I woke up fairly late in the morning. At first, I didn't even know where I was for I always in a different bed, in a different room. With the new sheet of white snow on the ground, I understood that it was Christmas Day, and I was at the house of Sherlock's parents. To top all of that, I am there with my boss: Mycroft. Great. I smiled and laughed slightly at my train of thoughts. I yawned and stretched. It was time for me to get up, anyways. I jumped up and pulled out of my still packed suitcase dark blue jeans, warm socks, and a black turtleneck. I also found a red and green patterned sweater. I brushed my hair and teeth, tied my hair in a ponytail, and headed downstairs. Mrs. Holmes was frying eggs and cooking other delicacies for breakfast. Mr. Holmes, on the other hand, was sitting at the dining table and reading a newspaper. Both looked up as I entered and smiled.
"Good morning, Alice." Mr. Holmes greeted me with a wink.
"Hello, Mr. Holmes." I smiled at him politely after returning the wink.
"Alice, darling." Mrs. Holmes kissed my cheek. "Would you please get the boys ready for breakfast? They are at the living room." I nodded.
"Of course." I left the room and heading to the comfortable living room where Sherlock and Mycroft were arguing (what else is new?) about how best to deduce something. They were so absorbed in their conversation that they didn't see me. It took all of my effort to stifle my giggles.
"I'm telling you. Just because this hat has hair inside, doesn't mean that you can tell the whole history of a person!" Mycroft cried exasperatedly, flinging his hands in the air.
"That's because you see but you do not observe." Sherlock fired back at him.
"I admit, the age of the person and the physical appearance is obvious, but seriously! You don't even know the person."
"Because you are trying to look for the obvious things, those are such trivial matters. If you just look deeper—"
"Pfft." Mycroft snorted. "Look deeper? We all do, Sherlock, you're just too dim to notice."
"Uh-huh, sure."
"What about Alice?" Mycroft pressed, clearly not pleased by his younger brother's attitude. I felt my blood boil as I heard my name. Me? What about me?
"What about her?" I heard Sherlock, matching my thoughts. Sherlock raised his eyebrows at Mycroft.
"Well, apparently she is just so good at deducing even if she is normal, now, is she?"
"That's because she actually decides to observe. Unlike.... others. And she is not normal. I don't know what is it with her, but she's not your average woman." I frowned. I have been hearing this sort of thing from Sherlock quite often, so I subtly walked from behind Sherlock. Mycroft noticed me, but I signaled for him to be quiet because he saw me and began opening his mouth. He shut it and his grey eyes twinkled with amusement.
"And anyway, that's very childlike of you to compare yourself to—" At that moment, I covered his eyes. Mycroft hid his chuckle by taking a sip of coffee from his mug in front of him. "Who is—wait.... Paris Hilton Lotion...." Sherlock smiled. "Alice!" He attempted to sound threatening, but he was laughing. I withdrew my hands and set them around his neck.
"Hi." I grinned. Sherlock held onto my icy hands and kissed them.
"Merry Christmas, love." I looked up at Mycroft.
"G'morning, Mycroft." He nodded and smiled.
"Hello, Alice."
"Oh, and your mum told me to call you guys for breakfast."
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I'm Not Afraid (Sherlock BBC Fanfiction)
Fanfiction"I guess I'm not normal then." Sherlock scanned me up and down. "No. You're not. You are anything but normal, if I cannot read you, Alice Watson." -------------------------- Alice Watson was the polar opposite of the definition of ordinary. At leas...
