The silence that followed was heavy and the air literally vibrated with each tick of the clock. No one dared to make the first move.
Tick tock.
Tick tock.
The tension was broke suddenly by a very annoyed Mrs. Hudson, stepping forward determinedly and placing her hands on her hips as glared at the unwelcomed party. The three uninvited strangers, well two of the members seemed to be taken aback the third just raised an eyebrow either in surprise or question one didn't know.
"Who do you think you are barging in here with your gold pixie dust, disturbing an elderly lady from watching her T.V soaps?" She snapped, head snapping towards the tallest of the three strangers taking in the bowl cut and pointed ears. "Peter bloody Pan!"
A hearty laugh ensued and the blond man, handsome face transformed in to a beautiful smile, stepped forward and placed a hand on the tall mans shoulder whose expression showed nothing but neutrality, Sherlock was inwardly getting agitated at being unable to read the blank face man and he narrowed his eyes as the blond man continued.
"Never heard that one before." He gasps between chuckles. "Peter pan! Ha-ha! Oh, that's so going to be your nickname. Wait 'till the others on the bridge hear this." He gave the shoulder a small squeeze and stepped towards Mrs. Hudson, grin firmly in place. Sherlock watch as he 'turned on the charm'. Sherlock wanted to snort, mildly amused, Mrs. Hudson would never fall for it.
"We are very sorry for intruding in on your precious time," He smiled. "But please, we just need a few moments of your time. We are in a bit of a predicament." Mrs. Hudson held the blue eyed mans gaze for a moment longer, looking for possible signs of a lie before visibly deflating as she relaxed and gave a heavy sigh. Sherlock stood corrected.
"Fine." She said then reached forward suddenly and tugged his ear towards her so that they were face to face. "But see here! Is this how you introduce yourself! Giving an old lady a near heart attack! Shame on you young man!" She finished releasing him and smoothing down her dressing gown. "Now, who wants a spot of tea?" Mrs. Hudson asked merrily as she headed towards the kitchen. "Make yourselves comfortable, I will be back shortly."
"I like her, Jim." A southern accented voice cut in. "She's got spirit and she put you in place. Finally."
"But bones, she very nearly tore my ear clean off." Jim pouted turning towards the couch and flopping down heavily upon it. "What? She said 'make yourself comfortable'." Jim stated after receiving an annoyed look from 'Bones'.
Sherlock watched as bones sighed and sat down gently next to Jim, 'Peter Pan' chose to stand stiffly behind them casting a quick look at John, who had done nothing but stare openly at him, then looking fixedly at the opposite wall.
Sherlock gave John a small nudge with his shoulder and whispered softly, "You're being rude."
Not that Sherlock exactly cared about social etiquette, Jim and Bones where having a quiet conversation amongst themselves, but he just wanted John back from where ever his mind had wondered.
"Eh. Oh! Sorry." John mumbled turning to Sherlock with an apologetic look on his face. "I was just lost in thought."
"Well, don't do it again. You're mind is clearly not cut out for deep thinking. Next time you might never return." Sherlock deadpanned earning a disgruntled look from John.
Mrs. Hudson bustled in at that moment with a tray over flowed with tea cups and a plate piled high with biscuits. Walking quickly she deposited the tray before her guests and told them to help themselves before making herself comfortable in an armchair.
"Now, start from the beginning." She ordered.
-xox-
Fuck! It had been a whole hour of explaining and answering their questions but their hosts still held dubious expressions on their faces.
The short man and elderly woman had shown nothing but kindness at the situation, but they were having a hard time understanding the science behind time travel. They were not the problem; the one grating on his nerves was the one that was currently talking.
"So, you're telling me that you are all from the future." The tall man with the unruly curls said in a monotonous voice.
"Yes." Jim sighed, getting more than slightly pissed off.
"And how do I know you're not lying?" He asked.
"Bones, a little help please." Jim begged turning towards his oldest friend.
"Jim, I'm a doctor, damn it, not a lie detector! You're on your own on this one." Bones grunted irritably.
"Then I have no choice but to not believe you." The man sniffed, turning his head away and folding his arms.
"When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth." Spock piped up.
The short mans eyes widen in surprise as he pointed to the taller man and exclaimed "I've heard you say that multiple times."
"Yes I have." He replied, facing Spock and raising an eyebrow in question. "How did you come by such an expression?"
"My mother had many old Terran books, which I would read in my spare time. That quote was created by an author known as Dr John. H. Watson." Spock supplied impassively.
"That's my name!" John proclaimed looking utterly flabbergasted. "What was the book about?" He pried.
"It was about a Consulting Detective called Sherlock Holmes and the cases he helped to solve. It was most fascinating." Spock answered, he was met by a horrified look from John and the elderly woman and an angry expression from the man he did not know the name of.
"Am I missing something?" Jim cut in, looking slightly confused. "I feel like I'm missing something. Bones, have we missed something?"
"Shut up! And we'll find out!" Bones growled, slapping the back of Jim's head for good measure.
"Am I to assume, you are Mr Sherlock Holmes?" Spock queried.
"Yes. You assumed right." Sherlock sneered before looking to John. "Am I to take it that you're currently in the process of writing a book about me, us?"
"Yes." John squeaked nervously.
"I wondered why you haven't let me on your laptop for a month. I thought you were just downloading porn again." Sherlock sighed closing his eyes and pinching his nose.
"Sherlock!"
"Sorry Mrs. Hudson. But really John why so secretive?"
"Because, erm." John stammered. "Because I knew you would disapprove?"
"Is that an answer or a question?" Sherlock asked.
"Fascinating, he does not yet know?" Spock asked the embarrassed John taking in the confused expression of Sherlock's face.
In reply john slid further down the chair in shame.
Hope you enjoyed this chapter =)
I hope everyone had a good Christmas and new year, I would of had this chapter up earlier but I over did my new year celebration and woke up the next morning with the worst hang over ever! lol! So, Sorry everyone. I hope this chapter makes up for it.
P.S. the Sherlock and John in this story are from the 2010 BBC T.V series 'Sherlock'. Apologies for any misunderstanding =) xx