Alrighty then...
Here is another drabble for my Elementary story 'Welcome to the family'.
In case I haven't said before, this story will comprise of short stories and drabble revolving around the little family though they will not be in any sort of order. Each one is simply written when I get inspiration and have some time.
"Right, now keep your eyes closed and just listen to what surrounds us..." Sherlock murmured smoothly, his voice completely calm and quiet as he observed the teenager who was seated a few feet away from him, her legs crossed Indian style.
Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she allowed her other sense to fade. Her fingertips seemed to slowly go numb, her breathing became relaxed; shallow in order to limit her taste and smell. Due to this, her sense of hearing was forced to become a lot sharper in order to accommodate for the sudden loss of her sight and dulled senses. As she did so, the everyday sounds seemed to amplify rapidly, crashing over her in waves and quickly becoming overwhelming. When she stiffened, he was quick to assure her. "It's fine. There's a possibility that the electroshock has altered your brainwaves slightly and made your senses even more sensitive than before. Nothing to panic about."
Nodding, she took a calming breath to steady her nerves and began to sort through all the noises which surrounded her like the busy evening traffic of a million impatient workers rushing home; the soft buzzing of the detective's pet honey bees and the sound of footsteps on hollow wooden steps. "Joan's home and she'll be here in..." she shared, trailing off as she tilted her head to the right in order to focus on those particular sounds more clearly in order to estimate where she was on them, "a few moments."
Just as she said that, the rusted metal door swung open before smashing loudly against the brick wall behind it, shocking her completely from her meditative state. Her eyes snapped, widening to the size of dinner plates as her heart pounded furiously against her ribcage. Placing a hand over it in an attempt to calm it down slightly, Luna looked at Joan who was being glared at by the detective. "Watson, would it have killed you to have been a little quieter? Self induced sensory trances are incredibly dangerous to shatter; they need to be worked out of gradually as to avoid her system slipping into a state of shock."
"Well, I'm sorry Sherlock but I came up here to tell you both that I've picked up some Chinese..." At the mere mention of that, the teenager grimaced slightly, moving to stand, only to end up staggering slightly from the surprising bang. Seeing this from the corner of his eye, Sherlock was quick to catch her elbow in order to steady her though he didn't a say a single word. Luna greatly appreciated that. "... but, as you hate Chinese food-"
"-because they have an appalling tendency to masquerade cat meat for chicken." she interrupted, the tinniest smile on her face as she quietly righted herself.
"- I picked you up some Sushi from that nice little restaurant you like." With a small sigh of relief, she strode over to her legal guardian then moved onto her tiptoes. At this, Joan's eyes widened, seeing what the young girl was about to do but she hesitated, slowly lowering herself again. Giving a small nod, she turned before disappearing down the stairs.
"Do I even want to know what you were 'teaching' her?" Joan asked, putting air quotes around the word 'teaching' but he simply offered her a wink and a smirk then threw an arm around her shoulders, steering her towards the doors.
"Now, I've been lead to believe that we have a pressing date with some Chinese food, a couple of cold cases and Luna. Come on."