Te Amo: Christmas Gala
By: Wolfa Moon
Summary: Before Season 2. Mrs. Holmes wants kids or to see her kids. She has to decide.
Disclaimer: Don't own
Author note: I have one more chapter then I am going to stop this story.
/Te Amo: Christmas Gala/
Sherlock looks at the invitation. A slight rage grew in him. His family meddling with his life.
"Did post come?"
"Undoubtedly."
"Anything for me?"
"Yes," she comes into the living room in a robe and drying her hair. "May I have it?"
"Not sure you'll want it."
"Why more bills?"
"No, an invitation." She comes in snatching the letter.
"Who would be inviting me?"
"My mother. She is inviting you to her Christmas gala. It is her year to hold it." Jane walks around to take a seat in front of him. He watches as she sits and her hair cascades on her shoulders. Sherlock will not admit it but after their explosive dive together and healing he has begun to watch her more.
"So why is she inviting me? I don't even know her."
"She knows of you and you are my… colleague. Also Mycroft probably mentioned you to her."
"And why would she care?"
"Because I am her son."
"And what does one wear to a gala?" Sherlock looks at her at how relaxed she is sitting in a chair damp, waiting for him to answer.
"A gown preferably."
"A gown?" She says questionable shock. Thinking to her closet upstairs which contains no gowns. The only dress she has is a summer thing and the one that was his mothers. The rest of her cloths had been lost in shipping with her service for queen and country. "Well then I should keep an eye out while I go shopping?"
"Shopping?"
"Yes," she had told him her plans before.
"What if something comes up?"
"So do what you did before I came." She walks back to her room to get dressed. Sherlock looks back to her. Then turning to see his own invitation on the table before him. He had gotten too used to her being there for him. Someone who is not a complete idiot.
/Te Amo: Christmas Gala/
Walking with Molly they talk and carry their bags. It was nice to have a girl friend. Someone who is just a friend and listens. Then something catches her eye.
"Wow," Jane stops in front of a store where there is a beautiful dress in the window. It's a taffeta and organza a-line strapless court train evening dress.
"That's lovely," Molly spoke. The two had became friends. Bonding over Sherlock and anatomy. Also Greg helping her out with giving her a job at the morgue. Earn some income.
"Too bad I can't afford it."
"Doesn't Sherlock have money?"
"It's not like he gets paid to consult."
"Shame."
"Tell me about it. If I have to live off noodles for one more night I may scream." She looks at Molly. "Do you have any nice dresses I can borrow?"
"Uh, sure why?"
"I have to go to a high class gala by Sherlock's mom."
"Eww. I don't know if I have anything that fancy."
"I don't have any dresses."
"Why not?"
"Military and really nothing to dress up for. And I am not wearing my dress uniform."
"Ok, I'll see if I have anything."
"You are a life saver Molly."
"Thanks for coming out with me."
"I needed some girl time and away from the mad man with a crop." The girls laugh and walk away.
A small cc camera follows them as they walk on.
/Te Amo: Christmas Gala/
Sherlock eyes Jane as she enters their living room. His travel case resting beside the sofa. Her shoulder bag is too small for a proper dress. To small for any long term stay.
"What?" She asks.
"We are staying for possibly a week."
"That is what the carry along is for." Sherlock then looks to the stairs where a carry along is.
"I see."
"No you didn't. Are you okay?" Sherlock looks at her. She is dressed plainly simple. Which he loves and can deduce within seconds. Also reading the nervousness radiating off her.
"I'm fine. You don't need to be nervous."
"She's your mum."
"My mother is high class but she still likes the commoners."
"Then I shall practice my curtsey." She jokes performing one. Sherlock gives her a half smile.
/Te Amo: Christmas Gala/
Arriving to the Holmes abode Jane can just lean against the glass of the limo to stare.
"You grew up here?" Sherlock leans over to look at the estate.
"Yes."
"Wow," she sits back into her seat. Her family lived in a small row with a nice garden. But to have this grand a house with this much land. Sherlock can only inwardly smile at his friend's amazement. People normally judged him upon seeing his family house.
"Been in the family for centuries."
"Impressive." The limo stops at the front door. Two men come down to open the door and get their belongings.
With the door opened he extends his hand for Jane to get out. She takes it. Wearing a simple pair of dress pants and a nice blouse.
"Welcome Ms. Watson."
"Thank you."
"You are quiet welcome." Getting out she looks up. Moving to the back to get her bags.
"I can get those."
"It's alright mam, I have them." And he did. He had all of them and headed inside.
"Jane, come along." Sherlock looks over at her as she tries to be her.
"What?" Shaking her head moving with him to go up the steps.
"Relax."
"You relax," she moves to keep stride with him. Sherlock grins at her as they enter.
There inside the hall Jane took it in. Sherlock watches his friend see his childhood home for the first time.
"This place is bigger on the inside."
"It's not a Tardis." She has to smile.
"Glad my shows are finally weeding their way into your mind." Sherlock would never admit it out loud but he enjoyed the show. Especially with Jane curled up next to him on the sofa. It had become their Christmas tradition.
"Sherlock," a woman called from the balcony. Looking up Jane got her first glimpse of Sherlock's mom. She descended making her way toward them.
"Mother." Sherlock approaches a woman of years but still in fine form. Seeing where Sherlock inherited his lithe figure from and hair. The two embrace and share a small kiss on each other cheeks. Backing up Jane feels the appraising eyes on her.
"And you must be Jane Watson. Your photos don't do you justice."
"Pardon."
"Mycroft," Sherlock growled.
"He is only keeping an eye out on you." Sherlock moves a little closer to Jane. Mrs. Holmes smiles.
"As long as it's not in the lou, I'm good." Jane steps forward to shake her hand. "It is an honor to meet you."
"Likewise my dear. Party starts at 6. You two can go about the grounds. Sherlock behave." Jane has to smile at that. The woman was off.
"She seems busy."
"Yes well the party is tonight."
"So quick tour before I have to make myself look presentable." Sherlock looks at her. "What?"
"You don't need to impress anybody."
"I had no intention of doing it for anyone." Jane walks into the house more. Sherlock follows.
/Te Amo: Christmas Gala/
After a tour through the house. Sherlock making sure she knew all the exits in order to not feel trapped. Then leading her outside to the pond and fountain. Then back to the stables.
Inside the house they head up the stairs.
"Well time to get dolled up." She opens the door to her room.
"Jane?" She looks to Sherlock whose room is further down the hallway. "Just be yourself."
"Aren't I always."
/Te Amo: Christmas Gala/
Entering the room she takes in the glorious of it. Eyeing the queen size bed she does what any normal person would do. A quick jump and fall on the bed. She bounces as well as a box sitting on top. Turning she looks at it. No card but nicely bowed close.
Sitting up she opens the box. Inside is the dress she had admired. Taking it out she lets the pale green taffeta organza evening gown flow down before her. Spying a mirror she goes to hold it up before her. It is beautiful and too elaborate for her.
"I saw you admiring it. I hope you don't mind." Turning she holds the dress close to her chest.
"People normally knock before entering a woman's chambers, Mycroft." The older Holmes brother entered the room more. "And I do mind you spying on me."
"You don't like it."
"I do like it. But I can't afford this."
"It is a gift."
"Why?"
"Because you are not funded for your career choice in helping my brother."
"So out of the kindness of your heart you decided to buy me a dress."
"Well I wouldn't want you to be underdressed."
"You mean seem a pauper to your prince." Mycroft looks affronted. He had never considered her below him. He actually admires her. Yet in high standing she would be considered a pauper to those tonight if she did not dress the part. And he didn't want Jane to be pitied and the others to stick their nose up at such a magnificent person.
Mycroft admitted to himself he fancied his brothers flat mate. Also letting on to his mother that he felt a kinship with his brother's only friend.
"You are more than that."
"Well thank you for the dress."
"Quite welcome."
"I'll pay you back."
"It's a gift." Why could she never trust him? Mycroft looks at the color and how her eyes shine to match.
"Thank you."
"Thank me by having a dance with me."
"Okay." Mycroft smiles, exiting. Smiling wider as he closes the door making his way to his rooms. Opening his door Sherlock opens his across the way
"What are you doing?" Sherlock accuses.
"Nothing."
"Doubt that."
"I gave Jane a present. Haven't you ever given her anything before?" Sherlock pondered that for a moment. "Thought so. Don't worry brother. You might actually like this one." Mycroft closes his door.
Sherlock retreats back into his room. He had given her things, has he? Going through his palace he sees the times he bought her food. Well places he was given free food. Helped her with her linen. Then a mug she gave him filled with his favorite tea. The constant help she gave him. He needs to remedy that.
/Te Amo: Christmas Gala/
Half an hour till party time. Sherlock tugs again at his bow tie.
Bizz, Bizzz, goes his phone. Reaching into his pocket he pulls up the text.
/Can you come to my room? – Jane./
Sherlock leaves his room going to Jane's, Knocking.
"Sherlock?" He hears.
"Yes."
"Come in." Sherlock enters closing the door to freeze. There in the center of the room in his flat mate dressed like a princess. Her hair is down with waves bouncing at her shoulders. The noise of the door drew Sherlock to step forward.
"You texted." She smiles at him.
"I can't get the back." She turns to show him the undone zipper. Sherlock doesn't move. "Sherlock."
"Yes," Sherlock comes over to help. His hands taking in her back. Reaching out he grabs the zipper and closes his view of her skin.
"Does it cover?" she asks over her shoulder.
"Pardon." His eyes finally meeting hers. Her face is all dolled up. Her lips more red. Her eyes framed in charcoal.
"Is it high enough?" Sherlock turns to look at her back. There are a few scars peaking out. She may have been shot in the arm and leg. Yet in order to get her to safety she had to be dragged over debris and shrapnel digging into her.
"A few are peaking out." She turns to him.
"Not like I can hide all of them." She motions with her left arm. Sherlock looks down. His hand taking her arm in his hands. Finger grazing over the puckered bullet scar. Tracing around to feel the exit wound.
"You are a soldier."
"I am. Can you tie these?" She motions with the straps. He takes them and begins to tie them into bows.
"You could of asked one of the staff to help you."
"I'm not use to a staff. Also I trust you." She turns so he can tie the other side. Sherlock watches as she backs up and twirls for him. "What do you think?"
"It's beautiful."
"I think so too."
"Where did you get it?" She steps toward him. Her hands going to tie his bowtie. The man always open collared now being forced to look decent.
"Mycroft bought it for me." She huffs. "He must of saw me admiring it when I went shopping." Sherlock reached up to still her hands.
"Mycroft?"
"It's not like I can afford this dress on my pension." She points to a hanging glittery blue cocktail dress. "I borrowed that from Molly."
"You don't have dresses."
"Never needed them." She smiles as she straightens the bow tie. "Perfect."
"You could have asked." He hated that Mycroft bought his friend a dress. Ever since that day he began to pay more attention toward her. Seems his brother is too.
"Asked what?"
"I take you for granted."
"You do at that."
"I should have bought you a dress." She looks at him funny.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. Are you ready?"
"No, but do I have a choice?"
"Stay close to me."
"Where else would I go?" He looks at her. "You're the only one I know here."
/Te Amo: Christmas Gala/
The party had started 10 minutes ago. Guest had arrive from then to an half an hour before the actual start. Mycroft greeted people alongside his mother and father. People making small chat around the foyer.
Mycroft was speaking to his mother when he froze, looking up. Mrs. Holmes stares at her son then follows his gaze. There at the balcony is Sherlock with his friend. His girl friend that is looking like a princess. Other people are looking at the duo as they descend.
"She cleans up nice."
"She always looks nice." And there it is. Their mom seeing that the girl means something more to her boys. Her boys fighting over who will get the last piece of chocolate cake. Then she sees Sherlock who is holding her arm close to him. His toy and not Mycroft's. Even if Mycroft dressed her up.
"So should we go to the ball room?"
/Te Amo: Christmas Gala/
Jane sticks close to Sherlock as they parade around the attending. Sherlock leaning over to divulge what he had deduced about those here. Laughing silently as he told her about the kinks of some of the higher ups.
"So how do those work? Dancing? Dinner?"
"We social for an hour, eat, dance and whatever entertainment my mother has acquired for her festivals."
"What has it been in the past?"
"Last years were acrobats, the year before fireworks, Sting."
"I look forward to the entertainment."
"I thought it would be the food."
"I'm not a glutton."
"No, you are Jane Watson."
"Charmer," grabbing a flute of wine she walks in more, smiling.
Sherlock watches her mingle. Talking up with a man in his dress uniform.
"She does make an impression." Sherlock scoffs at Mycroft's observation.
"Yes you do pick out such nice dresses. Did you get one for yourself?"
"Ha, no, she picked out the dress. You should really pay her for your time."
"She does fine."
"No she doesn't. Not really."
"What are you talking about?"
"I bought her the whole outfit because she has no outfit to fit in here."
"Just because she is wearing it does not mean she likes you."
"She tolerates me. Just wait till she sees the other gown I bought her."
"Why are you buying her cloths?"
"Cause mother is having another event tomorrow night. Since you two are going to be here, you're welcome."
"Jane would tell me such things."
"She may have tried but you still don't pay full attention to her. She needs someone to admire her all the time."
"Why are you butting in on my life?"
"It's not your life, it's hers." Mycroft moves off to go talk to another man of state. Then makes his way to a couple that Jane was discussing something with. Sherlock bristled as Mycroft worked his way in beside her. Replacing her flute of champagne. She smiles a thank you to him. Then they talk.
"She's lovelier than I pictured." Sherlock looks at his mother.
"You've seen pictures of her."
"Yes Mycroft was very thorough in his background check on her. She is impressive. Someday she'll make someone a good wife."
"She's …" he didn't really want to out his friend to his mother. "Unique."
"Well Mycroft fancies her." Sherlock glares at his mother. "He does. I can hear it in the way he speaks about her."
"She is my friend."
"Yes you two always fought over the strangest thing. About time it became a grownup fight."
"Mother?"
"The both of you fighting over a girl. That is good. Catch up with you later Sherry." Patting his hand she is off to go mingle. Returning his gaze to his friend she has moved off to a balcony. Moving he goes to her.
"Enjoying the party, " he asks her as she breaths in the twilight air.
"It's interesting." She turns to look at him. "Some of the people are high military. And then there are some who are royals. Well nine away from." She huffs. "I feel so out of place."
"You seem to hold up well."
"Mycroft is helping me mingle with the higher ups. He introduced me to the Duke of Gloucester."
"That had to be dull."
"It was interesting. But Mycroft needs to back off. I'm grateful for the attire but he doesn't have a hold on me over it."
"He's crowding you?"
"I think in his eyes he is protecting me."
"From what? I can do that."
"You lead me toward danger, Sherlock, more times than most."
"Do you wish to stop?"
"Hell no." She finishes her flute of champagne. "Your mother is springing for the good stuff."
"Yes she inquired upon me on such a thing."
"After the different types of tea?" She smiles while he glares at her. Changing to a smile he finishes his.
"We should rejoin the party."
"Do we have to?"
"You don't want my mother getting any ideas."
"Yeah, she is not planning my wedding." Grabbing Sherlock they walk back into the room.
People have ignored them or some would look at, point. Finding a corner for Sherlock to observe and tell her all the entertaining secrets.
They two kept drinking and laughing. Then came dinner. Seating arranged. Looking for her spot it is placed between the two Holmes boys. This did not go unnoticed.
"So Mycroft," a high official looking man spoke to him. "This is your famous brother." Mycroft swallowed his bite before answering.
"Yes this is my brother Sherlock and his assistant Jane Watson."
"Ah, the blogger. Your writing is quite entertaining." Jane takes a drink of her wine.
"You should be there." The man raised his glass to her.
"So Ms. Watson, are you and Sherlock together?" Jane wants to do a spit take.
"It is a common misconception." Sherlock informs the woman. "Jane is my friend."
"His only friend." Mycroft informs her.
"And you have none," Jane adds. Her eyes glare at Mycroft. Mycroft glares at her. The challenge and fire. People have gone quiet.
"I have one."
"Maybe." She counters.
Dinner continues.
/Te Amo: Christmas Gala/
After dinner mostly everyone is blitzed. More or less. People started dancing to the band his mother hired. A cover band of the Beatles but one of the best. Jane was asked to dance several times. She danced with some of them but was shocked when Sherlock began to dance with her. His hand glancing against her scares. Their eyes meet.
How had he been a fool. In his arms now he feels the most at home he ever has. Looking at her. He smiles. She leans into him. The warmth of their bodies. Holding her tight so she doesn't slide away. Since that night when she did slide away he kept a grip on her.
"May I cut in?" Sherlock looks to his brother. Jane steps back. There is Mycroft before them. "Well?" Jane looks to Sherlock.
"Sure you can dance with your brother." Jane backs up. Mycroft laughs but bows to her. Nodding she allows Mycroft to dance with her. Sherlock stiffens.
"So Mycroft, trying to make your brother jealous," Jane ask as they spin.
"Trying to make him see."
"See what a big douche you are?"
"Jane you think so little of me?"
"No, you are a good man when you want to be. Right now you are being a prate."
"True." Leaning down to talk into her ear. "I just want my brother to be happy."
"And you think with me he would be happy."
"He already is."
"There is always someone better out there."
"You love him." She backs away from him. "It is not a bad thing."
"You're jealous."
"I have a right to be." She looks at him. Looks at him.
"May I cut in?" Sherlock breaks the two up taking Jane back into his arms.
Mycroft sighs moving to stand by his mother.
"You should watch where you start fires, my son."
"I have no idea what you are talking about."
"Your brother and his friend."
"They are a good team. "
"You see more there than what is being seen."
"A good push."
"A push indeed."
The party continues. The band performs more songs. Fireworks are fired. Acrobats fill the air above them. It is a truly amazing night.
/Te Amo: Christmas Gala/
Sherlock had escorted Jane to her room. She had drank a good amount. Helping her get settled she grabs him, pulling him onto the bed. She laughs at her antics.
"Jane," he scolds. Trying to get her arms from around his neck.
"Don't leave me." She moans holding onto his hand.
"I won't."
"You won't fall." Sherlock looks at his blitzed friend.
"Fall?"
"I see you falling and I can't catch you."
"I'll land on my feet."
"Too far." Sherlock pulls the covers up and sits beside her. Always wondering how her mind worked. Mostly she remained tight lipped. Letting out her wonder at his deductions.
"Jane?" Sherlock moves in. Always wondering about her. Leaning in he kisses her gently on the lips. They are softer than he thought. He has seen them chapped and blue with cold. Now they are warm, soft and red
The arms come around his neck pulling him in for more.
"That is nice."
"Jane, you are drunk."
"No, I am partially drunk. You are sober. "
"And we should not do something we will regret."
"Then just stay. We can do the other later." Sherlock watches her lay back down on the pillow. So much like the time after the explosion.
Tucking her in he lays, sits beside her. Standing guard over her. His brother had informed him on all the times that she has done such for him.
/Te Amo: Christmas Gala/
Exiting her room in the early morning he glares at his brother.
"Finally crossing that barrier of friendship?"
"Wouldn't you like to hope." Moving to go into his room.
"Mother is having another gathering tonight. I hope nothing has to be pressed."
"Why would she be having another gathering?"
"Not often she gets to show off both of her sons. Also these are more of her higher end friends."
"You mean friends she must impress."
"Yes, I hope Jane has another dress." They both knew the only dress she had as the borrowed.
"I knew you played with Barbie's. But she is not one of your toys."
"And she is not yours either."
"What are you planning?"
"Not me, mother. She wants grandchildren."
"So she intends to set me up?"
"Unless you have somebody already in mind." Sherlock gives Mycroft one final glare before entering his room.
Mycroft smiles at his victory. Already dressed and pressed he makes his way to Jane's room. Stopping he knocks.
"Too early." He hears groaned through the door.
"Jane?" then he hears the thud and the door open a crack. Her hair is everywhere.
"What is it Mycroft?"
"Wanted to inform you of my mother's other party tonight. Do you need anything pressed?" The door closes. Then it opens. A hand is thrust out with the dress she wore. Mycroft takes it with a smile. The door slams shut with a thank you somewhere muffled in the thunk.
Smiling he carries the dress to the stairs and down the steps. His mother carrying flowers looks at him.
"It is defiantly not your color."
"No, but Jane looked wonderful in it."
"Is that the only gown she has?"
"She is not from money mother."
"I know this. Maybe I can lend her one of mine."
"Don't. I already acquired another one for her."
"Not all woman want to be dressed by a man. Especially one who fancies her."
"I was going to get it pressed. Do you need anything cleaned?"
"No, I will get her some dresses to try on." Mycroft watches his mother set her flowers in a vase. His mother seeing through him.
/Te Amo: Christmas Gala/
Sherlock came outside to see Jane walking the grounds. Everything different from the city. It hasn't been like this since they escaped with their lives. Sure life had moved on once they came back home. Yet to see her in the quiet again.
Casual in normal cloths. The remnants of the party being cleaned up.
"Jane?" she turns to look at him.
"Morning."
"Afternoon."
"Guess it is." They move toward one another.
"My mother had some of her dressed laid out in your room."
"That is very nice of her."
"Mycroft I gathered bought you another gown."
"Damn Barbie doll." She growled. Sherlock smiles at the deduction he had given as well.
"Do you ride?"
"What?" Sherlock smirks at her. Sometimes even with the world still turning. You need to live a little.
/Te Amo: Christmas Gala/
Violet Holmes watches her son be free with his friend. Amazed at how her shut in of a son is so free to be with this woman. Hoping tonight Sherlock will see her truly and act on it. Give her some grandchildren to spoil.
Looking at the dresses on the bed. Most of them red. And one that is lavender. Her son didn't have many favorite colors beside black and clear. Yet knows he has a fancy for lavender. Setting up her own chess pieces on Mycroft's board. Knowing her moves are even more masterful then her elder sons.
/Te Amo: Christmas Gala/
Sherlock dressed again in his tux. Hating his bow tie. Even if Jane loved them. Stupid TV fanatics. Then walking down to his friend's room. He knew his mother has plans for him. It will be fun tonight to tell Jane all the secrets he learns.
Entering her room without a knock a vase is thrown at him. Looking startled he sees Jane there in her knickers.
"Oh," she stands up straight. "I thought you were Mycroft."
"Has he tried to," enter.
"Not since I warned him yesterday. Doesn't mean he might forget. "
"Of course." Closing the door he steps into the room. Seeing the red dresses strewn nicely over a sofa. "I need you to do this bow tie again."
"Of course give me a moment." Turning away from her he can hear her rustle some cloths on. "Ok," he turns to face her. It is another beautiful dress. This one was one of his mothers. He could tell by the class of this one. Elegant yet stylish, lavender. "Is something wrong?" She twirls around.
"No, um," he groans internally, mother. "You look nice, lovely."
"Thank you," she steps into his personal space. Fixing the bowtie. "I believe this is one of your mother's. She does love red."
"Those are all of her red dresses."
"Why does she want me in red?"
"It is a seductive color."
"Or maybe she wants to see me dead."
"Doubt that." Jane smirks at him. Sherlock can only smirk back.
/Te Amo: Christmas Gala/
He remembers taking her arm and heading downstairs. Taking a drink from the waiter. Them both sharing a toast. But to explain his current predicament he is at a lost of words. Looking to see Jane lay naked next to him. The smell of past exertions still in the air. Looking down at his own unclothed state. The dried remnants of the their deeds. What had happened?
"Jane?" he croaks. She moans pulling the sheet up further. Flipping over to move the sheet from her gently. Taking in her curves, her scars. Running a hand down them. Knowing them now. He had traced them last night. "Jane!?" He speaks with more urgency. She turns over.
"What? Sherlock?" She looks at his nakedness. "Did we?"
"Apparently."
"Was it good?"
"What do you remember?" Sherlock needs the details.
"We went downstairs. We drank. I remember eating some appetizer that I made you eat. Then, now." She sits up. Sherlock looks at the hicky on her neck. "Did we get drugged?"
"Apparently."
"Are we the only ones?"
"We should find out." They both share a look.
"Shower," they say together.
"I'll go to my room." She collects the dress putting it on.
/Te Amo: Christmas Gala/
Opening the door Mycroft looks around before opening it further. A waitress left his room.
"You dog you." Mycroft looks up startled at Jane who is in her dress from last night.
"Um, I, I."
"You don't remember either."
"What happened?"
"I don't know."
"I believe we have a mystery on our hand."
"Is Sherlock up?"
"Shower, your mother?"
"Mother?" the two share a look before going to the master bedroom. Entering they find her asleep in bed.
"Mother?" Mycroft moves to her side. She smiles sitting up. Then her eyes move to Jane.
"I thought you went with Sherlock." Jane just looks at her then to the shadows of the room. "But Mycroft is not bad either." That gets both of their attention. "What?"
"I was with Sherlock. Mycroft got lucky with a waitress."
"A waitress?"
"Mother what did you do?"
"I gave you something to loosen you up."
"Great, I'm out of here." Jane charges from the room. Mycroft hears her open a door.
"Your mother drugged us. Call us a cab." She slams Sherlock's door. Then there is a second door open and close.
"How could you mother?"
"I know your brother is slow with relationships."
"And he finally has one. You can't go ruining that."
His mother's doors opened again to reveal a rather naked Sherlock wet from his shower.
"Don't ever contact me again." Sherlock turns around.
/Te Amo: Christmas Gala/
Back home in Baker Street. Sherlock appraises his real home to the one he grew up in. This has all he needs. And it has.
"So are we going to talk about what happened or let it be a one off?" Sherlock looks at her. His addled mind looks at his disheveled flat mate.
"I don't."
"No you wouldn't." She comes forward kissing him. Then stands back from him. "Anything?" she looks in his eyes for anything. He is doing the same. "Guess not." She moves off to take a shower.
Sherlock looks up to where is she is. His mind didn't like the cloud that the drug presented. He wanted to remember. Wanted to know what it was like be with her. To have a clear memory. Taking off his cloths he goes up to join his flat mate in the shower.
/Te Amo: Christmas Gala/
Season 2 here
My prompt:
A box at Sherlock's house. The dress Mycroft bought it. And the two boys fight for her while dancing. Finally breaking up to dance with a young woman who seems sad at something.
If you want to see the dresses:
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