His Doctor~

Chapter 39

Chapter 39

“Sherlock, please, I beg of you. You can take over at the interval.” Mycroft pleaded over the phone, something very rare to occur.

“Oh, I’m sorry Brother dear, but you made a promise. Nothing I can do to help.” The detective explained, fixing his suit in the mirror.

“But you don’t understand the pain of it, the horror.” The older Holmes whispered.

“I am sure that you can make it through one showing of Les Mis.” Sherlock finished and ended the call before more could be said. Jo-Ann approached the bedroom door, giving a light knock.

“Come on, you’ll have to go down. They’ll want the story.” She smiled. Sherlock let his eyes wander the room before he responded.

“In a minute.” He answered and slowly walked past her, running a hand down the hall. It took a moment for the doctor to realize what he was doing, and when she did, the most delightful sensation grew in her chest.

“You’re happy to be back… aren’t you? Back in 221B.” she crossed her arms and leaned on the door frame. Sherlock glanced back at her a little while scanning the hall for every detail he could find.

“What gave it away?” he smiled back at her before walking on into the living room. Jo-Ann shook her head and followed after him, the sound of Mrs. Hudson chatting away and the clanging of champagne glasses reaching her ears.

“Oh, I’m really pleased, Marius.” The landlady chirped. “Have you taught a class yet?”

“Well not yet, I start next month.” The tutor, now also full time Professor, replied. He had accepted a new job at a private school, one that looked quiet promising.

“Cheers, Mar. Hope it goes well for you.” Lestrade raised his glass a bit from across the room. Jo-Ann grabbed a drink for herself and smiled both men. Sherlock causally looked out the window, seeing all the reporters waiting to see the long missed detective. It had been a whole day since the incident, why did they still care?

“Oh, Sherlock! You are coming to the wedding, right?” Marius asked. Sherlock raised an eyebrow, not remembering such an event.

“Who’s wedding?”

“Janine’s. You haven’t met her but Jo-Ann was invited so I assumed you would go as well.” Marius explained. Jo-Ann rolled her eyes and took another sip of her champagne, knowing he wouldn’t want to go and not mentioning it because of that.

“Mmm, weddings… Not really my thing.” Sherlock smiled a little and went back to looking out the window. Marius shook his head but left it at that, interrupted by the knock on the door.

“Oh, hi Molly! Come in!” Jo-Ann grinned, but was a little surprised to see the guest she brought.

“Hi!” She waved and tugged a young man in after her. “Everyone, this is Tom! Tom, this is everyone.” Molly giggled.

“Hello.” Tom greeted with a smile. Jo-Ann had the same goofy look on her face as she looked him up and down. Tall, curly dark hair, defined cheekbones, long coat, scarf and dress shoes. Why, the only thing that differentiated him from Sherlock was some of his face and length of his hair. “It’s really nice to meet you all.”

“Wow. Yeah, hi, I’m Jo-Ann.” the doctor shook his hand, although a little scared. Everyone else said their hellos but were all essentially thinking the same thing asshe was.

“Ready?” Sherlock asked his doctor, not noticing the new guests.

“Ready.” Jo-Ann replied but watched for his reaction. The detective walked towards the door, but stopped when he finally looked up and saw the man in his way. His face went from passive to confused in record time, and he glanced towards Jo-Ann for explanation while Lestrade offered the couple champagne. The doctor sealed her mouth in an almost straight line and tilted her head a little, just as confused as he was but telling him to be polite none the less. Sherlock shook Tom’s hand and briefly walked past him and out the door. Jo-Ann took one last glance at Molly’s date, thought about it for a bit, got a chill, and followed after her detective, grabbing her coat off the hook.