Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Rose and Regan sat in Sherlock's chair in the living room of 221B. Rose sat reading a battered copy of Hamlet, muttering to herself about how she could have killed them all faster. Regan sat with her, facing the couch. Regan had her legs resting on the armrest on the other side of the chair, while she was reading a weekly forensics magazine. Both sisters were sitting simply in their shirts.
Their relationship had improved slightly, enough to tolerate the other. For example, sharing a chair without arguing.
As John quickly walked into the flat, he shrieked a little, covering his eyes. "Why does no one in this family wear trousers?!" He exclaimed.
"Trousers are illogical and constricting." Rose said, setting her book down on the side table. She stood up, pushing Regan's legs out of the way as she did so. Regan spun slightly in the chair, and slumped backwards.
"It's true, though." Regan added.
John felt uneasy as Rose walked past him, towards the stairs in order to change in her bedroom.
Sherlock came out of his bedroom with only a sheet on.
"See?! This only proves my point." John complained.
Sherlock huffed and rolled his eyes as he sat down at the computer. He hunched his back and began to type furiously.
"I hope you're not going to give out candy like that." John sat down in his chair, still uneasy about Regan eyeing him from over the top of her magazine.
"I'm not giving out candy, John." Sherlock replied.
"Why not?" John asked.
"It's a ploy for children to harass people for free candy in response to a rhetorical question, while wearing pointless costumes in order to express a subconscious need to be someone else." Sherlock answered, not even bothering to turn around.
"That's completely ridiculous." John replied.
"It's true, though." Regan added.
Sherlock let out a small smirk as John rolled his eyes.
Rose came clomping down the stairs in heavy boots. "I'm going out." She announced while she stood in the doorway.
"Where?" Sherlock asked.
"Out." Rose replied.
"With whom?" He asked.
"A friend." Rose replied.
"A friend?" He asked.
"Yes, I just said that." Rose rolled her eyes.
"What's their name?" Sherlock asked.
"I don't have to tell you." Rose crossed her arms.
"I know who it is." Regan set her magazine down, slowly opening and closing her eyes.
"Who is it then?" Sherlock asked.
Rose had an angry and pained look on her face, which Regan had expected.
All eyes had turned to Regan for an answer.
"It's not my business to say." Regan stood up, pulling for phone from her bra, and walked over to Rose.
Sherlock rolled his eyes and continued his work on the laptop as John let out a breath he was holding and sank lower into his chair.
"You owe me." Regan hissed.
"In your dreams." Rose sneered.
"I'll come collecting soon enough, you'll see." Regan held her head high as she went upstairs to change.
Rose huffed. "Bye, Uncle William."
Sherlock made a grunting noise in response.
Rose thumped down the last flight of stairs and quickly exited the building.
After a few minutes, Regan came back downstairs, fully dressed. "I'm going out." She announced.
"Oh, you too?" John remarked.
Regan slightly rolled her eyes as she pocketed her cellphone.
"Where?" Sherlock asked, still not turning around.
"Oh, no. No, no. I'm not doing this." Regan, slightly angry, answered. "Bye, Uncle Sherlock." Regan continued down the stairs while Sherlock grunted in reply.
Irene sat in her study with Jim Moriarty, sipping her tea and repeatedly checking her phone for an update from Rose. Meanwhile Jim as doing the same checking on Regan.
"So Irene, are you seeing someone?"
"What makes you think that?"
"Well, dear you have a romantic comedy set out, you have a chocolate cake in the fridge, you keep checking your phone and there is a cute little purple toothbrush in the washroom."
"Who died and made you Sherlock Holmes." Irene raised an eyebrow as Jim smirked.
"I hope you don't mind that I told my girlfriend to meet me here." He added.
"Not at all." Irene said, rising from her seat to get the door.
Regan stood outside on a great white house in Belgravia, she was greeted at the door by Irene Adler, who pulled her inside into the large front hall, wrapped her arms around her waist and kissed her full on the lips.
"Oh Rose, I missed you so much. If Moriarty weren't here, I would have you right here and now." Irene had a look of longing in her eyes.
"Excuse me, Miss Adler, why are you kissing my girlfriend?" Jim asked, standing from his seat.
"Your girlfriend!? This is my girlfriend!" Irene protested.
"Regan, have you been cheating on me?" Jim turned to Regan.
"No! Jim, I would never!" Regan said her eyes tearing up, her hand reaching up to thoroughly wipe away Irene's kiss from her lips.
"Can I ask what is going on here?!" Rose said, crossing the threshold.
"Wait, there's two of you?" Irene asked, a little surprised to say the least.
"Duh, we're twins!" Regan said trying to wrap her arms around Rose. Rose avoided Regan and crossed over to Irene.
"I am so sorry, my love, I should have told you." Rose kissed Irene.
Regan rushed up to Jim quickly and kissed him as passionately as she could.
"Forgiven, forgotten." Jim and Irene whispered to their partners as they deepened their kisses.
"Well, who would have guessed that Mycroft Holmes' daughters would be fucking his enemies." Jim remarked, snaking a hand around Regan's waist.
"That is rather crass, Rose and I make love." Irene said, smirking and snaking a hand under Rose's shirt.
"Wow, I really didn't need to know that." Regan had a weirded-out look on her face.
"Where did you think I got those bruises Rae? Jumping criminals?" Rose said trying to remove Irene's hand from under her shirt. "Would you stop that! There are others present!"
"I just want the world to know what is mine!" Irene argued.
"Well it's not like I get those hickeys from nowhere either." Regan added.
Jim snickered from behind Regan, his hand sliding towards her ass. Regan batted him away playfully.
"I thought you sat in the basement and had the vaccum give them to you." Rose said. "Just kidding, Rae. I love you."
"You sure show it funny." Regan rolled her eyes.
"Well I suppose, Rosie, we should invite them to stay for our Halloween party." Irene offered.
"That sounds wonderful Irene." Jim said. "We will be back after we change, or is it a BDSM party and I should chain Regan up? Because I would like that."
"No way! Not ever! Jim! I swear to fucking God!" Regan screamed, slapping Jim outside the head, and shoving him away.
"Don't worry dear, this party is strictly vanilla. At least where the guests can see." Irene said. Then she whispered to Jim, "till after, then you are welcome to bring Regan and join us, if you two want to watch."
"Gross! Irene, she is my sister! I am not allowing her to watch me have sex." Rose said attempting to slap Irene, but Irene grabbed her wrist and kissed her hand instead.
"I was only kidding sweetheart, I have something else planned for tonight. I am not sharing you with anyone ever." Irene paused. "Well dear, Rose and I have some things to do before the party so you better get going."
Regan nodded slowly. "Sure. 'Things to do'." She said slowly drawing out the words suggestively.
"Regan, dear do you how hard it is going to be to get your sister in a costume?" Irene asked.
"Yes, I do know. I've lived with her for 21 years. That's 21 halloweens, Irene." Regan replied.
The party had started, and Irene and Rose were dancing dressed as Maid Marian and Robin Hood, respectively. Rose had been asked several times tonight if she was Peter Pan and it was making her agitated. Irene had been trying to calm her down all night but their constant kissing was making people uncomfortable. Especially one man, named Edwin Booth.
Edwin strolled over to Irene. "I see you have down-graded, Ms. Adler." Irene fought down the anger that bubbled up inside her.
"Actually it was more of an upgrade Edwin. She doesn't crush me while I sleep." She said touching on the mans obvious stomach.
"Well she's not that pretty, Irene. I didn't know you fucked uglies." Irene walked away as she noticed Rose looked like she was about to cry. She followed Rose up to their room.
"What's wrong sweetie?"
"Nothing." Rose choked back a sob.
"Don't listen to them, you're beautiful, and smart. Hell, brainy is the new sexy, and not only are you smart but it is hard to stop looking at those eyes of yours." Irene said wiping the tears from Rose's eyes.
"When is this stupid party over?"
"Soon dear, just a few more moments. Then we can go to bed."
"Okay, I guess I can deal with being called Peter Pan for a few more hours."
"You look nothing like Peter Pan!"
"What do you mean? I make a fabulous Peter Pan! I can take you, mi'lady, to Neverland."
"Alright Let's go don't want the guests to think we've run off."
They walked back to the party, Irene mingled and Rose helped herself to another Gin and Tonic.
As Jim walked up to her, he lowered his voice so only Rose could hear. "Enjoying ourselves?"
"I would be, but that idiot," she said pointing to Edwin, "is sure making it hard to."
"Want me to make him into a pair of shoes?"
"No...maybe I'll just shoot him..."
"Yes, Regan mentioned something about you being an assassin."
"I was an assassin, but not any more."
"Do you want to get back into the game?" Jim asked, smirking.
"You mean do I want to act out my homicidal urges and you'll pay me to do it?"
"Yes. How long have you been out?"
"Maybe 2 years..."
"That's not bad. I'll get your number from Irene and we'll talk about getting you a job."
"I have a job."
"You sit in a university lab all day and proclaim that you are bored!"
"Well I guess it would be nice to get back to doing something, but you have to promise me something..."
"What?"
"Never mind."
"I will send you the details soon alright?"
"Yeah..." Rose quickly walked away from Moriarty. The party was dying down and she was eager to get to bed.