Battle For The Crowns {A BBC Sherlock Fanfiction}

Chapter 7~ Snap, Crackle, and Pop

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<<<*>>> Brooklyn's PoV
"Sherlock, don't ever do that again." John said.
"I agree wholeheartedly." I mumbled.
Sherlock just glared at us and took a sip of his coffee. "But, we're not here to speak about my 'terrible jokes'." He said.
"No?" I asked, feigning confusion.
"No. Where were you all last night, Brooklyn?"
"Busy. Hey, have you ever noticed that your curtains are exactly 3 millimeters off?" I mused, trying to change the subject.
"Brooklyn." Sherlock said sternly.
"Or the fact that you have a spray-painted smiley face on your wall that's covered in bullet holes?" I asked again.
"Brooklyn. Jennings. Answer the question."
I sighed and looked at him, frustrated. "Nowhere! God!"
"I really doubt that's true.." He responded smoothly.
"Sherlock, shut up. Because right now, I'm about to stab your eyes out with my knives. Not literally John." I added, exasperated, looking at John's face.
Sherlock walked over to me, and hovered above me. I slowly stood up to close the height distance between us, even if it's only a few inches.
"I suggest you tell me, before I find out myself."
"What if I told you I couldn't tell you?"
"Since when do you care about rules, 'Commander Jennings?"
"Since one of my friend's life is put on a line." I responded.
He narrowed his eyes at me and searched mine for any clue or answer as to what I meant.
"Friend? You don't have 'friends'.. Friend?!" The detective asked incredulously, his voice deep.
"So what are you then?" I asked, my voice dangerously low.
"As far as I'm aware, we are now friends.. Since you've done something rather odd." He stated calmly.
"Oh yeah, what's that?" I asked.
"You've defended someone." Sherlock replied, matter of factly.
"Yeah, so?!" I shrieked in his face.
"It's not normal, Brooklyn!" He yelled back.
I could see John get up and leave awkwardly, to probably go and check on Ms. Hudson.
"I'm not normal!" I roared.
"I know!! AND THAT'S WHY I LIKE YOU!" He screamed.
<<<*>>>
I was back in my flat again, sitting on the floor with my back to the flat door, contemplating what in the hell just happened.
Basically, I woke up in Sherlock's bed, (not like that you weirdos), argued with Sherlock about being 'friends', he yelled he 'liked me', then I slapped him, and now 20 minutes later, he's banging on my door for an explanation.
All in all, he wants the case back, only 20 minutes after he dropped it. He's a child.
"BROOKLYN!!" Sherlock screamed from the flat door behind me.
"Yes, curly?" I asked back.
"Open the door so I can speak with you!" He exclaimed, a little calmer.
"No! You were rude."
"If I do recall correctly, you were the one who slapped me."
"Why are you here, Sherl?" I asked, exasperated.
He sighed and knocked again, whining like a three year old. "Brookie pleeeeease!"
"You are a child." I retorted strictly.
"Come on, Brooklyn. I'm here to.." You could hear the shudder in his voice, "apologize."
I giggled at the thought of that. Sherlock apologizing.
"What.. What are you doing?" He asked, hearing me.
I giggled a little harder, involuntarily.
He slid down the door to where he was directly behind me, and only a plank of wood separated us.
"Brooklyn, I'm sorry. Please let me in." He apologized.
I sighed and stood up slowly, straightening out my dress, that I still hadn't taken off.
I turned the door handle slowly, and peered out to see Sherlock.
He was standing there, his curly little head bowed.
"Sherlock..?" I asked, confused.
"Sorry." He mumbled and looked up, his eyes glistening.
There was a bright red mark on his right cheek from where I slapped him. As I looked closer, I suppose my nails caught him too, since there were little droplets of blood dotting his cheek in different places.
I winced and gently brought him inside the flat, and closed the door behind him.
"Sit down.." I mumbled, and went into the bathroom to get a washcloth. Second time today..