Sherlock

Arpenter Et Courir

We walked back to the flat, I brought a to-go box with noodles and teriyaki chicken, we were bumping into each other, or well, I was bumping against Sherlock and he would push me away

“Okay okay,” I said trying to stop laughing “What about worst nightmare you've had”

“Worst nightmare that I've had…... I had to go to a comic con convention and dressed up as sailor moon” I stopped, laughing so hard I almost dropped my noodles

“Oh no,” I closed my eyes trying to get breath in, which created what my signature laughter, a weird gasping noise as I tried not to die “oh no I am so sorry you had to hear my laugh,”

“What about it”

“It sounds like I'm dying”

“If that's how you imagine dying sounds than you are very much incorrect, I find it nice” I looked up at him

“Nicest thing anyone has said to me” we continued down the sidewalk, it was getting dark out already, i looked at my phone “It just turned eight” he glanced around, he was no longer the amused, funny, normalish- I said ish,- guy, he looked serious, he picked up speed, he glances back at me and kept walking, I had I to keep up with him, “slow down” I said, already out of breath, he grabbed my arm and began running at full speed, it took everything in my being to not get dragged. His hand slipped from my arm and down into my hand.

“Run faster” he hissed back at me, but I was too busy trying to figure out why we were running, in doing this made me slower so sherlock stopped, picked me up and started sprinting almost as fast as before, in less than three minutes he was running me up the stairs to the flat, tossing me onto the couch and looking out the window, john stood up, alarmed

“What happened?” he asked looking over at me concerned

“I don't…” I looked over at Sherlock who was pacing back and forth occasionally glancing out the window, I let myself relax, breathing in and out heavily, after a few seconds I calmed myself and I stood up, determined to calm Sherlock down,

“I wouldnt-” john began,  I held my hand up to silence him, I walked up to sherlock who continued pacing like I wasn't there, I grabbed his shoulder

“Sherlock,” I said sternly but soft he turned towards me,

“What” he hissed

“What happened, you need to calm down, tell us what's wrong,”

“Nothing”

“You picked me up and ran with me for two and a half miles in under three minutes unless your goal was to get some exercise, that wasn't nothing” he sighed and ruffled his curly black hair

“one of the men from” he looked at me “before, was following us, I wasn't very worried until he pulled a gun out, he was going to shoot,” he looked back through the window than continued pacing

“Sherlock pacing isn't going help, now sit down and calm down” he didn't listen and continued to pace so I tripped and before he fell pushed him into the chair “ Calm. Down.” he looked up at me, not the slightest bit pleased. He crossed his arms and looked away.

”you're a slow runner” he mumbled

“I have asthma and heart problems, I didn't want to die of lack of oxygen” he looked up at me

“So you much rather die from a bullet entering your skull,” he said quietly I groaned and fell into john's chair John stood up and looked out the window than walked to the doorway