*Sherlock's POV*
I sat, more or less, in the guest room, watching Lara sleep. I could not tell you how I made it to this point, but she slept soundly as I sat. As she normally slept in my own room, unless I decided to let go, I found it some what disturbing that she refused to speak to me. I couldn't take the madness, so I took one of my shots. When I came too, I found myself starring intently at her sleeping form, and the thinking began. Her words echoed through my soul and it tore at me for some reason. I did not like where the answer for why it tore at me was going, so I decided to think of how the murder happened. Watson so carelessly thought she killed the man, which would not surprise me considering her strength and style of fighting, but the body said differently. The man had two stab wounds, both fatal. It was a fast and silent death, and it made me wonder who could have done it without me knowing. They would have to have been waiting for the man, so an accomplice? Meaning to take Lara but Watson and I had come to quickly? Possible. Something bigger happening? More likely.
I found myself unable to leave. I thought to myself it was because I was still under the influence of my concoction, being as I added an extra 10% cocaine to it, but deep down I knew it was to make sure she would be fine. As time progressed I heard the sound of three legs, and I rose, taking a last look of the odd female that has seemingly filled my head with queries that I could never satisfy.
"Dear Lord, it looks like you've faced the hell hounds." Watson said as a greeting when he entered my own room. "Again." I raised an eyebrow, not liking the reminder of that epidemic we faced.
"I have had a hard night." He smirked as he sat down, propping his legs up with the paper in his hand.
"No doubt from that fiery women you've become obsessed with." I cleaned my pipe out, not looking at him.
"That women as you insist calling her, is absolutely out of my mind." I put the tobacco in, lighting it and taking a long needed inhale. "She is more of a insect with mental problems to me." He smirked, opening the paper.
"Really now. Then I must have mistaken the paleness of your skin, the hollowness in your eyes and the silence of your breath." I stared at my companion, as he barley glanced at me.
"What say you now?"
"I know you Holmes." He set the paper up in his lap as he put his feet down, leaning forward. "Your profile when she made that comment, it was horrid to watch." I looked away, puffing at my pipe. "Holmes." I glanced at him, to see his icy blue eyes serious. "You can't hide that you do care. At least a little." I took the pipe from my mouth, looking up in thought.
"I care enough to find out if she is real or not." He sighed, sitting up straight. "The predicament of her from the future is one problem, and her uncanny ability to read emotions is another. I must say, that is a query that unnerves me."
*Normal POV*
"What is wrong with you?"
"Many a things I'm told. All from you actually."
"You've gone too far this time!"
"You say that every time."
"You blew up the bloody room!"
"At least it wasn't mine."
"Holmes!" Holmes just raised his eyebrows as he began to light his pipe, crossing his legs. Watson merely sighed and continued to examine me. "Breath in." I did so, only to cough some, raising an eyebrow as smoke came out. Watson sighed and sat back, handing me a wet towel and I began to clean off the black smoke from my face. "Other then smoke damage, you are quite alright." He looked to Holmes, who simple sat smoking, looking out the window. "As much as I don't want to indulge you, I must ask what were you doing?" Holmes turned to us, a child like smile on his face. One Watson descried in his books showing the good natured part of Holmes.
"Good question ol'boy!" He uncrossed his legs, sitting forward as his brown eyes glistened. "After many years schooling in Chemistry, I have finally found a way of explosion." Watson and I stared at him like he was an idiot.
"Holmes-"
"Remote explosions." That got us. I stared at him, now getting why he needed me.
*Two hours ago.*
"Come, come now! You still can't be angry with me!" I only rolled my eyes and turned to leave. "Wait! At least put this horrid bag of yours in your room since you refuse to stay in mine." I sighed and turned, holding my hands out. He threw it to me and we made eye contact. "It's been three weeks." His eyes softened some, for once showing emotion that I could never read. "How long will you keep your silence towards me?" I stared at him a moment longer, then left, fear clouding my mind. As I went back into my room I set the bag down on the bed, opening it.
"What the-?" My eyes went wide as I held the container up. "Shi-"
*Present*
"Well, that explains you being locked in the room for the past three weeks." Watson said with a sigh. "But it doesn't explain why you tested it on Lara!" Holmes and I looked at each other, our eyebrows raised.
"It didn't kill her…" I slapped a hand to my head, sighing. "Listen! I've found a way to control things by remote! It can be used for bombs, these radio's I've heard about!" He stood, walking to the window, his back to us. "I have now created the device Moriarty worked so hard to get." He turned on his heel, staring us down. "We might be one step closer to understanding this mad man's plan." Before Watson could reply, a British guard walked in. Watson and I glared at Holmes, who only looked at the guard with interest, then to us. "Well I didn't do it." Watson looked to me and I shrugged.
"Well I certainly didn't do anything." I looked back to the guard. "Well, nothing too bad…" I saw Holmes smirk, but ignored it when a rather long man came in, wearing all black.
"Holmes, Sherlock." Holmes sighed, stepping up. "You have been summoned to Scotland to solve a troubling case." Watson and I looked to Holmes as he looked to the window.
"I don't think-"
"Your trip is already paid for, plus the money for the case when solved will be given to you once you reach your destination." There was a moment of silence before Holmes spoke.
"I guess I haven't a choice then."