Inconsistencies In Sentiments

Chapter 7

Brief summary on last night, they all tried to get along but failed miserably. The television was out of the question because Sherlock kept shouting at it. Games, well. Sherlock sucked at Cluedo, John sucked at Scrabble and (Y/N) was struggling to be patient them. Some time during the whole fiasco, Sherlock flipped the Cluedo board off the table in frustration.

When Sherlock woke up, he found (Y/N) on the couch, curled up in a ball under a checkered fleece blanket and fast asleep. He then had what a normal person calls a flashback.

'Ok, you've had your fun. Go home.' (Y/N) expressed a bit of sadness at least that was what he thought that was. John pulled him towards the kitchen. 'What was that for?'

'We can't just act like we're kicking her out.'

'I thought it as escorting her out but kicking her out sounds better.' John sighed but he can't argue now. There was someone else here too. 'Just be more gentle.' They walked of the kitchen to find her asleep.

Sherlock snapped out of it to notice the black sketchbook and blue pencil on the coffee table. He picked them up and took them to the kitchen. Sherlock poured himself a cup of tea and began to open the sketchbook when he heard the sofa springs squeak and the shifting of fabric. That means someone either sat on the couch or got up.

'Shit!' (Y/N) exclaimed before he heard the door open and slam shut. She must be in a hurry. He began to open the book. Rough sketches of pretty much anything she could find was in there. Birds, plants, buildings, people and.... guns? 'What's that?' John shifted into the kitchen, rubbing the sleepiness out of his eyes and letting out a yawn. 'The sketchbook I stole from (Y/N) this morning.'

'Oh, yeah?' He let out a another loud yawn as he poured himself a cup. Sherlock flipped through the pages slowly to take it all in and John glanced over his shoulder at the book before looking away to take a sip of tea. 'What's in it?'

'Just a bunch of random sketches.' Is was he would've had said before got to the middle of the book. This page was particularly dated on 2nd of January 2009. Her 28th birthday. This page was different with four finished sketches of three smiling men and the happiest self portrait of (Y/N) he could have a chance to see. Next to each of them were initials and a post it note on the center of the page that read TN of 2009.

TN. He thought of 100 possibilities of what TN would stand for but he doubted they were all correct. He closed the book and placed it beside him. 'Come on. Godfrey is probably waiting for us.'

'That's not his name.'

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(Y/N) rushed over to the Diogenes Club and stopped when the old butler stepped in front of her. 'Are you Ms. (L/N)?' He signed and you nodded, causing him to lead you to Mycroft's lounge. He was there, his back facing her as he was reading the newspaper and sipping his cup of morning tea. You bit your lip as the butler walked up to Mycroft and whispered something in his ear. He then proceeded to leave to attend the other gentlemen. 'Look, I'm sorry I'm late.'

He got up and turned around to greet her with a smile. 'It's fine. The helicopter is ready. Are you?' (Y/N) nodded a quick nod as he escorted her back outside and into the car. He sat in the driver's passenger's seat as the seat behind him was occupied by you. She felt her heart pounding against her chest in nervousness and genuine fear. 'Stay calm. Did you bring your violin?'

(Y/N) nodded but then realized he couldn't see her from where he was. Finally, the car stopped in front of a helipad in a military base she didn't recognize. The blades whirred violently as they took off. She glanced out at the clouds they were flying next to and that was when Mycroft realized how much he missed her. They finally landed on Sherrinford's shore and she scrambled off the helicopter to feel her oxfords squish the sand beneath them. The facility felt cold and somewhat familiar as she was lead to an elevator to take them to the underground cell. When it stopped and the doors opened, (Y/N) couldn't help but have a sickening gut feeling and tears start to fall down her cheeks.

Mycroft sat off to the side, watching as she took out the pure white violin. She started playing Sakura and the brunette picked up her own violin and turned to see her visitor, excepting to see her tall brother but saw a woman playing instead. She gasped in shock and dropped the violin back on the bed. Her.

'Hi, Eurus.'