AN: hihi! i told you i could never stick this once a week thing... plus we have almost four hundred views already! *applause*

so chapter three!

disclaimer:

K: you arent getting it out of me.

E: (whispers) just say it! they'll kill us if we dont

K: they're bluffing.

E: they're not! they've got the rights.

K: then you say it.

E: i cant. it's your AN!

K: fine! whatever it doesnt matter anyway! we're not the owners! :'(

John sat across from Silie.

He stared at her.

She seemed to be far away.

Planning like Sherlock always did.

Her eyes were stunning. A lovely icy blue.

She was blonde, but John didn't mind, though he didn't like blonde usually.

He liked Silie.

Her name was funny too. It sounded like a joke. It was pronounced Silly.

John found that normal for the Holmes family though. Weird names.

She always wore cute things too. Today she was in a blue sundress, and her long, black, leather, and spiked boots. Her leather jacket was over her chair.

"What are you thinking about?" John just continued to stare, transfixed by her eyes.

"Nothing important. Doesn't matter. John -" She stared at John. She could no longer do this; the war was coming and she couldn't sit here in the muggle world just to entertain this muggle man. Yes, it was fun, but this was war. There would be time for fun after the war.

How, though, to explain that to John?

She didn't want to hurt him; she rather liked this muggle. But, then again, if his expressions were anything to go by, so did her half brother.

"John I think its time we took a break," she tried. " I like you and I think your SPLENDID in bed, but I just need some time to consider some things and I think so do you."

John looked confused. "What do you think I need to think about? If this is about you being related to Sher-"

"No, John, it isn't that, it's just..."

John waited for her to continue, and he was convinced she would have, but she got a phone call... which she answered.

"Eilis! Get Here Now!" Sherlock's voice rang through the phone loud enough for John and the people at the next table over to hear.

Silie's face was deep red. She tried not to look at John.

"Why did he call you Eilis, Silie?"

John stared at her for a moment. Eilis did not want to answer.

Why had Sherlock called now when he knew she was out with John?

"Check!" Eilis called to the waiter. "John, I'll explain later. Until then I would like you to think about your relationships. You don't really want me. I'm no go for you."

She grabbed her jacket, paid and then rushed out of the restaurant.

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next chappy preview is up! hahha! we loveth you all muchly! (i'm in a strange mood today.)

**Kiera**