Best Friends

Sherlock: "The Ticking Ben"

 November 16th 2016

  Victoria was practically breathless by the time she reached the top of the stairs. She looked behind her and saw that her companions were still falling behind. She knew they would take their fucking time, so she went ahead without them. She glanced around the topfloor of Big Ben. 

  Soon enough, Victoria heard a series of voices and followed them. She immediately saw Hemlock as he was surrounded by Sherlock and John. It had been a while since she seen the show, but it was nothing compared to witnessing the real thing in front of you. They were standing right there in all their british glory. It was surprising that Hemlock wasn't starstrucked.

  But Victoria just tossed all that glory aside because despite Sherlock and John being people that Victoria loved, they also just took her best friend and that's a no-no. Its also Hemlock's fault because he's like Princess Peach from Mario and apparently just lets himself get captured every fucking time. Victoria stomped up to Hemlock and yanked his hair.

   "Ow," Hemlock had yelped at the sharp pain coming from the deathgrip that Victoria had on his hair.

  "Jackass, why do you let people just grab you."

  "It makes for an adventure," he whined back as he rubbed his scalp.

  Victoria shook her head in disappointment but before she could bring the short idiot into a hug to apologize for her rudeness, Hemlock grabbed her and tossed her over the railing. Where she proceeded to scream until she realized that she was still on the level. It had caught her by surprise and she felt relief then anger shake her body.

  Anger burned through her eyes. "You LITTLE shit!"

  "I was just testing it out my experiment!"

  "And if it didn't work?"

  "I never really thought about that part, but Sherlock did the same to John and he's fine!" Hemlock pointed towards the pissed off, disgruntled blond. Sherlock was currently nursing a bruised and bloodied cheekbone.

  Victoria felt the urge to give Hemlock the exact treatment, but withheld. "What exactly was that?"

  "Apparently this floor has some sort of magic/extraterrestrials stuff that if you jump off it sends you straight back to where you were. Must've been useful when mechanics working on the Big Ben would fall off."

  Victoria looked over the railing, she pulled her phone out of her pocket and tossed it. She heard a clunk and saw her phone on the floor beside her feet. Sherlock and Hemlock raised their eyebrows at the simple and smart thing that Victoria had done.

   "Did any of you test the theory with objects." The two locks looked embarrassed while Victoria held a glare. "That would have been more convenient then tossing your friends over the fucking edge."

  John laughed and shook Victoria's hand. "Nice to meet someone with common sense. Those jackasses think they are the smart ones, yet can't think of something as simple as a pen or phone to toss over." Victoria leaned against the railing and started chatting up John. They were having a good laugh about whatever they were talking about.

  Hemlock scooted away from Victoria and started whispering to Sherlock who kinda had to bend his knees a little to listen to the redhead. Sherlock nodded and whispered back, "On the third tap."