Again, the same scene was set, it seemed. John and the Doctor went out looking for some more information on the case. So again, Sherlock and Clara were alone, it was just another dead end. Sherlock sat there frustrated. What could it possibly be?
"Sherlock, you look frustrated."
"I am."
"Why don't we go get a cup of coffee to take your mind off of this for a little bit."
He looked up, was this to be a date? He didn't exactly want a break, he needed sometime in his mind palace. But did he really want to say no? If that was to be a date, Clara would be disappointed wouldn't she? She'd become distracted from her work. He didn't not like her, or was it that he actually liked her? Too many questions, he was overthinking this. It's just a cup of coffee right? I mean Clara and the Doctor had something going on didn't they? He could find out while drinking coffee with her… if it was a date. He didn't dislike the idea of them going on a date. And so he agreed. When they got out the two had realized it had gotten dark. Not suitable for coffee, but dinner. Sherlock looked at his phone, 7:02. "Oh, it's that late already?"
"Yeah. how about we go get dinner instead?" Dinner. Sherlock disliked the idea of dinner. When was the last time he ate? Two days ago? He agreed anyways, Clara was probably hungry.
They sat together at the table. Clara noticed Sherlock didn't pick up his menu "Aren't you going to eat?"
"No."
"When was the last time you ate? You didn't eat breakfast or lunch today."
"Two days ago?"
"Well you should eat something." He was a lot like a child, Clara thought. Well, she knew exactly how to deal with children.
"Have you decided on what you would like to order?"
"Yes, I'll have the spaghetti and meatballs."
"Excellent choice, and for the gentlemen?"
"Oh, no thank you, nothing for me." Their waiter stood there, confused for a moment.
"I see, I'll bring an extra plate then?" Then almost in unison they both began to say
"Oh, um.. we're not… "
"Okay then…" He walked away, and came back a little later with the spaghetti and an extra plate. Clara began eating. Sherlock could just smell, the warm steamy pasta contrasting with the meatballs atop the salty tomatoey meat sauce. Sherlock realized his stomach had growled… that never happened.
"I thought so," she said, and began piling the food onto the extra plate, and placed it in front of him.
"I'm not－"
"Shut up and eat," she said gently shoving a small fork full of pasta in his mouth. She smiled at him, and how funny he looked with the fork position in his mouth like that, as he hadn't started to chew. It was indeed delicious.
"So… Clara."
"Yes?"
"What is your relationship with the Doctor?"
"Well, I'm just his traveling companion, a friend. Someone to keep him company, otherwise he'd be such a lonely man. Though, I think he does have a wife, so if you're thinking of something weird…"
"Oh, no, it's nothing like that… It's good that you have a relationship like that…"
"Is that so?" After an hour or so of dinner and conversation, they headed out on a walk around London. The cool summer air danced on their cheeks, in a pleasant way. Together, they went out and explored London together, which is something they don't really have a chance to do. They went out for some ice cream (surprisingly Sherlock did eat), went on a trolley ride, and stopped at the London's Eye, sitting together looking across the river. As it was getting late, they walked home together. When they got to 221B Sherlock stopped at the door.
"I had fun tonight, Clara."
"Me too, let's do it again sometime."
"Yes." They stood there, awkwardly smiling at each other. "Goodnight" he said turning around, and opening the door.
"Sherlock, before you go…"
"Yes," he said, turning around only to find his lips against Clara's with her hands on his shoulders. She stood on her toes and slightly terrified, he placed his hands around her and bent down a little. It was quite a cute scene, considering the large height difference. He didn't want to let go, he liked that warm butterflying feeling inside of him. But they eventually let go, she looked up and smiled at him.
"Goodnight, Sherlock."
"Goodnight, Clara," they said, parting ways. I think the saddest part of this whole thing was that they didn't know that this would be the last time they'd see each other in a while.
Weeeeeee! Okay, I hoped you liked this! I really enjoyed writing this really cute SherlockXClara date thing! Again, I will try to post new chapters every week (I posted this one early because my birthday is coming up real soon). Please review if you enjoyed! The Winchesters are to come soon!