MARY
Maybe she hated Miss Adler, but the news of her death came as a blow. Dead. In Karachi. She almost regretted their argument.
She had watched John and Mycroft speak about her. They didn't seem upset by her death. They were worried about him, about Sherlock. Maybe he really had liked her.
She'd kept track on him after that. He seemed so innocent and happy. He didn't know she was dead.... oh, he'd be crushed if he found out. Mary was sure, despite how nonchalantly he acted, he missed her anyway. She noticed how the detective would take out her phone when he was alone and read through the texts she'd sent him.
One week after Irene's death, Mary got a text:
I'm not dead, don't worry.
It was from Irene. Mary was flabbergasted. She was about to text back, when she received another one:
He saved me. Sherlock. He saved me.
Mary sucked in a breath. She read the text again and again, trying to take in what had happened. She was now perched in her eyrie above Baker Street. She glanced down through the window, where Sherlock was sitting. He looked perfectly fine.
The devil, Mary thought, He knows she's alive but he doesn't tell anybody. Not even Mycroft.
Perhaps he does like her, after all.
Another text from Irene came through:
We're meeting up every month.
Mary sighed in disapproval. Another text from Irene:
Mary, I love him.
No more texts came through after that. Mary looked in at the detective inside 221B. She wasn't quite ready to forgive Irene yet, but she would do one thing: not kill Sherlock Holmes.
A/N: Sorry it's bit of a short update! Don't forget to vote and comment, because I love hearing you guy's feedback. And thanks to Oh_My_Deyes for making my epic front covers for the stories!
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Morstan and Adler
FanfictionWhen chance brings assassin Mary Morstan and scandal-mistress Irene Adler together, it inspires a whole lot of drama. Especially when both of them seem to have fallen in love with the enemy. Ties in with my other Adlock fanfics - so read them first...
