A/N: Yeah, that was going to be it, but I was looking at the reviews for Her Frightening Nature and I saw the review from GiggleboxGirlie and it triggered an idea, in which Kagome doesn't forgive John as detailed in the third chapter, so…. Here it is! Enjoy!

BP


Kagome bounced into the flat, her clothes still immaculate, several hours later, humming a cheerful tune. John and Sherlock looked up from their newspaper and phone, respectively, and rolled their eyes. Sherlock put his phone away.

"So, they're now at the Yard?" Sherlock asked. Kagome walked into the living room and plonked herself down on the couch with a satisfied air.

"Yep." She smiled, a complete turn around form earlier. "They were unharmed… for the most part. Physically, at least." She snickered. "I can't tell you the psychological damage though." Sherlock took a deep breath.

"Because they hurt me?" Kagome's eyes flickered with silver.

"Yes." She said simply. Sherlock's eyes widened, but a small smile tugged at his lips.

"Thank you." Kagome didn't say anything, just waved a dismissive hand. Sherlock saw her smile and how her eyes brightened at the expression of gratitude though.

John cleared his throat hesitantly and put his newspaper down, making his way towards his room. The light that Kagome had just gained dimmed a little, as did her smile. She stayed with him for a few more minutes, but her eyes kept on going to where John went. Sherlock eventually made an excuse about doing an experiment and smiled when he saw the gratitude as she left for John's room.

Knocking on John's door, she waited until she heard him say she could come in. "Hello, Kagome." He sounded tired.

"John." She replied, entering and closing the door behind her. "What is it you wish to say?" She watched him sigh and then look at her.

"Was what you said true?" Kagome rose an eyebrow.

"When have I ever lied?" Thinking about it, she added, "Apart from Moriarty. Everything I said was the truth." John leaned back, a resigned look on his face.

"So, I betrayed you?" Kagome hesitantly nodded. "Do you feel anything for me anymore?" She thought about it for a minute, unsure and knowing that she hadn't revised anything.

"I don't trust you anymore. I don't feel comfortable around you anymore." John frowned, almost crumbling, knowing that he did deserve it. "As a result, I'll be living mainly at my apartment. I'll still visit and solve cases with you two, but we will never be what we were before." Kagome was silent for a moment and then snorted. "You haven't even apologised for the offence that you caused. Do you even realise the extent to which you betrayed me?" John looked stunned and she took that for a no. Her expression turned cold. "Of course you don't. I should have known better than to trust a human - even in the twenty first century." She spat. John started to look angry.

"Hey, wait a minute. Your complaining that an archaic method of interrogation and punishment isn't accepted?" A sneer curled Kagome's lips upwards.

"Of course not - and the interrogation part of it isn't as archaic as you seem to think it is. I was talking about the acceptance of a person, no matter what they're like. Racism and sexism isn't allowed anymore, but I had no idea that the human race had a prejudice against other species." Her voice rose as she got more and more irate at John's lack of acceptance and disrespect. "Everyone's ethnically diverse now, but a simple personality is too much for you people?" Her voice lowered again to a hiss. "What is wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me?" John looked incredulous. "What's wrong with you?" Silver was starting to seep into Kagome's eyes as her anger rose, but neither of them noticed.

"Many things, John Hamish Watson." Then Kagome smirked. "And yet nothing at all. I am exactly as I should be. But right now, let us look at you. Adrenalin addict, yet desiring to be normal. A doctor that kills people and even goes out to look for trouble. A soldier that has seen horrors, and yet can't cope with seeing torture to someone that actually deserved it." She tilted her head. "Do I need to continue or have you got it yet? Shall I go on?" She gave him no chance to say anything. "A man who is gentle with strangers, and yet cannot apologise to a friend, let alone a romantic partner. And that is the crux of the problem isn't it? You protect Sherlock, have killed to protect Sherlock, but you object to torture? You have seen my past and you surely have seen how protective I get from people spouting mere words that are offensive to you or Sherlock, not to mention Mycroft and myself." She stopped for a moment and looked surprised. "What is it," She asked quietly, anger seemingly dissipated. "About Mycroft and Sherlock that allows them to accept me when even you will not, long before you ever would? Why is it they understand, but you do not?" She seemed to be talking to herself now, John looking on in shame and sadness as Kagome unconsciously revealed a part of herself that she rarely showed. Her eyes turned positively glacial when she re-focussed her attention on him, though. "I suggest you think about that. Hard. And if you don't have an answer for me, then you don't deserve me or the bond… which, I have discovered, I can cut into tatters." With that, she walked out his room, not paying any sympathy to John, who looked tired and slightly distressed.

Sherlock was startled when instead, calm voices and then a bit of bumpity-bump, he heard Kagome and John's raised voices. Listening in, he conceded that Kagome had a point, even if John was his first and best friend, he had faults.

He crept closer just in time for her to lower her voice again and say, "What is it about Mycroft and Sherlock that allows them to accept me when even you will not, long before you ever would? Why is it they understand, but you do not?"

He didn't have an answer either. As far as he was concerned, he knew that Kagome meant well, and understood that her instincts were close to the surface, and, as such, aren't as ignorable as most humans. And, as she said a few weeks ago, she isn't human. Not with all the things she could do. He made a mental note to send Mycroft a text, telling him what she said and ask his opinion.

He just back into the kitchen to continue his experiment when Kagome came back down, anger still in her face, but aching loneliness and sadness in her eyes. He looked at her and drew her into a gentle hug, one of the few times that he had and would ever instigate physical comfort, as he hasn't exactly had practice in verbally comforting someone. She stood there for a moment, stunned, before she closed her eyes and putting her own arms around his waist.

She sighed heavily and pulled away. "I'll see you tomorrow Sherlock. Or whenever there's a case, I'm not sure right now." She looked up at him, almost pleading with her eyes to understand. "I don't really want to see… him." Sherlock smiled and brought one of her hands to his lips.

"It would be my pleasure to see you tomorrow, my lady." She giggled at his teasing and nodded. She reached up and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Goodnight, Sherlock." Kagome smiled, fondness shining in her eyes. She walked out the door, collecting her coat as she went.

"Goodnight, Kagome." He murmured in response, moving to the sofa and laying down, his phone in his hands underneath his chin. All that was left now was how to phrase his question to Mycroft. Sighing, he gave it a go.

Kagome wonders 'What is it about [you and I] that allows us to accept [her] when even [John] will not, long before you ever would? Why is it we understand, but [he] does not?' She sounded sad. SH. He knew that his brother cared for Kagome in his own way, and would tell her why himself. As for Sherlock, he didn't know. Maybe it was because he knew what it felt like to hated and feared for who he was. Maybe not. He'll know eventually.

Mycroft started as his phone vibrated with a text, noting as he looked at the screen it was Sherlock. He wondered what his brother wanted.

Kagome wonders 'What is it about [you and I] that allows us to accept [her] when even [John] will not, long before you ever would? Why is it we understand, but [he] does not?' She sounded sad. SH.

Ah. Well, at least Sherlock was starting to care for more than three people. But then Kagome was a nice and open person. Mycroft frowned as he re-red the text. John didn't accept her? But he thought - ah. He must have seen her in all her protective and sadistic glory then. Presumably his high moral principle objected to what he saw and he reacted in a way that was less than favourable.

As for why he accepted her, he didn't really know. A full character analysis was going to have to take place for this, and then he'd either text her or write a letter, listing all the characteristics and why…. On second thoughts, maybe he'd just text her.

After a moment, he smiled as he thought of the perfect thing to say.

Kagome is Kagome. That is all. MH. For now though, he didn't send it, just saved it into his drafts, ready for a rainy day, when Kagome was really feeling down. Of course he was sure that right now seemed very grim, but he had a feeling that it would get worse. As it was, it seemed Sherlock cared about her and at least this time round he wasn't afraid to show it, as he would have been before the Fall and his three years alone.

The question was, would he be able to help get over John? Obviously, Kagome wasn't the type to go back to someone who had betrayed her once, as John evidently had, perhaps due to her past that she refused to talk about. Mycroft did suspect, however, that she had shared some of it with John - which only reinforced his theory that while John was strange, he was ordinary as well. Only ordinary people would shun someone that had shared something so personal and evidently painful.

Mycroft was unsure about everything turning out okay between John and Kagome, but if the man had made her say that, perhaps it was time they went their separate ways. They might interact, but he doubted they would ever be close again, with something like betrayal hanging over them.

Decision made, he texted Kagome and arrangement that he knew she wouldn't take the wrong way.

Meet me for dinner tomorrow night. MH. That would give him the chance to gage exactly how badly she was hurt - though, she had a poker face that was better than his, so it would be a gesture of trust if she showed anything at all, one that he would undoubtedly appreciate. He may be her employer, but he considered her his partner as she chose what cases she took and they had a good relationship - he even, in the depths of his mind, dared to call it friendship. Sherlock wasn't the only one who'd changed due to the Fall and the following three years.

He realised with a start that it wasn't only that which had changed both he and Sherlock, it was Kagome. She just had this way of changing people - mostly for the better. There may have been the few that changed for the worst - revenge being the most prominent reason, he supposed, but mostly for the better. He laughed to himself, a hint of irony striking him.

Just their luck that a woman would change the two cold and distant brothers, both of whom claimed that caring was a disadvantage.


A/N: Whew! Well, that first chapter of the alternate part was fun. Also, please note that I will be writing stories (that come after Her Frightening Nature) using this version of it. Thanks,

BP