The Intervention of Sherlock Holmes

Episode 2

'Sherlock, I am asking you again. Why were you in her bedroom? Fucking bedroom? And need I say that you were high?', John was yelling again. A pulse was throbbing in his neck, Sherlock was concerned that if John got any more angry it might burst. To pacify him a little, for his own safety, Sherlock thought he should start speaking.

'I don't know. I wanted to forget, so I smoked. Only a little. I honestly don't remember how and when I got here.' This ought to pacify him. Confessing he wanted to forget, would keep them busy for a while.
Because he did remember why he was here. Very explicitly. But to confess would be his greatest embarrassment. And anyone who knew Sherlock Holmes knew he never liked to be embarrassed. So, he kept his mouth shut and continued pacifying the situation.

'I honestly don't know what you were thinking. What if someone was here? What if someone Russian or Chinese gangster would have robbed you? We all know the connections Adler had to the underworld. This was reckless and dangerous. We didn't even know where you were for the better part of the night.' Mary said concerned.

Now, even Sherlock could not remember where he was and what had he done before making love to the woman's bed. This was turning out to be a case in itself. Sherlock looked around. The living room was as clean as she had left it that night. Suddenly an image of her flashed in Sherlock's mind. She was wearing his bathrobe, her hair wet and wavy rested on her shoulders. She was smiling down at him.

'Sherlock? Sherlock? Stop musing.' John brought him back to present.

This needs to stop. I can not keep thinking of her. She is gone, her chapter must end here. Sherlock thought to himself.

Oh! John was saying something to him. 'I asked, why were you in her bedroom?'

'And I already told you it must be a case. At this point, all this talk about last night is becoming redundant. You are just embarrassing yourselves now, repeatedly talking about it.'

'Is it so? Then why don't you explain where were you last night and what "case" you keep referring to?' John asked again.

'It was ah...it was about the lady who had her babies stolen, and then they turned up at her gate the very next day but somehow they were different.'

'So, you mean to say that Irene Adler is now trafficking babies? Is that so? Mary inquired.

'You never know what that woman was doing. She had her hands in a lot of shit. We can not really rule out the possibilities.' Sherlock replied very nonchalantly. Pretending it was not all made up and hoping the audience would buy it.

'Again, let me get this straight. The fact that you were lying on her bed, quoting Pablo Neruda, is not because you are in love with her but because you happen to investigate a case where you happen to think of her as a suspect?'

'Look, John, I do not know who this Pablo Neruda is that you speak of but yes, of course, I was investigating a case.'

'Alright, what about the texts then?' chipped in Molly. Who had stopped crying and now looked the most terrifying of them all.

Ah! Molly Hooper. Pertaining to the little details. What a tiresome morning! Sherlock thought.

'Texts? What texts?' Sherlock tried to pull a classic Sherlock move.
'Now, do you want us to read the rest of them?', threatened Mary.

Sherlock always admired Mary and her quick wit but at this precise time, if someone asked him what he wanted, his answer would be a dumb Mary. Because John, for all his doctor skills, was not as gifted when it came to wit and detective skills.

'Thank you, Mary!' Sherlock replied with his most sarcastic smile yet. 'The texts are nothing, an experiment you see. For if one day I really mess up, I wanted to prepare you people and of course, see how you would react. You guys did a splendid job, congratulations. Let's leave. I am done here.' And Sherlock left to retrieve his phone and leave this house for good.

'Can you believe this guy?' John was in a strange space between shocked and angry. Mary was just amused by Sherlock's quick refusal and Molly, well Molly smelled something fishy.

Therefore, it was on this day that Mary Watson and Molly Hooper decided that they would uncover the truth of Sherlock's feelings and get Sherlock to confess. But both were oblivious to each other's plan or the outcome would have been much more fun.

That night Sherlock had a strange dream. Now, Sherlock had had strange dreams nearly all his life, especially since the woman left but this dream was different because he had never before touched the woman in any of his dreams. He had screamed at her, cried for her, and even once saw her naked but usually, the dreams ended with him waking up with a weird erection or John's shouts. This time it was all very different. Maybe it was the aftermath of Sherlock's embarrassing lovemaking to the woman's bed, but whatever it was Sherlock was left shocked. And that ladies and gentlemen was something because the great Sherlock Holmes is never shocked, except for that one time, but that story is for later. For now, let's get back to the weird dream.

As the narrator of this dream, I must admit it is not for children. So, please proceed on your own risk. It all starts in the middle, as all weird dreams do. Sherlock sitting in a room full of bright red roses. As he looks up, he sees a mirror right in front and he notices he is naked. Beside him lies a woman, Sherlock's heart starts beating until he realizes the naked woman lying beside him is not the woman, but she is familiar. Then comes a startling recollection of the bright red hair, the woman is Molly Hooper.

Suddenly, the door slams open and the woman, the woman woman, comes barging in. She is dressed in his bathrobe, hair all wet and wavy but she is angry. 'How dare you?' she says. Too calmy for someone who is so angry. Sherlock is very scared. For what, he does not understand.

'I did not know, it was not you.' Sherlock replies. In a voice which is too strange and not his.

'You didn't know? You slept with someone and you don't know who that was?' comes a reply in a voice which sounds like his but wait, isn't it the woman saying this.
No, wait, the room starts spinning, and Sherlock's sees the woman in the bed which he knew to be Molly is actually the woman, Irene Adler and the man sitting beside her is not him but rather some stranger. And now he realizes, it is him who has barged into the room and it is Alder who has slept with someone else. Rage fills Sherlock like he has never experienced before. He walks towards the bed, she is smiling, Sherlock snatches her out of bed and kisses her. So hard, he has never kissed anyone like that before.

Before he knows, she is pulling him to the bed. In his head, he is thinking he should be mad at her but continues to kiss her and being pulled to the bed. And then her hand reaches his erection and Sherlock wakes up with a shock.

For a second, he doesn't realize where he is. He half hopes to fall back to sleep and finish the dream and the other half of him hopes never to sleep ever in his life. He looks down at the sheets and sees he has dirtied them. Which is also a first for Sherlock Holmes.

Standing up from the bed, there is only one thought in his head, that he needs to stop obsessing over her or actually, two thoughts. The other one being he needs to find her and fuck her hard.