Most people think he's a freak, but then she's not most people. He may be arrogant as hell, but he's also vulnerable in ways few would expect; it's no wonder that his brother worries about him constantly.
He's different, but so is she, and she doesn't mind. Drugs are never the answer, she hopes he will understand that in time; in the meanwhile, she cradles his head in her lap and watches over him as he eventually falls asleep.
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John Watson is sweet, she thinks to herself as the man climbs out of the car; he's going to be the perfect companion for Sherlock, keep him entertained while keeping an eye on him as well.
As for herself, she doesn't need a companion. Men are so silly, making passes at her when she's clearly not interested. The last one who tried to impose his unwanted attentions on her ended up spending the night at the A she wishes that people would understand that not everyone has the same needs and desires, and that society would learn to respect each and every one of them regardless.
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Sherlock is such a dork when it comes to anything connected to sentiment, she's not sure he's ever bothered to acknowledge the fact that they're both asexual. He looks vaguely scared when she sits across his lap and ghosts her lips over his own; it's only when he realises she's not a threat that he allows her to close the distance between them and kiss him.
It feels so nice, being held in a way that is not even remotely sexual. She revels in the feeling of his fingers in her hair, and sighs happily into his mouth.
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She waits until the two brothers have finished exchanging barbs, then brings Sherlock his Belstaff coat. He smiles and lets her help him into it, a simple gesture and yet oddly intimate for the two of them.
After that it's back to business – terrorists and weddings, fake girlfriends and sly blackmailers. She's the one Mycroft calls after the shooting, the one he almost begs to help him clear up this mess.
And she does, to the very best of her abilities.
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In the end she decides to play the trump card of Moriarty's supposed return in order to get Sherlock back. It's only when he shows up at her door that she allows herself to breathe again.