Fracture: A BBC Sherlock Fanfiction

Chapter 5

Chapter 5: My Date is Crashed – Literally

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Dad snorted as I traipsed down the stairs into the kitchen, humming softly. “You look spiffy,” he said, and then he shook his head. “Can’t believe you’re going on a date…”

“Better believe it, Dad, ‘cause it’s happening. Could you give me a lift to the theatre?” I asked, examining my reflection in a large silver spoon that had been left out on the counter. I ran my tongue over my teeth to ascertain that I’d brushed them. Minty flavor still resided. Good.

Dad stood, stretched his arms, and flung the newspaper he’d been reading back on the table.

Nodding my head towards the paper, I asked, “Anything good?”

“Nah,” he said. “But there was a new development in those murder cases – apparently some busted surveillance cameras were found a few blocks away. Guess they’re from the scene of the murder.”

“Hmm,” I murmured as I picked a stray thread off my sweater. “Can I go get in the car?”

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Hannah was waiting for me at the cinema, all smiles and sunshine. A soda cup was clutched in her hand and when she saw me, she waved me over.

“Hi,” I said breathlessly.

Her face flushed scarlet. “Hey.”

“So.”

“Yeah.”

“Should we –”

“– tickets?”

There was a brief pause and then we both burst into giggles simultaneously.

“Sorry, I’ve never gone on a real date before,” Hannah said. “I guess I’m sort of… nervous.”

“Same.” Kicking the concrete, I swiftly added, “Though it’s a privilege to go on my first date with you, Hannah Elliot.

She nudged me playfully. “You’re quite the gentleman, aren’t you, Liam Watson?” We started walking towards the ticket booth. “Anyways, what do you want to see?”

“Um, well, I –” But I was abruptly cut off by an all-too familiar squealing.

“Hannah!” Elizabeth Tirmoary cried loudly, shoving her way in between us and throwing her arms around Hannah.

“Lizzie!” Hannah said. “I didn’t expect to see you here. Are you with someone?”

“That would be me,” another voice interrupted. It wasElizabeth’s twin brother, Eamon.

I mentally groaned.

Okay, let me make something very clear: I really, really despised the two. Dunno why. But they gave me the creeps.

This would certainly be a night to remember.

“Eamon and I were going to see Mastermind: 3D,”Elizabeth said, curling her arm around Hannah’s elbow. “You and Will should totally see it with us.”

“My name is Liam,” I mumbled, but everyone ignored me.

“That sounds like so much fun,” Hannah gushed. “What do you think, Liam?” Her eyes were big and pleading.

Dammit.

“Yeah,” I said weakly. “Sure.”

“Fabulous!” Eamon said, plunking down a credit card on the ticket counter. “I’ll pay.”