The Unexpected (A SuperWhoLock Fanfiction)

Fourteen: Shadow Creature

Fourteen: Shadow Creature

"Hi, honey. How you holding up?"

I twirled a piece of my hair around my index finger, my other hands splitting the blinds to peek outside. I couldn't tell my father about Charles, not without explaining the rest of my strange predicament.

"I hope Charles is making good company while we're away."

"Yeah," I replied, almost breathlessly.

It was nice to hear from him. I only wished that I was in a better state of mind to fully appreciate it. Downstairs was a proper mess, I could hear my guests constructing new barriers and block-aids as if I were in the middle of it all. It caused concern that my father might also hear it on the other line, despite me being locked away in their bedroom.

"How's mom?"

"Your mother and I are fine. We're due to take off any moment."

I scrunched my brows, "Take off? You're on your way back?"

For a moment, my heart sank into my stomach. My only relief was my father's groan, "This trip is going to take longer than expected, I'm afraid. They want us in Paris for an undisclosed amount of time."

"Oh."

"Your mother is reminding me you an adult now and can take care of yourself," he chuckled. "Sorry, but I guess dad's never stop worrying. I love you, and I'll call you as soon as we land."

"Okay. I love y--"

Before I could finish, the line clicked. I pulled the telephone away from my ear slowly, scrutinizing the object. It wasn't like my father to hang up so quickly, and the only explanation I could come up with was that the connection was lost. Still, I was sure that he had heard my reply, and I could rest easy knowing that they would be gone a little while longer. It was a blessing in disguise, really.

My thoughts quickly reeled back to the previous night. Moriaty made a quick exit after Sherlock shot him in the arm. It was bizarre to see him scurry off when usually is had some grand, flashy escape planned. He'd obviously expected all of us to still be shaking in our shoes, that Sherlock may have been so flabbergasted by what he saw (or rather didn't see) to be quick enough to pull the trigger.

When I left my parents room, I startled myself by slamming the door behind me. My arm had moved so fast, and I was short of breath. With a scrunch of my brows I realized that I literally couldn't recall walking out in the first place. I hung up the phone, stared at the window for a few seconds longer and then... Nothing.

I felt ill, my chest tight and I was alarmed at how suddenly it came on.

Out of curiosity, I turned the knob and poked my head back inside the bedroom. Nothing seemed amiss, the phone placed back on the night-stand, the bed and John's cot were made and, besides a few of Sherlock and John's things laying around, it was relatively clean.

I slowly pulled the door closed, staring at it's wooden frame to further ponder why I felt so queasy.

At that moment, a hand clapped over my shoulder and I jolted with a squeal. I whirled around, back pressed against the door and stared at Sam with widened lids.

He raised his hands in front of him, "It's just me."

I exhaled sharply, slapping my hand over my heart, "You scared me."

"Sorry. Guess I should have expected you to be a little jumpy after last night. You, uh... Talk to your folks?"

"Yeah, I did."