I don't know what I did but Sherlock doesn't seem to want to talk about it.
I just woke up in a glass cell, holding Sherlock. He's okay. We are all okay.
I look at him, in the car. It's too late to go to school, but Harry takes us home.
"Won't your parents worry. About you, I mean." I ask him
"I don't think so. They are used to me running off. Not coming home for days. Mycroft will worry, or at least he would. I think he has other things on his mind." Sherlock smirks and waits for me to ask the question
"Okay. What other things?"
"A special someone..."
"Oh you mean Greg."
"I have no idea why he thought we didn't know about them."
We laugh, and Harry looks at us through the car mirror with a smile. I rest my hand on Sherlock's leg.
"So, I think you should go home tonight, though." I tell him
"Fine. But you can't make me stay away forever." He says
"Trust me, I'm not trying to." my smile slowly fades
He puts his arm around me and I rest my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes. I inhale, and the smell of cigarettes still courses through my lungs. I don't care though. He won't die today. He won't die. I'm can be the doctor to save him, my love.
The car stops and I groggily sit up, Harry is practically already out of the car. The sun stings my eyes as I slam the car door closed. I stand for a minute, making a mental note to water the flowers sometimes. A hand grips my waist and I am pulled upwards, I panic, only to land in Sherlock's arms. He nuzzles my neck and I just smile. He is so annoying sometimes. He lets me down carefully and kisses my cheek, "Till tomorrow, my little angry hedgehog man."
I punch him on the shoulder and he laughs, holding the aching shoulder and running down the street to his house. I turn to Harry.
"Well?"
"He's a keeper."
"Thanks, Harry. I kinda already knew that."
She shrugs and opens up the front door. Going in and leaving her keys and coat on the sofa immediately. I walk over to the fridge and pull it open. Nothing.
"Harry, I thought I told you to go grocery shopping yesterday!"
"I forgot!"
I sigh in frustration "Oh I should have known. You always do!" I run upstairs to my computer and pull up AIM. Who's on...
James Moriarty is: online
Why do I have Jim in my contacts?
"Hey Johnny boy, how's your boyfriend doing?"
He just IMed me. How does he do that I never added him as a contact.
"Alright... 0_0"
"Oh, calm down. No need to use emoticons."
"How did you get me as a contact.
"You are really clueless aren't you. I wonder why Sherlock chose you. You are so, ordinary, well I guess that's adorable."
"Why don't you stop being an asshole."
"Oh! Johnny getting a temper?"
I close the IM. Why can't Moriarty just shut up. He is so obnoxious.
