I'm sorry for the delay, My life has been pretty crazy the last few days and I finally found time to write. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, I did ;)
Regan wraps herself tightly in Sherlock's bed sheet as she walks into the kitchen for a glass of water. She eerily creeps to the cupboard grabbing a glass then filling it with water at the kitchen sink. She wraps the sheet tighter as she takes a big gulp from her glass. Sherlock awakes from the sound of the kitchen faucet, he looks to the clock in a start, 4:27. John sits in his chair, turned around at the sound of Regan. She hasn't noticed him yet, he was reading a book quietly.
He looks her up and down, noticing all she was wearing was Sherlock's bed sheet, he knows that because of the time Sherlock was sporting the white cloth around Buckingham Palace. With a bewildered glare he says, "Regan?"
She starts to choke on her water when she realizes John was sitting there. She wiped the water from her lips with the sheet she now clutched to herself. "John" she mutters, "What are you doing?"
"I should ask you the same thing", he sets his book on the coffee table.
Regan looks around in attempts to find some sort of excuse as to her being there so early in the morning, leaving Sherlock's room with nothing but his bed slip. She cannot find one. "What are you doing down here this early?"
"I couldn't sleep. By the way, she said yes" he steps closer to her, almost interrogative.
She places her glass, now half empty, on the kitchen table. "If you're going to interview me will you at least let me get dressed?"
He waves her off agreeing.
She swiftly waddles back into Sherlock's room and hastily slides on her pants and blouse then walks back to John with an unpleased demeanor. She cautiously takes a seat across from where he was sitting.
"How long has this been going on?" John decides to speak first.
Regan swallows hard, "…3 weeks about".
John scrunches his lips in disappointment, "When were you going to say something?"
She thinks about avoiding the question but knows that John wouldn't allow it, she says apologetically, "Soon". She flashes a smile to try to make things okay.
"Don't do that" He begins acting as a parent, "Not now".
She continues her persuasive grin, "Could we not do this now, I'm tired".
John says hastily, "No, now is a great time".
Sherlock wakes up to an empty bed, he assumes Regan snuck out early that morning. He gets up to take a shower.
Regan hears Sherlock's shower going and nervously runs her fingers through the length of her hair. John taps his fingertips against the arm of his chair impatiently.
"Can I go now?" Regan asks as she breaks the silence.
John ponders for a moment but then replies, "No, I want to discuss this with the both of you, together".
They sit there in silence until Sherlock appears from his room, fully dressed in his usual attire, he pauses when he sees John and Regan seated in the sitting room, just sitting there.
Sherlock continues on with shuffling through files on the desk as he says, "Regan, what are you doing here at this time of the morning?"
John interrupts, "Sherlock, don't do that".
Sherlock looks up from his papers to John, he says confused, "What do you mean?"
"Sherlock, we both know that Regan's been here since yesterday, now sit down" John demands.
Sherlock stands there glancing between John and Regan then walks over to take a seat on the couch. He rests his elbows on his knees with his face buried in his hands in displeasure. He utters through his hands, "How did you find out?"
"Well, after seeing Regan come out of your room wearing nothing but your bed sheet things just sort of fell into place" He says sternly.
Sherlock raises his head to address Regan, "How could you be so obvious?"
"Me? I didn't expect him to be awake at 4 o'clock in the morning, let alone down in the sitting room!" She says accusingly.
"So, are you two a couple then?" John asks as he changes the subject.
Regan's eye brows stand to attention as she bites her lip. She glances to Sherlock who is just as bewildered as she is.
"Yes, I believe so" Sherlock articulates.
"Alright then" John says then excuses himself.
Regan stands up in astonishment, "That's it?"
John turns around to face the two of them, "All I wanted was to know if this was serious or not, it obviously is".
Sherlock dismisses himself back to rummaging through case files and papers.
Regan takes a deep breath, the cool air sweeping in and out of her lungs feels refreshing. "Alright". She is practically alone, John went back upstairs to Mary and Sherlock was off in his own little world which she knew not to disturb him. "I'm going to go" she states even though she knows Sherlock wasn't paying attention.