Nooka- Don't hit yourself!
Estriel- You've re-read it? I feel so cool!
Nako-chan- I'm sorry I haven't been reviewing your stories (I promise I'll go back and review), but they're really good! I think this is the longest chapter I've ever written for this story, so that's good ^_^.
Everyone else: I'll go read your stories too! I'm sure they're really good :-D ^_^.
Robert wasn't away for long, but long enough for me to get bored. **Doodily-doodily-doo--- Bored, bored, yup I'm livin' in boredom, the queen of the realm of---** But no, I can't be bored. I'm sad, yes quite sad and VERY scared, but enough thinking aloud and let's get back to this facsimile of a plot.
I picked up a copy of Poe to somber me up, and sure enough, after a century at least, Robert did in fact walk through the door.
"Hey," he called in softly. "How are you doing?"
I sighed. "Okay. Just a little shocked, I guess."
"Poe, I see."
"Yeah, it helps me keep my mind off my problems."
He cocked his head to the side. "Mine too." He disappeared to the other room to nuke water for our tea (again with the mysterious equipment---), and returned with two cups. He took the spot next to me and I naturally moved closer.
"Oh Robert, I'm so frightened." I rested my head on his shoulder. What I just said probably sounded like a trashy romance novel, but hey, I was trying to flirt.
Moriarty put his arm around me. "Don't be. If you ever need anything, you can come to me, even in the middle of the night. I will always be here."
"You are just too good to be true." Now, I'm not too proud of what went down after that comment, but the truth must be told. The feeling of being appreciated by a guy was something I hadn't felt in a long time. I kissed him on the cheek and he responded. I moved to his mouth---he drew me closer and deeper into the kiss (Robert was good, I mean, wow!). He moved his hands to my waist; I put mine on his chest. Robert began unbuttoning my blouse from the bottom---
"Wait," I breathed. "I don't want to go there."
Robert looked hurt. "But don't you like me?"
"Well yes---"
"And don't you want to be with me?"
"Of course!"
"Well---," and that was the end of that. I was much too afraid to be alone, for reasons I can't go into now. I was starved for male attention and would do anything for it. I went with it, and began kissing him again. He was expertly able to get off my shirt, but I had some problems unbuttoning his. "Don't mess with that." Okay then. I moved to his pants, while he began to unzip my skirt---
"WHAT IN BLOODY GODDAMNED HELL---!"
Robert and I snapped our attention to the door in which Holmes had mysteriously appeared. Hearing Holmes cuss was, looking back, eerie, like aliens had taken over his body, or something. He never cusses unless he's seriously pissed. At the time though, I was about ready to kill him and throw his body into the Thames, tied to rocks---
"Jesus Christ, Lucilia." Holmes grabbed my arm firmly, never roughly, and pulled me off of Robert. He dragged me out into the hall, the mess that I was, and proceeded to pull me down the hall.
"What the HELL do you think you're doing?!" I was so pissed at him that I couldn't even begin to tell you. I've known this guy, what, like---well, not long enough for him to be interfering in my personal life. I wriggled out of his grip, and he stopped and spun around to face me. I slapped him upside the face, "Who do you think you are, anyway?! This is the first time in a long time that I've actually had someone interested in me. Do you have any idea what it's like to be the 'untouchable'? To be unlovable?" I thought I saw an emotion akin to regret pass over Holmes's features, but it was quickly pushed aside.
"You don't know his history or what he's really like." Holmes looked revolted at the thought.
"What, and you do?"
"YES! That's why I---"
I interrupted. "I don't need protection in my love life. Just LEAVE!" I death glared.
"FINE," He growled and threw up his hands in a sign of surrender. "You do whatever you want." He turned and stalked away, leaving his last statement both a dare and a threat.
Holmes stormed into our quarters, ran his fingers through his hair (his nervous habit), and began pacing the room, with the clear intent of wearing a hole through the floor. "Is there something you'd like to talk about?"
"THAT BLOODY GIRL!" His outburst flattened me against my chair. It figures; Holmes has had something against girls since before I knew him.
"Yes," I prodded him. He spoke quickly and heatedly, and all I could catch was something about the dead professor and then Luci and Moriarty cavorting around together---
"She was going to WHAT?" Holmes nodded. "You mean beyond a doubt? There's no other explanation?" He shook his head. "Damn---"
Holmes raised an eyebrow. "That's what I thought, too." He let out a sigh while collapsing on the couch. He ran his fingers through that hair again.
Oh, girls. They'll break your heart every time--- "Holmes, she's only a girl. Don't get yourself worked up about it. I know it sounds heartless, but you don't owe her anything. You two were thrown together purely by coincidence."
Holmes shook his head mournfully. "No. I brought her into my little crime drama. The least I owe her is my protection until I can get back out of this mess. It's all my doing, Watson." I knew that now he would want to "introspect", so I took my cue to shut up, and sure enough, he hauled himself up and stalked off.