John and Calvin were having some ice cream in the kitchen when they heard a 'thump' from Sherlock's room. They glanced at each other, finishing their latest spoonfuls of chocolate quickly before heading in.
Sherlock was sprawled on the ground, still drugged out of his mind as he failed at pulling himself to his feet.
"You okay?" John asked, wiping his mouth of chocolate.
"How did I get here?" the detective demanded, dazed, from the floor.
"Well, I don't suppose you remember much. You weren't making a lot of sense." John told him. Calvin stood behind him, peering over his shoulder. "Oh, I should warn you, I think Lestrade filmed you on his phone." Calvin smirked, Lestrade had indeed filmed some of Sherlock's strange drug-induced rants. It was funnier than those on meds after having their wisdom teeth pulled. John took a few steps into the room.
"Where is she?" Sherlock demanded, struggling to his feet.
"Where is who? Calvin? She's right here." John gestured backwards with his head and Calvin gave a little wave.
"No, no, not her. The woman. That woman." Sherlock tried to clarify, stumbling about the room in a daze.
"What woman?"
"The evil woman!"
"Oh, come now, Sherlock. She's not evil." Calvin said, taking a few quick steps forward to duck under Sherlock's arm to support him. He was having a tough time keeping on his feet. He tried to push her away, but realized that he needed her to stand.
"The woman woman!" Sherlock said, raising his voice.
"Oh, Irene Adler." John said, finally understanding. "She got away. Nobody saw her." He glanced at Calvin, just a hint of an accusing glint in his eye. She pursed her lips but didn't defend herself. Sherlock detached himself from Calvin and stumbled to the window.
"She wasn't here, Sherlock." John assured him, frowning. Sherlock tripped over his own feet and went crashing to the ground before Calvin could catch him. She had to stifle her laughter as she and John pulled him to his feet once more.
"No, no, no, no." John scolded, tossing him back onto the bed diagonally. "Back to bed. You'll be fine in the morning, just sleep." Calvin pulled up the sheet to cover Sherlock.
"Of course I'll be fine, I am fine." Sherlock insisted, voice dazed. "I'm absolutely fine."
John snickered. "Yes. You're great. We'll be here if you need us."
"Why would I need you two."
Calvin smiled. "No reason at all." John said, closing the door and allowing his flatmate to sleep once more.
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The next morning, they were visited by Mycroft during breakfast time. Mrs. Hudson was puttering around the kitchen, simply insisting that she cook them breakfast and that Calvin should relax.
And relax she did. She was having a grand old time watching the two brothers argue in that strange little way. That, coupled with a delicious cup of tea and honey pecan pancakes, made this a very good morning for Calvin.
"A disgrace, you sending your little brother into danger like that." Mrs. Hudson was saying, setting down another plate of bacon for Calvin. She immediately began nibbling on the end of one, pondering the thought of Sherlock ever being 'little'. "Family is all we have in the end, Mycroft Holmes."
"Oh, shut up, Mrs. Hudson." Mycroft said with a mocking smile. All three of the adults at the table looked up sharply at his words.
"Mycroft!" Sherlock and John exclaimed together. The older Holmes glanced around at all the faces turned at him, ending with Calvin's stone-cold eyes as she stared up at him icily with a piece of bacon stopping just short of her mouth.
"Apologies."
The world seemed to thrust back into motion, with Mrs. Hudson bustling around again and Calvin continuing to chew. "Thank you." Mrs. Hudson sighed, heading to the kitchen for the kettle.
"Though do, in fact, shut up." Sherlock called after her, turning the page in his newspaper. Calvin glanced up at him with amusement. His phone went off once more, the erotic sigh of a woman entering their ears again. Calvin leaned her cheek on her hand, looking at Sherlock. She'd already guessed the owner of the voice, but couldn't figure out how she'd changed her text tone. She noted the coat Sherlock had given Irene the day before that was hanging over the side of the couch haphazardly.
"Oh, it's a bit rude, that noise, isn't it?" Mrs. Hudson sighed from the kitchen. Calvin ignored some of the conversation until Mycroft walked out of the room, phone to his ear. Her eyes followed him before snapping back to John when he addressed the elephant in the room.
"Why's your phone make that noise?"
Sherlock looked at him, feigning ignorance. "What noise?"
"That noise, the noise it just made."
"That's... It means I've got a text." he said, turning back to his paper.
"Your texts don't usually make that noise." John pointed out.
"Well, somebody got ahold of the phone and apparently as a joke, personalized their text alert noise." Sherlock explained with a sigh, still not looking up from his paper. John noted the female-sounding tone and turned his eyes to Calvin.
Before he could even ask the question, Calvin glanced up and murmured, "No, John." She was paying more attention to dipping the edge of her wheat toast into the yolk of her eggs. The phone went off again, only for Sherlock to check the text and set the phone back down without a reply.
"Would you turn that phone down a bit?" Mrs. Hudson asked, coming back into the room. "At my time of life, it's..." she trailed off, pursing her lips at Sherlock. The table was silent for a moment, except for Calvin's chewing and Sherlock's flipping of his newspaper.
"I'm wondering who - besides Calvin - could have got hold of your phone because it would have been in your coat, wouldn't it?" John stated, with a bit of an accusatory tone. Sherlock lifted his paper higher to block John's view of his face. Calvin chuckled under her breath, finishing her tea.
"I'll leave you to your deductions." Sherlock sighed.
John smiled, leaning over the table to read over his own paper. "I'm not stupid, you know."
"Where do you get that idea?"
Mycroft came back in, ending his phone call, and proceeded to tell Sherlock that he would have nothing more to do with Irene Adler. Sherlock ended the conversation by picking up his violin and playing a tune.
"Good morning, Miss. Baker." Mycroft said, nodding his head in 'good-bye'. Calvin waved at him with the hand that wasn't supporting her cheek and he made his leave without saying good-bye to anyone else in the room.
"Mycroft's taken a liking to you." Sherlock noted accusingly over the sound of the violin in his hands. Calvin looked up with curiosity.
"Oh?"
"Hm, yes. Possibly because you don't sass him."
Calvin thought back to her first encounter with Mycroft Holmes, in which she thoroughly sassed him. "Hmm... no. Maybe because I keep you in line?" she teased.
Sherlock scoffed at that, his tune becoming a bit faster. "No." he snapped, turning his back to the table and changing tunes dramatically. John smiled across the table at Calvin.
"Well, I'm taking Jeannette Christmas shopping today, so I'd better be off." John told them, standing from his chair. "Thank you for breakfast, Mrs. Hudson. I'll see you all tonight, then?"
Calvin nodded and waved to him as he grabbed his coat and headed down the stairs. The cold chill crept up the stairs after John opened the door to leave, reminding Calvin how fast December was going. No snow, yet, but there were only ten days until Christmas. She had to start thinking about presents.
She vaguely heard Mrs. Hudson tell Sherlock that she was going to the market, but was too lost in her Christmas thoughts to answer. She'd always liked to give presents. Give, not receive. She liked to pick a perfect gift and see the look on the receiver's face a whole lot more than she liked opening her own presents. Since money was not an issue for her, she decided a new laptop for John with a fingerprint lock on it to keep Sherlock out. The detective would find a way to unlock it, of course, but he needed a new laptop, anyway.
Mrs. Hudson would receive a new oven. She'd been complaining for a while about the condition of the one she had now. Two down. Mrs. Hudson had mentioned that Molly would be coming over Christmas Eve, so Molly would need something as well. Not knowing her very well, Calvin decided that she'd ask what she would like. She opened her mouth to ask, but when she focused her eyes she noticed that Sherlock was sitting very close to her.
Startled, Calvin flinched. "What?" she demanded, staring back at him.
"What are you thinking about?"
She gave him a bemused look. "You know, I just can't get my mind off that kiss. It's like I'm a lovesick teenager." she teased, and Sherlock gave her an irritated look. "I'm thinking about Christmas presents. What would Molly like?"
"What... why? Molly doesn't need anything." he dismissed.
Calvin cocked her head. "I plan on getting all of you presents." she informed him. "I suppose I'll ask John. He'll know." She stood up, heading for the staircase to go down to her flat. She felt like painting some more today. Sherlock stood up and followed her.
"You plan on buying me a present?" he asked. Calvin stopped by the doorway and looked back at him with a smile.
"Of course I'm going to get you a present, Sherlock." she answered earnestly.
"I'm not going to get you anything." he told her bluntly. She laughed and shook her head.
"That's not the point, idiot." She descended the stairs and stopped at the foot of them when she heard Sherlock's footsteps following her again.
"Were you really thinking about me kissing you?" he asked her now, and she cocked her head in amusement.
"No, Sherlock, it's not exactly a priority." Calvin explained, grinning up at him. "You are quite talented, I give you that. I wouldn't be adverse to another... purely for experimental reasons, of course." She winked teasingly and turned to head towards her flat.
To her surprise, Sherlock grabbed her shoulders and pressed his lips against hers. She stumbled back with the force and found herself caught between the wall next to the door and Sherlock's body. His hands slid down to hold her waist and hers slid up into his hair. It felt exactly as it looked, soft and bouncy and perfect. Once again, it ended abruptly with Sherlock pressing two fingers into her pulse point, but this time he checked his pulse as well.
"What was that?"
Seeming dissatisfied by something, Sherlock frowned and headed back up the stairs. "Collecting data." he offered as some sort of explanation. As soon as Calvin lost sight of him, violin music drifted down the staircase.
Calvin rolled her eyes, and pushed off the wall to saunter into her flat, the latest of her paintings still resting in it's easel. It was strange; her own flat felt so foreign to her since John insisted that she spend most of her time with them. It was like all of her fear of Moriarty was summed up into the space that was her flat. It felt violated and it just didn't feel like home anymore. The flat above hers did, however.
You should probably wash out your mouth. -JM
The text came up on her phone as soon as her brush hit the canvas. Calvin narrowed her eyes and glanced around the flat. It was quiet, everything exactly how it had been yesterday when she was down here painting. She replaced her phone in her pocket and turned on the television for background noise.
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Lalalalalala
Not a very exciting chapter, but a cute one, at least. There will be maybe two more chapters before the Christmas part, and I am excited as hell for the Christmas part because... well I'm going to blow your mind. BLOW YOUR MIND. So much shit is going to go down.
Oh, by the way, this fanfic may change to the M Rating eventually soooooo yeah. I'll put warnings up for ya'll who aren't comfortable with the sexy times. I should say 'people under thirteen shouldn't read it' but I was like 11 when I started reading smutty fanfiction so who am I kidding
Anyway, not much to talk about this week. Nine days until my next Con and I'm so excited. I also have a shitton of AP homework to get done but instead sit here writing fanfiction. Damn the man!
Okay so thanks ya'll for your continued support and kind words. I adore you all! Lemme know what you thought of this chapter, and I'll see you again soon!
Jess