The Fortuitous Attraction

Setiment

I don't have to explain myself for leaving so abruptly. Sherlock could care less where I go. When I finally emerged from my room to get my jacket I found him lying there on the couch, his hands steepled under his chin. He hadn't even opened his eyes to acknowledge my presence.

I wonder if I should have told him where I was going, or at the very least that I left the flat...

No. He doesn't care where I go, he didn't even want to eat in the same room with me this morning.

I hugged my sister's dark coat tighter to me as I trudged my way through the icy streets of London till I found a taxi.

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Sherlock's POV

I sprint through the doors of my mind palace, there has to be at least one here about women. Pupils dilated - love but her eyes were not dilated! Pulse quickening but when I carried her to bed her heart rate didn't speed up, however she was asleep then.

She hasn't said anything about that insedent so it must have been because she was unconscious. Did she even realize that she fell asleep on the couch and woke up in her bloody bed?

"Women!" I shout as I spring off the couch in a blinding rage. Momentarily considering firing another round into my wall.

I was half expecting Jane to charge down here and scream Men! in return, when I remembered she snuck out of the flat an hour ago to go God knows where to do God knows what with God knows who.

I messed up my hair in frustration and started pacing. She kissed me twice now, every time her pupils weren't dilated so what the hell is that supposed to mean. She said it doesn't mean anything but what does that mean? Is she just saying that because I lose control of my composure every time she does? Why do I do that anyway? What happens to me when she kisses me?

I get light headed and my heart rate speeds up, and I lose focus in my eyes making me feel disoriented.

What if I'm comming down with something?

What if she gave me some kind of illness with all her horribly alarming kissing?

That has to be it. There's no other explanation.

When the pain in my head was too much to bear, I did the fifth thing I could think of and picked up the phone to call John.

"You never call me." He answered on the third ring, utterly confused. He didn't  bother with a hello, so I didn't waste time with such pleasantries.

"I belive I am ill." I began with the most serious tone I could muster in my state of confusion and fury.

"You think your ill." He repeated me, in that tone of his. That tone.

"That is what I said John, get a better bloody phone." I gritted between my teeth.

"Sherlock." He growled, making it known he was fed up with my attitude and that I needed to stop. I tried my best, non-homicidal voice.

"Do American's spread deseses?" I heard an eruption of laughter on the other line as I said this.

"Jane did not give you a sickness, Sherlock." He chortled. He didn't understand!

"When she kisses me I get disoriented and light headed and really hot. I might be running a fever." I say as I place my cold palm to my face. John was silent, there wasn't even the sound of movement.

"John?" I asked to make sure he wasn't asleep. He shouldn't be, it was 4 in the afternoon.

"She kisses you-"

"She said it doesn't mean anything but John stay on track ple-"

"Let me finish," He growled, silencing me on the spot, "She kisses you... and you let her?" This accusation sends words spewing out of my mouth with quick explanations and questions.

"It's not like I expect it to happen, but that is what really gets me, the suddenness of it all. She has only done it twice on the nose and cheek, and says it doesn't mean anything. She just does it to get a rouse out of me. John keep on track now. Do you think I came down with a desese or illness that will wear off soon? Because I can't stand this." I huff as I slump into my chair. I could hear him restrain from laughter.

"Well, you can't get a desese from kissing on the nose and cheek. The fact that she's American has nothing to do with it. However I do believe you have come down with something. " I start rubbing my temples and brace myself for, whatever.

"Yes?"

"Setiment." He snickers as I chuckle to myself.

"What the actual hell John." I groaned. To think, I have setiment. A stupid conclusion.

"Face it Sherlock you're falling, hard." He teased as I scoffed at his idiocy.

"Don't be stupid."

"Where is she now?" a twinge of irritation struck me as a small part of me desperately wanted to know where she was.

"Who bloody knows." I grumbled, running a hand down my face and letting out a big sigh.

"Ooohh somebody sounds jealous." He giggled. Groaning dramatically and slumping further in my chair I just about had it.

"I'm going to hang up." I advise standing up and stuffing my hand in my pocket.

"How about I ask her to join Mary and I for dinner tonight at Angelo's?"

"What would that do?" I retorted, not following.

"So we can get a feel for Jane, what she likes, dislikes,  why she came to London, I'll even ask where she was today to put your mind at rest." He reasured. Pondering this, I started to pace while scratching my head. It does sound apealing.

"I could find out what she thinks about you too, you Casanova."

"The movie reference is a bit weak John." I did not like my sudden nervousness. I started rubbing the back of my neck to stop my fidgeting.

"Sound like a plan?"

"Fine. Find what you can and get back to me right after."

"Yah, you don't have setiment." He joked and hung up. I threw the phone on the couch and huffed over to my violin, not knowing what notes I was hitting as I blindly played, just lost in thought of what has happened to me. 

Did I really have setiment? Is this good?