Hey kiddos!
Because I love you all, I've taken time from my 'busy' work day to write this for you all.
Hope you enjoy it!
Luna and Joan walked into the brownstone, their arms ladened with brown paper bags which were full to the point of bursting with much needed groceries. With a sigh, the older woman struggled to flick the lights on while the young girl walked on into the kitchen, the darkness not effecting her. She just wanted to dump the heavy bags onto the kitchen table so she could go back to her room but the moment her foot had crossed the threshold, she was yanked roughly to the right.
Her eyes widened in panic as she dropped the bags, wincing ever so slightly at the sound of the eggs cracking but it wasn't long before those thoughts were pushed firmly from her mind. She found it difficult to catch her breath, almost hyperventilating in fear as the hand over her mouth pressed her head back further into her attacker's chest.
"Lu… Where are you?" Watson called out, causing Luanna to struggle against the mysterious person's hold but it didn't relent for a single second. Taking a deep breath to calm herself down a little, she closed her eyes in order to concentrate and think of a way out of the situation, just like Sherlock had taught her.
Leaning to her left, she felt the slight dip in his stance, indicating a possible limp or an injury… either way, his left leg was weaker than his right. Gulping, she slammed her foot down onto her captors, forcing him to pull away with a grunt of pain. Whipping around, she struck the masked man sharply around the face, sending him tumbling to the floor.
"What was that noise? Luna! Answer me!"
"It's okay Joan. Everything is completely under control. Could you call the police please?"
"Police? What do we need the police for?"
"Actually, that won't be necessary…" Sherlock murmured, pulling off the black ski mask which had used to hide his face from the young teenager stood above him. "...I must Luanna… You have a hell of a right hook there."
Upon hearing the commotion, Joan rushed into the kitchen.
"What the hell happened here?!" she yelled, her face tinting an angry red as she stared at the shattered egg shells all over the tiled kitchen floor. Flashing an embarrassed smile to her guardian, the youngest of the trio dropped to her knees then grabbed the mask from the detective's hand, trying to mop the gooey mess up.
"Sorry Joan bu-"
"Actually, the fault is all mine Watson. I decided it was time to test our Luna's reflexes. I must report that they are quite sharp and she has a right hand to be proud of." Instead of answering, the former sober companion simply shook her head with a sigh before scooping up the shopping from the floor.
"I'll start dinner then, shall I?"
At the mention of her cooking, Lu jumped up and quickly took the bags from her.
"Actually Joan, why don't I cook? It's… eh… been a while… and I could… use to brush up on my skills…" she explained slowly, placing the bags onto the worktop.
"Are you saying I can't cook?" Sherlock, seeing that his young charge was going to answer the question honestly, placed a hand to his jaw, his fingertips gently massaging the tender area.
"Watson, I don't supposed I could trouble you to take a look, could I? I think Lu's done a bit of damage." At the mention, the young girl blushed, mumbling apologetically but when she dragged her gaze to meet his, he merely winked.