Bad Blood

Chapter Two

As the weeks went on, Adalyn spent more and more time upstairs, especially with John. She walked everywhere to try to get a feel for central London. And after awhile she got used to living in the muggy basement. On one of her lazier days, she woke to her phone going off like crazy. She sighed rolling to the side and grabbing her incredibly bright phone screen.

Lunch?
-JW

Adalyn smiled to herself before responding with a quick reply.

Sure
-AB

Not a minute after lying back down her phone buzzed again, but it wasn't John.

Want another clue, sissy? Get close to Sherlock and get me his weaknesses. XO
-JM

Adalyn paled. She had only been at Baker Street for 3 weeks, but John and even Sherlock was more of a family than Jim had ever been and she had the bruises and scars to prove it. Without hesitation, Adalyn block Jim and deleted the message before rolling out of bed and getting ready.

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Just as every morning, Adalyn walked up the stairs and straight to the kitchen as usual. At this point she doesn't need to look to know Sherlock is sitting in his chair, thinking probably. Following her normal routine she went to the cabinets to begin making coffee. She needed the caffeine.

As she brewed a pot, Adalyn could feel Sherlock's piercing stare. "You see me every morning Sherlock. Why are you so intrigued today?" The comment only made him squint his eyes at her when she turned to face him. Adalyn grinned; she enjoyed bugging him. "John and I are going out to lunch today. If you want, you are welcome to come."

Sherlock sighed getting up and grabbing his violin. "I don't think John would like me interrupting his date."

Adalyn just chuckled to herself. She had the feeling John liked her. Well that and she could tell his pulse would elevate and his pupils would dilate when she was with him. "I do not consider it a date, Lock."

"I'm sure he does," Sherlock retorted, pulling up his bow.

"Then he would be mistaken. John is lovely but..." Adalyn waved her hand in the air at a loss for words.

"I see," was all Sherlock said back.

Adalyn smiled to herself again and poured the coffee in a cup. She walked over to the couch and sat down intensely staring at Sherlock, waiting for him to play. When the bow and the strings made contact, Adalyn felt herself smile. She loved it, the violin. Especially when Sherlock played it. He continued to moved the bow up and down along the strings and Adalyn eyes followed his every move. She wished she played. She tried to absorb all the knowledge she could just by watching him.

"It's rude to stare," Sherlock whispered after he abruptly finished the piece.

Adalyn smirked. "I love the violin."

Sherlock looked down quickly before placing the violin back on his shoulder and lifted the bow up. "You don't play."

Adalyn laughed," Wow. Excellent deduction, Lock," she teased.

Sherlock laughed, like actually laughed, "I meant do you want to know how to play?"

Adalyn almost dropped to the floor out of shock. Was Sherlock Holmes being nice to her? Was he offering to teach her something? "I would love to learn to play violin."

Sherlock, as if hesitant, slowly said, "Come here."

Adalyn smile was hard to contain. She was actually excited to learn something from the consulting detective.

When she got to the window where he was standing, he delicately placed the violin on her shoulder and handed her the bow. "This is how you hold the bow," he said as he repositioned her fingers. It wasn't very comfortable but she was sure it'd be muscle memory soon. And then he began listing off string names. Lucky for her Adalyn followed. After about an hour of violin lessons, Adalyn could, kind of grossly, play one of Sherlock's easiest songs. But, in her defense, she didn't have to ask him for help in remembering how to do something. Impressed may have been the word for what Sherlock was feeling.

After the, somewhat intense, violin lesson, the pair sat on the couch and talked. Adalyn let Sherlock ramble on about several cases and a few he solved before John moved in. She knew if she tried small talk it would end awkwardly. To be fair to him, she didn't really like it either.

Adalyn actually surprised herself when she realized she enjoyed his company. Sure, he was annoying and rude and goes on and on about murder, but she had no room to judge. Her brother was a psychopath. After Sherlock seemed to be taking a break in his story, Adalyn tried to interject as quickly as possible. "Sherlock?" He hummed in acknowledgment. Adalyn got up from the sofa and walked around his chair to the bookshelf. "Can I borrow one?"

"They aren't fictional or fascinating. At least to your taste. Purely educational," Sherlock said in a monotone voice. She got the feeling he was trying to challenge her intelligence.

"Perfect. I'm not one for fictional novels though a book is a book. What about this one?" Adalyn asked as she pulled a dusty, black-covered book off of the shelf. "The Pelopennesian War?" She questioned as she turned her head toward. All she got for a response was a raised eyebrow from Mr. Cheekbones. Adalyn gave him one of her signature smirks before sitting proudly in his chair.

She knew he was annoyed but he didn't say anything as she began to flip through the old book. She didn't get far, however, before John started to come down the stairs. Sherlock quickly got up from the couch and went to the kitchen. Adalyn grinned as she peered over her book watching him.

She chuckled slightly at the fact she had annoyed him before placing the book down and walking up to John. "Good morning."

John smiled at her while he straightened his shirt. "Morning. Are you ready?" Adalyn nodded as she grabbed her coat, John doing the same. "Alright let's go."

She smiled before calling out, "Goodbye, Lock!"

A/N Sorry this is so short the next few aren't. I have several chapters already typed but I may upload another today or tomorrow because it's so short. Thanks for ready, loves!

~cloakoflevitation