Ok, let me know what you think. I personally like this chapter; the next will explain how Holmes came to find Ms. Abigail, and who exactly who she is. R&R and enjoy!
Waiting...Waiting and even more waiting. Ever since I was a little child I hated waiting. I have always hated the feeling of sitting somewhere with nothing to do. I looked to the window he pointed out and say him starting to open the window. I sighed a little and ready the horses as he climbs into the seat next to me. All to soon we are leaving the estate and entering the main road.
"Did everything go as planned?" I asked him. He nodded to me and took the reins from me. I sat back and watched the people go by before looking ahead. "What is the next piece to the puzzle Mr. Holmes?" I asked.
"Now my dear, we wait." He said. I nodded once and looked to the left.
"Are you sure he'll understand?" I asked him. He smiled slightly and nodded.
"I am completely sure Watson will understand." He said. I nodded again and ended my questions completely. We sat in silence the rest of the trip back to Baker's street, neither one of us having anything to say. I watched the surroundings pass as he drove the carriage down the streets. We arrived at 221 B Barkers street within moments and both exited the carriage at the same time. He held the door to me and I thanked him and walked in. Mrs. Hudson was walking down the stairs when we entered. She dropped the tray in her hands and looked to him as if she had seen a ghost.
"Hello to you to...Nanny." He said. She shook her head and approached us slowly.
"Your not real..." She said. He nodded to her. "Ghost's can't exist." She added.
"Be that as it may, nanny, I am certainly here." He said. I smiled to her as she turned to look at me.
"And Ms. Adler?" She asked. I nodded. "Ms. Abigail Adler." She greeted me.
"Hello Mrs. Hudson." I said. She looked back to him and sighed.
"Your room is opened for you." She said. He nodded and walked up the stairs. I followed him up and walked in. I removed my coat and set in on the chair before trying to locate a teapot.
"Do you want any tea?" I asked. When I didn't get an answer I looked around to him and spotted him looking out the window. I sighed and readied the tea. "What's on your mind Sherlock?" I asked him.
"I am questioning myself if he truly is gone or not." He answered.
"You don't think he lived through that do you?" I asked. He shrugged once and turned to sit in a chair.
"It is possible." He said. "He was my equal in every way." He added. I looked to the teapot on the stove and then back to him.
"Even he is alive. What will we do?" I asked. He shrugged again and looked into the distance in thought. I sighed and grabbed the teapot off the stove and poured us both a cup before sitting down across from him. He took the cup and sipped on it slowly.
"We will do what is needed." He said. I nodded and sipped on my cup.
"And why am I here again?" I asked him. He smiled slightly at me and drank down his tea.
"You my dear are the key to finding out what exactly happened to your sister." He said. I sighed, hating the idea of looking for a woman who cared less about me and more about money. I nodded once and sipped on my tea as he laid back in his seat and soon filled the room with light snores. I rose from my seat and took his spot at the window and sang to myself quietly.
"Well if you be the lass of Aughrim, as I suppose you to be. Come give me the last token, between you and me. Ah Gregory don't you remember, that night on the hill. When we swapped rings off each other's hands, surely against my will. Mine was of the beaten gold, yours but black tin. Yes mine was of the beaten gold, yours but black tin."
I looked to the back of the chair and smiled before refilling my cup of tear and sitting against the window to watch the world outside pass by.