His Doctor~

Chapter 37

Sorry, sorry again! I had some computer issues and I'm still working through them. I hope you can forgive me as I give you this fluffy, extra long chapter :) (sorry for some strong language, i thought since is was original dialouge I would keep it) Please review and forgive me!

Chapter 38

Jo-Ann walked up the stairs of 221B like nothing ever happened, the journal in hand. Sure, she had a small bandage on her forehead, some mild burns here and there, but she was out of the hospital. How could she not feel well? However, reaching the landing in front of the flat, she realized she didn’t need her key. It was wide open, and she could hear rustling and clanging in the kitchen. Readying herself, Jo-Ann quietly entered.

Her steps remained quiet and virtually un-detectable. She didn’t let herself get worked up, just in case it was Mrs. Hudson or Marius. But it couldn’t hurt to be cautious.

However, she let out a relieved sigh when she entered the kitchen.

“Sherlock.” She caught his attention. The detective quickly looked to her, holding random chemistry equipment and beakers in a box.

“Jo-Ann…” he said in surprise and suddenly felt nervous. “I was… gathering some of my… belongings.” Sherlock explained, setting the filled box on the kitchen table. Jo-Ann breathed with a smile, to Sherlock’s surprise once again. He glanced down and saw the journal. His nervousness only increased as he instantly tried to stay busy. “I see you read it.” He noted casually while gathering more supplies.

“Oh.” Jo-Ann realized she was still holding it and quickly went to set it down. “Y-Yeah, I did. I assumed you left it, so… It was…” she began, but found the words slipping back down her throat. Sherlock pretended not to care and blew some dust from his microscope. He went to pick it up, but the doctor interjected.

“Sherlock… you don’t have to take that.” She put her hand up slightly like she was trying to stop him. The detective glanced up at her with mild confusion. “I mean… you can keep it here… if you like.” Jo-Ann offered. Sherlock rose an eyebrow at her unexpected behavior and tried not to get excited in a way. This meant he was allowed to visit, right?

“A-And, if you want…” Jo-Ann began, her courage rapidly fleeing her body and her words becoming lost. “We… you… you can stay here, Sherlock.” She invited, awkwardly shifting in her stance. Her original “I forgive you and I want to be with you forever just never do that again” never left her mind and came out as a meek request. Sherlock froze as soon the words let her mouth. Was she… forgiving him? Even if it was only a little bit?

“… very well.” He answered, and began unpacking the box. “Thank you.”

“So about that jour-” Jo-Ann began as casually as she could, until Mrs. Hudson’s voice sounded from downstairs.

“Sherlock! There’s a man here for you!” the landlady chirped. Jo-Ann didn’t bother wondering why someone knew he was there or who it was. It was so strangely familiar, she didn’t notice. Sherlock grimaced like he remembered something painful, or a forgotten responsibility.

The man timidly walked through the door, smiling with hands politely behind his hands. He had pure white and wavy hair, smoothed back yet looking soft. His eyes were a dark blue and firmly set with little wrinkles at the corners. Jo-Ann got a friendly vibe from the way he dressed and stood, but wondered if he was a client.

“William! Good to see you again.” The old man greeted. The doctor raised an eyebrow and looked behind here, searching for “William”. Her eyes settled on Sherlock, however, and the clearly annoyed look on his face.