To Be Like That Of A God

That Can Be Enough For Me

           

"Do you intend on explaining her to her why you cannot kiss her?" Victor wondered curiously, taking his first sip of his whiskey while Sherlock poured his own second glass.
"Oh well of course not, at least not until I know I can trust her. I saw that pesky reporter, Irene Adler, lingering about the wedding with her notebook. She seems fascinated with me Victor, I do not understand why. I am nothing but a man, nothing interesting happens around me." Sherlock insisted in a breath. Victor didn't want to correct him, of course, however he was quite sure that false weddings between unsuspecting rich girls and uninterested homosexuals didn't happen all that much. Maybe Sherlock was under the impression that it was an ever occurring theme?
"I'll keep her at bay the best I can." Victor assured. Sherlock nodded, sipping at his drink once more and frowning with a sudden realization.
"Does Molly assume she'll be sleeping in my bed tonight?" Sherlock asked in a frightened sort of voice, looking half ready to jump out of his chair, his hands poised on the arms and his feet planted on the carpet below.
"Well I assume..."
"We'll have to find a way. Oh surely there must be another way!" Sherlock insisted, jumping to his feet before falling immediately back into his chair in defeat. Evidently he realized that there was no logical reason he should insist upon her sleeping anywhere else, and unless he made a great big excuse about how his blankets might be infected with fainting diseases there was little to nothing he could do to ensure his own privacy from this point forward.
"My Lord, you are married." Victor pointed out reluctantly. Sherlock went white, shaking his head in disgust.
"Why did I assume that this marriage would only include a ring and some vows? Why did it never occur to me that she wanted to be in my life...forever?" Sherlock wondered in a small voice.
"You will adapt, not to worry Sherlock; soon you will grow accustomed to her invading your privacy, maybe you will even learn to tolerate a kiss." Victor assured with an optimistic smile. Sherlock growled, finishing off the rest of his whiskey in a great gulp and shaking his head in denial.
"Oh this is going to be a long, miserable stretch of life. From here until my death, Victor, I see her plaguing my every move. She will be like a shadow, and John will be the sun. His rays of love and affection shall never touch me, not again, as long as she stands in our way." Sherlock insisted in a sigh of disappointment, leaning heavily into his face and groaning loudly.
"I cannot believe such a thing Sherlock, for surely every cloudy day has a short lifespan." Victor insisted softly. Sherlock shook his head in denial, evidently trying to make this whole situation seem much more dramatic than it very obviously was. There was a simple solution for the thing he most craved, for all he needed for John to be with him again was a little bit of motivation and a lot of secrecy. All in all it wasn't too difficult of a feat, and yet it seemed as though Sherlock saw looking on it as some sort of colossal achievement. Surely he wasn't that oblivious?
"Not this one. This cloud will never leave my side." Sherlock insisted with a growl. Victor hummed in agreement, staring at the cold fireplace and the ashes strewn about the concreate below it.
"You do not think she'll fire me?" Victor wondered nervously, looking to Sherlock for reassurance all the while only plunging the mood even lower. Sherlock straightened up in his chair and set his empty glass aside, concentrating now as though there was a new topic on hand, one he had not considered before.
"Fire you?" Sherlock clarified timidly.
"Well yes, have you not seen the way she looks at me? Obviously she sees me as something of competition for your attention; she cannot stand having me around." Victor assured.
"Oh she is the most pretentious, ignorant woman I have ever..."
"Sherlock it's not her fault, for I feel the same way about her. It is our natural inclination to hate those the ones we love admire the most." Victor assured. Sherlock nodded, tapping his fingers thoughtfully against the leather armchair for a moment and frowning. Obviously he was thinking upon Victor's words and picking out the part of Victor's love, for he had accidently included it in his little statement. Obviously it wasn't a secret anymore, at least not between them, and yet the presence of such a hefty confession still weighed down upon their shoulders, reminding them of just why they should be just the slightest bit uncomfortable around each other.
"I will not let her fire you, and if she does, well then I'll simply divorce her and take you back. You mean more to me than she ever will, Victor I assure you of that." Sherlock said flatly, staring Victor in the eyes from where he sat, as though his own compliment to that statement would do anything to convince Victor of the fact. Victor took this, of course, as the upmost praise.  He had never known that Sherlock housed some sort of feelings back, other than of course, appreciation. Victor never knew that Sherlock valued his servant above most all other humans on this miserable earth. There was only one exception; however, one person above Victor on the totem pole of Sherlock's affections and that was, of course, John Watson. As much as Victor hated John right now, as much as he always would hate him, Victor was also coming to realize that he alone could not cheer Sherlock up in what he described as his infinite cloudy day. Of course it was only day one of his marriage, and yet it was evident to them both that this storm cloud was not going anywhere anytime soon. Molly was a stubborn woman, and obviously she would not let her newfound love go that easily, and as long as she was around Victor was quite sure that Sherlock would find no pleasure in his life anymore.
"That is very kind of you my Lord." Victor murmured, forcing a small smile before averting his eyes once more. Sherlock nodded, sighing heavily as though he thought that his compliment was not to be taken too wholeheartedly; however he seemed all together satisfied that Victor was at least happy enough to thank him for his words.
"I think I must go, Molly is surely expecting me soon enough and if I do not return I'm afraid she'll come looking." Sherlock admitted, getting to his feet suddenly and setting his empty glass on the arm of his chair for someone to deal with later. Victor set his glass down as well, however full it still was, and followed suit.
"What is there for her to find?" Victor asked curiously, wondering just what Sherlock thought he had to hide in a simple conversation.
"Authentic admiration." Sherlock murmured. "You best not follow." And with that he swept away, leaving Victor to stand in the sitting all alone, watching his master's retreating back, and wondering just what Molly's presence would change around here. Now he may be just a little bit overdramatic, but Victor was willing to bet that everything would change. It already was changing, was it not? The lack of privacy in their own home, tiptoeing around the new woman as though she were a bomb that was willing to go off if anything didn't go exactly her way, it was terrifying, enough to drive a man to insanity! In all reality no one around here knew how to deal with a woman, especially not one who had arrived simply on a whim, virtually uninvited had it not been for the expectations of men and women in this certain society. Even Mycroft was feeling the difference, everyone was on edge! And if Victor lost his job to that woman, if she willed him away and Sherlock complied, well then he would have nothing, nothing at all. Molly Hooper had the potential to take his very livelihood away from him, and at the moment it seemed as though she was willing to as well.