Sentiment {BBC Sherlock Fanfic}

Chapter 5: Can time heal all the wounds?

"So?"

He sat there elegantly, with his legs crossed and hands entwined together under his jaw, looking at his therapist who was pacing around the room with his hand on his waist.

"So?"Charles repeated what he said with high pitch, face covered with rage and worries." Alan Carlton Holmes, the most dangerous person in the world! What a good nickname you've got."

"Oh, finally telling something that is true." Sherlock shrugged and picked out the newspaper, continued reading it. Seemed like it didn't matter to him, well...

It truly not.

After all, he was a vampire.

What on earth could be more dangerous than him?

"SHERLOCK! I am serious and this isn't an occasion for banter." Charles exclaimed, grabbed the newspaper and threw it aside, forcing Sherlock to put his attention on him, which failed obviously. "Even if y/n, the well-known reporter saying you for that! And I strongly recommend you to apologi-

"Which I won't take any action of your suggestion."Sherlock said as he placed the cup on the table and started to touch Vicky, clearly annoyed Charles who seemed to be exploded in any second."Sherlock! If you see in some way that I'm concerning about you!" Charles said, finally got his attention for a period of time which was probably the longest time Charles has got Sherlock's attention. Sherlock fixed his eyes on him for a little moment before replied him, his gaze almost softened but still managed to stay cold, not to reveal a single emotion. "Well, it proved that you shouldn't."

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Sherlock's P.O.V.

"Sherlock! If you see in some way that I'm concerning about you!" He exclaimed which made me staying shocked for a moment. Not shock actually, just... deep in thought. Concerning about me. That what he has just said seriously, let me know that he meant it, from the bottom of his heart.

He is my friend.Indeed.

That's why he shouldn't.

No one should ever concern about me.

"Well, it proved that you shouldn't."I smiled, looking to Charles who tightened his jaw.

How sarcastic is this moment.

It's worth it. And it's good for both of us.

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Y/N's P.O.V.

Okay, actually what the hell is happening?

"Ask him for an interview."

That's what my dad said and ordered me to do.

AN.INTERVIEW. with that BASTARD.

I shut the cab's door loudly as I can, try to calm down the anger inside my body that is burning fiercely. Do the interview with the great Sherlock Holmes that died a century years ago? It's all hearsay!

Oh, GOD!!!

Where is their BRAIN!?

And how am I suppose to do the interview with him? I called him bastard last month and posted that he is the most dangerous person in the world! So am I going to be that shameless, thick-skinned person to ask him to do the interview?

Oh hell, YES!

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'Why?'