Irene woke up and found Sherlock sitting on the edge of the bed. He had his hands cupped under his chin and had his eyes closed.
She crawled over to him and placed her hands on his shoulders. He jumped and looked at her over his shoulder. His eyes were filled with tears. He put his face in his hands and started to sob.
"It's not your fault," Irene encouraged.
She glanced over at Viola's body slumped in a chair near the door.
"What are we going to do?" Sherlock mumbled, still with his face in his hands.
Irene didn't respond because, really, she had no clue.
She looked down at their thrashed clothing.
"Come on, maybe a shower will calm you down," she said, wanting to lighten the mood.
"Irene," Sherlock murmured as he pulled his face out of his hands, "Last night, when.....it....happened, I felt something."
"It's called emotions, Mr. Holmes," Irene said, shaking her head.
"No, it didn't feel like that. I know what emotions feel like, I've-" he glanced at her. "No, never mind that. But I felt it in my head, not my heart."
"Well, how am I supposed to know?" Irene answered.
Sherlock shook his head.
* * *
Sherlock didn't feel like taking a shower together much to Irene's disappointment. So, while she was, he attempted to call John, but it wasn't John's voice who answered.
As you probably noticed, this is not the person you expected to pick up. If you are anyone besides someone associated with Sherlock Holmes, I kindly advise you to hang up and run. Now, if you are, never try this number again or anyone else's number associated with Sherlock Holmes. You will be out if luck. Yours Truly, Merissa Moriarty.
Sherlock hung up the phone.
"For God's sake," he exclaimed.
He heard Irene get out of the shower and walked towards the bathroom.
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A Viola's Song
FanfictionViola Holmes has always wondered if her life was supposed to be like this. Her father is the famous Sherlock Holmes who never has time for her (except for cases) and her mother, Irene Adler, left her when she was very young. Solving cases, fighting...
