Don't Be...Dead

Bonus Chapter 1-Texts

John, come home. -SH

It's important. -SH

I want an answer, I asked you an hour and a half ago. -SH

I wasn’t home an hour and half ago! I’ve been at work all day!

Well then tell me now. -SH

Tell you what? You haven’t actually asked me anything!

Come home. -SH

I can’t just leave work!

You’re texting me back, it can’t be that important. -SH

If what you have to ask me is that important just text me the question.

No Reply

Sherlock?

No Reply

I placed my phone down on the desk with a sigh. Of course he couldn’t just tell me, no God forbid, that would be too easy. I swear, someday I would end up murdering that man.

I had one appointment left. The girl had dislocated her elbow a few weeks ago and was coming in to get her splint off. I removed the bandages holding it in place.

"So, what did you do to have this happen?"

The girl flushed a deep scarlet. "I was at my friend’s birthday party and we were playing hide and seek outside and it was dark. They called timeout because a bunch of them had to go to the bathroom or something stupid like that. I ran from my hiding place to meet them and tripped and fell and well-" She raised her arm up at the shoulder and gave me a sheepish smile.

"Did you cry?" I asked, carefully slipping her arm out of the splint and throwing it away. Her smile grew as I pitched it.

"No. They didn’t give me any pain medicine either. Apparently I had eaten too recently. Just popped it back in."

"Well aren’t you brave. I want you to work on moving your arm both at the joint and twisting it back and forth. Don’t put too much stress on it though, okay? Come back to see me in three weeks." She nodded and pulled the sling around her shoulder before turning to leave.

I packet up my stuff and grabbed my coat to leave. I ran out and hailed a taxi and soon arrived at 221B.

"Sherlock?" He didn’t move from his thinking spot. I sighed and hung my coat up. "You had something that you wanted to ask me," I prompted him.

"Yes."

I waited but he said nothing further. "Well? What is it?"

“What do you think about us?”

I swallowed “Us?” I repeated blankly. I hated conversations that started along those lines. They usually ended with my girlfriends dumping me, and I didn’t want to lose Sherlock.

“By heavens he echoes me…” he muttered. “Yes, us.”

“Well, I love you. You know that. You make me happy and I don’t want to lose you. I was under the impression that you felt the same.”

Sherlock nodded as if pleased by what I said. “And what do you think about marriage?”

“Marriage!” I choked and spluttered on my tea.

“This conversation was much easier the first time around,” he said under his breath.

“I wasn’t here the first time around,” I pointed out.

“Hardly my fault you weren’t listening… You never answered my question.”

“Are you asking?”

Sherlock pulled a box from his pocket. “Yes.”

“Then to answer you… Of course.”

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As promised, here is the first chapter. Oh, and to answer the question I'm sure you have, yes Becka, I did successfully slip myself into the story.

~Trisha