The Truth About The Past: Chapter 2
Another restless night… Shara wakes up in the middle of the night for another nightmare… She never used to have them but ever since Sherlock's gone she's having one every night.
Usually, it's really hard for her to go back to sleep but there are nights when she can't go back to sleep… This is one of those nights.
What happens is always the same. The couple of minutes that she's been talking to Moriarty for, plays over and over again. Always ends as Moriarty has that grim smile of his on… At least that's when she wakes up. Always with a quick pulse.
This time when she wakes up Molly walks out of her and Greg's bedroom. Her eyes are full of tiredness and her face… Well her face looks like a person's who just woke up from bed.
"Is everything alright, Molly?" Asks Shara as she sits up on the sofa.
"Well…" She yawns. "Sorry… I was worried about you… You were talking out quite loudly in your dream…" Shara can hear the tiredness in her voice too.
"Did I woke you up? Sorry… What did I say?"
"Well you were nearly shouting Sherlock's name out loud and 'please don't go', 'don't leave me' and things like that…" She yawns again. "Sorry…"
Molly walks up to Shara in a slow motion still half asleep, she sits down next to her on the sofa.
"Shara…" She grabs one of Shara's hands. "It's just… This is just cannot go on like this anymore… It's slowly eating you away…You'll have to talk to someone…"
"I don't need any help…" Shara murmurs under her breath.
"Well, if you say so… But we'll always be there for you… Now try and get some sleep, it's three in the morning…"
Shara nods, slides down into a lying position, Molly lets go off
her hand she and turns to face the back of the sofa as Molly
walks back into her bedroom.
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In the next morning Shara wakes up to the ringing of her phone.
She must have fallen asleep at some point but it was a restless sleep. Anyway, she picks her phone up from the armrest from above her head and checks the name on the screen. Mycroft 'Don't Touch My Cakes' Holmes it says on the screen. This usually makes her laugh or at least smile but it's not
working now. She picks it up.
"Hello…" Says Shara in a quite depressed voice.
"Good afternoon-"
"Oh I wish it could be good… Wait… What? Afternoon?"
"Oh… Is it that bad?" Asks Mycroft but as the words leave his mouth he instantly regrets saying them. "Sorry, don't answer to that question, please…"
"Wait! Did you say afternoon?" Shara asks.
"Yes…"
"Why didn't you call me earlier and what time is it?"
Mycroft checks his watch and answers to the questions. "I've been talking to Molly and she told me that you were still asleep at eleven even though you usually wake up at eight in the morning-"
"How do you even know what time I get up at?" Shara cuts into his words. Annoyed.
Mycroft continues, ignoring Shara's comment. "And the time right now is 3 p.m.."
"Oh… Umm… Yeah, I had a late night… Well, again."
"Again, Shara? This was the 5th time this month and it's only the 15th!"
"Wellitwasalreadythe10thtime…" Shara quickly murmurs under her breath so that Mycroft didn't really hear her on the other side of the line.
"Excuse me?"
"So why did you call me? Because I'm quite sure that didn't call me because you just wanted to make sure everything was alright!
"... I have to have a little chat with you, so I was wondering if you'd like to attend Tea with me while we talk about the subject at matter."
"I'm guessing the time is going to be at four but where?"
"The Orangery. We have a table booked there for 4 p.m., so I'll pick you up in around…" He takes a look at his watch again. "Half an hour."
"Wait? THE ORANGERY? Isn't that THE most expensive tea house in London?"
"Oh, I have my tea there every day… I remember once I've even met the Queen the-"
"Ok so you picking me up in half an hour… I'll go back to Baker Street so you'll have to pick me up from there." Shara cuts into his words as she sits up on to the side of the sofa. "I'll try and be ready…" She yawns. "Sorry! See you in half an hour!"
"Ok, see you!" Mycroft's voice is surprisingly cheery but before Shara could question why he hangs up the call.
…
Shara got ready in 25 minutes because she knows that Mycroft likes being everywhere on time or maybe even earlier. 'I like to be everywhere earlier than being late! I mean who wants the make Her Majesty Queen wait!', he always says.
Anyway, Mycroft was five minutes early, as always, then the time Shara and he agreed in just to find her still doing her make up in the bathroom mirror. Mycroft sits into one of the armchairs in the living room. John's chair as Shara would call it, still after all this time.
"Well, I guess Mrs. Hudson let you in... I'm not ready yet. I still have to do my hair and finish my make up." Shara turns to Mycroft in the bathroom door, she can see him from there, and then turns back to the mirror.
"I personally think that your hair looks phenomenal the way it is." Mycroft exclaims.
This makes Shara turn back to him. His face is bright red. It might be because of Shara's face expression, what he just said or because of what Shara's wearing, she's wearing a quite formal red pencil dress with a deep V neck and a thick black belt on her hips as an accessory; a little black purse and her favourite pair of black high heels. It might be the combination of all the three.
"Did you just com... Compliment me?" Shara turns to Mycroft, he's not answering but his face get even more redder if that's possible.
"I'm ready anyway." She walks up to Mycroft. "Should we leave?" She asks resting her hands on the armrests of the chair, leaning closer in to Mycroft's face. Staring into his eyes. If you look close enough his eyes look exactly like Sherlock's.
He tries to lean back but he's quite comfortable with this so he just relaxes and let it happen but of course as Shara's leaning in and he starts to lean in too Shara stands up straight with a grin on her face.
"Did you really thought I'm going to kiss you?" She asks as Mycroft's face turns red again.
"Did you? Oh Mycroft! There could never be anything between us! I'm not saying you're not good looking but I..." She pauses for a moment, turning away from Mycroft, thinking back over the past and searching for the right words to say.
"I... Mph... Never mind." By now Mycroft jumps up and rests a hand on Shara's shoulder.
"It's OK Shara." He says in that ever so soft and calming voice as a single tear drop rolls down her face. "Should we-"
"Yes, of course." They walk downstairs to the door and out into the cold January air grabbing their coats on the way. Mycroft helps Shara put her coat on, like a gentleman and then they climb into the familiar black car.
(A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and please leave comments! They would help a lot. Thank you! SharaRogers)