Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter 118
Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy
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Snog is to kiss enthusiastically.
Uni short for University.
Love to all.
"Our greatest problems in life come not so much from the situations we confront as from our
doubts about our ability to handle them." ~ Susan Taylor
Present Day
John took a deep breath, his training as a soldier kicking in, sent up a prayer and slowly open the door in the darken hallway.
"Do you have any idea what I went through, so that you could remain hidden, safe?" Sherlock whispered angrily while towering over the smaller women.
Sherlock did not attempt to cover his anger.
He was several meters from her face with fisted hands at his side.
"What was I supposed to do; I could tell by your text that something was wrong. First I don't hear from you for nineteen days then when I do your misspelling words and telling me to go under, lay low."
Irene Adler whispered in a tone that relayed fury as she waved one hand dramatically in the air, "You never misspell anything; I could tell you were hurt. I'm not an idiot, Mr. Holmes"
Sherlock suddenly stilled himself and took one-step closer until he was impossible close to her face, then said with a condescending smile, "As to whether or not you're an idiot Ms. Adler, that remains to be seen. I once thought you too intelligent for such, emotional mistakes. Apparently this is the very rare instant that I was wrong."
Adler's body stiffened suddenly in response to Sherlock's words then she spoke.
"Piss off, Mr. Holmes," Irene Adler said the words slowly while returning glare for glare.
Sherlock stared down at Irene and she stared back up at him. Their heavy breathing was the only thing that broke the silence.
Curious, John thought to himself. He had been there a whole of three minutes and neither one noticed. They were a bit distracted apparently.
John looked around the room. It was dim with only the light from the table. Sherlock was still in his midnight blue suit from the day before. Ms. Adler was in a fitted a black pantsuit with high-heeled shoes.
Her hair was down and curled, flowing softly draping her shoulders. The hair surprised John; He was used to seeing her with it swept up and pinned.
She looked softer that way, John determined.
They were still staring at each other, John noted.
Now that he thought about it, their breathing was picking up not slowing down.
They both look like they could not decide if they wanted to shoot each other, snog or both. Probably both, John decided.
John frowned as images came unbidden to his mind. Did she just put her hand on his… OK THAT'S IT!
John cleared his throat.
Loudly.
Twice.
Both seemed to notice him for the first time and took a step back simultaneously.
Sherlock, had a look, as if he was a cat caught with a bird in his mouth.
They both stared at the outline of John in the darkened doorway, wordlessly.
Sherlock looked him up and down in the dim light, and noticed the long forgotten gun hanging down from one hand.
"John… Um… Ms. Adler was just relaying information; that is to say…" Sherlock frowned and looked at the floor as he spoke.
John noticed the stutter; Sherlock only stuttered in moments of extreme mental stress. Sherlock rarely has moments of extreme mental stress.
More curious.
John stepped in graciously. "Ms. Adler, alive I see… oh…, nice suit; Sherlock, tea?"
Ms. Adler recovered and walked over to John putting one hand on his chest, and kissed his cheek, lingering a little longer than needed.
Neither noticed the flash in Sherlock's eyes.
"John," she said, "You look well. Tea would be lovely." She walked away toward the kitchen leaving a trail of her soft scent. The flip of a light switch could be heard and the soft glow of a nearby light filtered into the bedroom illuminating it more.
"Coming Sherlock?" Ms. Adler's voice trailed softly, almost sweetly.
Sherlock both glared in the direction of her voice and let out a huff of frustration but then followed after retrieving a manila envelope.
John let out a sigh; of all the things he envisioned, this certainly was not one.
"Well," John said quietly to himself, at least she had clothes on this time. Images flooded John's mind.
"Don't be a div," John told himself, as he shook his head, he needed to clear his mind of the images. Although he admitted, he was not in a particular hurry to do so.
John walked back to his room to secure his gun and get his dressing gown. Second thought, he might as well get dressed. And, it was time for a shower, cold.