Chasing the tesseract

Chapter 52

A cool breeze whips against my jacket, the leather clinging to each curve of my body. My hers click against the cold concrete as I make my way down Baker St., my eyes fixed on the cracks in the path. People blur past me, their shoulders brushing against mine whilst they rush past me and towards work, not one of them stopping to apologize when they bump into me.

Nearing the end of the street, I look up from the ground as my eyes land upon two males stood in front of a large black door, the golden knocker on the front glistening in the sun. "Mr Holmes. Dr Watson." I nod, coming to a halt in front of the two of them. John's head whips around to face me before he offers me his hand.

"Will your friends be joining us or is it just you?" asks John as I take his outstretched hand in mine and shake it gently. Before I know it, I find a small smile creeping onto my face when I see Sherlocks eyes land on my face out of the corner of my eye.

"Just me I'm afraid." Stepping away from John, I hug my jacket tighter around my body, the temperature dropping whilst the wind blows faster. "They'll be finding somewhere else to stay." I announce, my eyes finding their way over to Sherlock who narrows his own at me.

Taking a deep breath, he shakes his head and rolls his eyes, turning his back on me as he chuckles to himself. "They don't trust us do they?" Another chuckle tears from his throat before his eyes meet mine again.

"More like they don't know you so don't want to risk being wrong to trust you." I explain, my tone soft and gentle. "Especially after they did that with me and now look at the mess we're in."

"That ex boyfriend of yours definitely doesn't trust me though does he?" Sherlock raises his eyebrows, the smirk on his face growing in size causing once to develop on my own as well.

"Stephen doesn't trust anyone so I wouldn't be worried by it." I shrug, turning my attention to the crack on the pavement, sending a small stone flying across the floor and over to Sherlocks feet. He quickly glances down, glaring at the stone as though it's about to explode in his face.

"He trusted you though." Sherlock concludes, my eyes lifting up from the ground slowly as I swallow hard. My nose begins to tingle, blinking rapidly as my eyes begin to become wet. "Clearly a lot."

"And he learnt his lesson." I whisper, swallowing hard as I close my eyes against the world, the pools of water overflowing as a few tears drip from my eyelashes and onto my jacket, rolling down until it hits the floor. "Don't trust someone you've only just met."

"But you trusted him too. Did you not?" Sherlock asks as I turn my back on the two men, wiping my eyes with my hand as I sniff in. Taking a deep breath, I turn back to face them and force a smile.

"Look are we going inside or are we standing out here all day?" I asks, forcing my voice to be cheery. I bite the inside of my mouth in an attempt to hold back the tears.

"Dodging the topic. You're putting up walls." John concludes as I step closer to the two of them, my eyes narrow as I glare between them. I can already tell these two are going to a nightmare. Smiling to himself, John lifts his hand up, Sherlock lifting his own as he high fives him.

"I am not dodging the topic. I just don't want to talk about it with some strangers who like to believe they know everything about me when they haven't even scratched the surface yet." I hiss, pouting as I bite the inside of my lip. I hate people who think they know everything. They're so damn annoying.

"There go the walls." Sherlock mumbles, turning his attention to the door as I jab him hard in the ribs. Hinges creaking, the large black door in front of us opens to reveal a petit woman behind it. "Ah Mrs Hudson." Sherlock announces, briefly glancing towards me before stepping towards the old woman.