Sherlocked (BBC Fanfiction)

Chapter 21 - Clarity

“Jordyn I’m bored.” – SH

“Are you still on your date?” – SH

“Borrrrrred.” – SH

“Have you taken your gun on the date?” – SH

“I know I said I didn’t like him but really.” – SH

“Lestrade is annoying me.” – SH

“I’ve found a mouse.” – SH

“A mouse?” – JW

“Yes Jordyn.  A small rodent.” – SH

“Come home or I’ll put it in the microwave.” – SH

“Jooooooordyn.” – SH

“Your date has a wife and he killed one of his cats when he was thirteen.” – SH

“UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES ARE YOU TO PUT THAT MOUSE IN THE MICROWAVE, DO YOU HEAR ME SHERLOCK HOLMES?” – JW

“Come back and the mouse lives.  I think it’s got fleas.” – SH

“What?” – JW

“Yes Jordyn, a wife.  Do catch up.” – SH

“How do you know?” – JW

“He has a band-shaped indent on his ring finger – too fresh for him to have removed a ring a long time ago – and he arrived at the flat today with finger shaped bruises around his wrist.  I saw when he took his jacket off; not domestic violence, don’t worry, they weren’t dark enough for that.  More along the lines of…interesting bedroom activities.” – SH

“Right, I’m making excuses when he comes back from the bathroom.” – JW

“Do hurry.  The mouse is struggling.  I put it in the blender for the time being.” – SH

“I’M IN A TAXI.  Don’t turn the blender on.” – JW

In a rush I flew up the steps to the building and practically kicked the door down.  Ripping the Lita boots off my aching feet I hurdled the stair case three steps at a time, my short, spiral curls bouncing in my eyes and my feet slipping in the uncomfortable panty hose as they bounded the steps.  As I ran down the hallway in a frenzy, praying, praying Sherlock hadn’t blended the mouse yet, I couldn’t help but feel a sort of gratitude toward him; Spencer Hall, the man who asked me out, was a beautiful person.  A truly beautiful person.  But awkward beyond belief.  He couldn’t keep a conversation going to save his life.  I couldn’t believe he asked me out in the library last weekend.  Before the divulgence of his societal ineptness, I had pictured this date going very, very differently.  I had even worn my favorite (and only) dress, a light blue bodycon dress with a black belt at the waist.  He had taken me to one of the most expensive restaurants in London and afterwards we had planned to ride the London Eye.  Maybe he’d kiss me?  I would never know.  And I don’t think I’ll ever be seeing Spencer again.  “My grandma needs my help.  Explosive diarrhea…it’s everywhere.”