Royalty

Chapter 35: Naah ... You're Ordinary

(A/N:

Well if it isn't the consequences of my own actions.

And if it isn't me, apologizing again.

For not updating for ages.

Again.

Again again.

Excuses are no longer worth the trouble, but what I can say is that show choir is over, jazz band is over, and after this weekend with solo/ensemble recital and all state speech, my extracurriculars will have dulled to musical practice and I'm praying I'll be able to write more. I haven't actually even written anything since I last posted.

This chapter is a little shorter, but I will be working to get the next one out ASAP, which (hopefully), I'm setting a deadline for myself of in the next week (Though, knowing my unpredictability, that could flex a lot.

I'm so sorry, curse me if you desire to, but I should be writing more (never realized how much it helped my stress)

As always, I hope you enjoy.

:)

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Astra's POV

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"Up! We're going to Henry's house," Sherlock said, yanking the comforter off of me. I took a deep breath so I wouldn't kill him. Once again -- I challenge you to find a more annoying alarm clock than Sherlock Holmes.

I glanced up at him with narrowed eyes. "You're smiling. Why are you smiling, you don't smile."

"I have my reasons, are you done being lovesick?"

I flushed and sat up. "Yes, everything's fine now."

"Good, so you can focus. Get up."

"Why ..."

"Because we're going to Henry's house. Are you deaf?"

"I meant why are we going to Henry's house, you prick."

"Because we are -- I think I know why we saw the hound."

"What, you think we were drugged? There was a lot of funky fog around that Hollow –"

"No, no. There's no aerosol dispersal drug that advanced. I think it must have been ingested. I have a few ideas, but come on. Henry should be awake by now."

"And John?" I grumbled, forcing myself out of bed and combing my fingers through my hair. Sherlock's demeanor stutters slightly, just a little. It's the same thing that happens when I catch James having emotions.

"We'll catch up with him later," he says shortly.

"Where is he?"

"We had a disagreement."

"What happened?"

"We're going to Henry's house."

(A/N: Being an author is realizing that every one of those last five lines starts with a W and wanting to edit it just so it doesn't look like that, despite the fact that not one of the words is the same. *sigh*)

"No. Sit down," I said firmly. "What happened?"

"Nothing happened, can we just go? It might surprise you, but it's a little bit important that we –"

"Sit your ass down, Sherlock."

His eyes narrow and he huffs out a sigh, but sits down in the chair at the room's desk. "Why does it matter? He and I squabble all the time, yes? Let's go –"
"Sherlock, I'm still pissed at you for accusing me of sleeping with Moriarty and acting like your normal bastard self, so. Just humor me. What happened?"