Heyyyyy guys. It's been two years. Yikes. I did not mean to be away this long. Truth be told though, it has not been a great two years and I just couldn't bring myself to write. I have been struggling with a lot of things in my personal life so a lot of my interests just sat on the back burner. I am also going to be undergoing a very serious surgery at the beginning of November and I want to get out as many chapter as I can before that. I'm hoping I will still feel up to writing while recovering too.
Anyway...here we go!
A quick thank you Ariane DeVere for her amazing transcripts of each episode, all of us writers would be lost without you!
Standard disclaimer applies-All main characters, plots to Conan Doyle, Gatiss and Moffat respectively except for Caitlin. She is mine. (:
Enjoy!
A couple of months had passed and things had resumed to normal at 221 B Baker Street. A steady stream of people were constantly coming and going from the flat, some leaving quite quickly when Sherlock deemed their case 'boring' or 'stupid.'
The passing time had also helped Caitlin to heal more. She had continued to go to her support group meetings and had also found a wonderful therapist. There were certain aspects of what had happened to her several months ago that she still couldn't talk about but she was assured that that was normal after going through such a traumatic experience. Many of her scars had healed, some of them fading faster than others. There was one however that she still could not face. Caitlin wouldn't even stand in front of a mirror unless it was covered. The message that had been carved into her side. Moriarty. She felt dirty having his name forever etched into her skin. Sherlock knew about it, he had after all been the one to find her. She never let him see it though.
Having just gotten out of the bath, Caitlin quickly dried off before beginning to get dressed. Closing her eyes with a small shudder Caitlin quickly applied the scar cream over the message on her skin. The medicated cream had done wonders for her other smaller scars. But for this one, she had little faith. Pulling on the rest of her clothes after she finished the application, Caitlin brushed her hair before wrapping the damp strands into a bun. After she secured her hair at the base of her neck Caitlin opened the door that lead to Sherlock's room. Well...she supposed it was hers as well by now. Walking in, she dumped her dirty clothes into the laundry hamper before heading out to the kitchen. Seeing John sitting at the table in the living room typing away and Sherlock in his chair reading the paper Caitlin went about making herself a cup of tea. As she set the water to boil and heard the continuous clicking of John typing she knew it wouldn't be long until...
"What are you typing?"
Huffing in amusement at Sherlock's question Caitlin opened the cabinet to retrieve her mug, her smile widening as she heard John's answer.
"Blog."
"About?"
"Us."
"You mean me."
At that an actual giggle escaped Caitlin as the water came to a boil. Looking up at the sound Sherlock stood and began to make his way towards the kitchen when John asked
"Why?"
Caitlin had just placed a teabag in her cup, about to add the boiling water when she felt Sherlock standing behind her. As she filled her cup Sherlock's arms circled her waist. Drawing her back toward him slightly he huffed.
"Well you're typing a lot."
Setting the kettle back down Caitlin smiled when she felt Sherlock's arms tighten just a little. Her breath caught for a moment when she felt his lips brush against the skin of her neck.
"Something funny?"
Letting her tea steep, Caitlin turned her head slightly until her lips were just a few inches from his. A teasing grin crossed her lips as she murmured back.
"Maybe."
Just as he was about to close the small gap between them the ringing of the doorbell captured Sherlock's attention. Chuckling, Caitlin lightly kissed him before stepping out of his embrace. Brushing a stray curl back from his forehead she lightly nudged Sherlock toward the front door.
"Go on then."
Smiling at her, Sherlock went back into the living room and turned towards the front door.
"Right then. So, what have we got?"
