Does anyone know Stapleton's first name? I don't have a clue. If it's wrong, I will change his name.
Dinner was a quiet affair. John chatted to his parents, became aquatinted with Barrymore, the butler, and shook hands with Henry's best man, Frank Stapleton. Sherlock had gone to bed soon after the meal was finished. John couldn't blame him for trying to get away. His whole family seemed to want to get off with him and Harry was the worst. For a lesbian, she sure was flirty towards him. He hoped Clara wasn't around. Another fight would be the worst thing to happen. Henry's fiancé had also evacuated the party, claiming she had a headache. John took this as a chance to have a much-needed catch up with his elder cousin. A jukebox played in the background, serenading the light conversation.
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"Irene. Stop."
She broke her grasp on Sherlock's wrist and stop kissing him.
"Why? I've missed you."
"I've missed you too, Irene but it will never work. I mean, you're not even married and you already seemed to want an affair."
"But you're the only man I've ever loved."
"Try telling that to Godfrey and lover boy out there." He jerked a thumb in the direction of the door.
"Sherlock, the night you got hurt is the night I realised I loved you. And it broke my heart when you never came back. By the way, do you still sing?"
"Don't change the subject."
The pair both recognised the song that tinkled from the floor below. It fitted the scenario perfectly.
"I love you,
But I got to stay true.
My morals got me on my knees I'm begging please,
Stop playing games.
I don't know what this is but you got me good, just like you knew you would.
I don't know what you do but you do it well. I'm under your spell.
You got me begging you for mercy."
"So you do sing!"
"A little." The detective admitted.
"I'm sorry, Sherlock. But I had to do this." whispered Irene.
Then Sherlock felt the piercing sensation in his neck. He closed his eyes as the drugs coursed through his system. Suddenly his stomach clenched. Oh Crap. Irene screamed as the silvery light began to shine. The wolf lay on the floor, panting hard. The bride-to-be had already fled. He was in for it now.
By the way, the song is Mercy by Duffy. Adios!