Certainly Stubborn Sherlock Fanfiction

Certainly Stubborn

  John had finally gotten Sherlock out of the house, and out to get something to eat, as the food in their flat had depleted by now. John surely did need to go to the store; but for now, they would get something to eat here, and head back to the apartment and Sherlock could continue his experiments and whatever else he was up to.

       They had just ordered their food and gotten settled and comfortable in the booth they had selected when a girl passed by the window, stopped in her tracks and stared at the back of the two men's heads. She stared for a moment longer before hurrying inside and shyly walking up to the table. "Uhm... Hi!" She shifted in place and brushed a bit of her straight red hair behind her ear. "Do you have a moment, Mr. Holmes...?" She hesitated for a moment before glancing at John. "A-And Mr. Watson, of course."

       While John felt just a bit insulted that he was a last minute addition to her statement, he was more focused on who this girl could be. People who approached usually ended up being bad news. Sherlock had barely lifted his head to view the girl as he stared at her with a bored expression. "I'm sorry who are you?" John asked, shaking his head in confusion.  

      "Oh! I'm sorry, right, right! I'm Kelsi!" She introduced rather nervously. "I'm a big fan of Mr. Holmes. I've been following your blog religiously for quite some time now, Mr. Watson." She gave a small smile. Sherlock sighed and raised an eyebrow. "And what is it you expect me to do about that?" He stated bluntly. "Oh, uhm..." She shifted in place again, looking at her feet. "There's obviously something you want to ask me, an autograph, most likely. I don't sign things. It's a waste of time." Sherlock blinked at her, growing even less amused. "Oh, no, no. I didn't want an autograph. I've just heard you could tell a persons life story, basically, from just having a good look at them. I-If it's not too much trouble.... Could you show me? Could you deduce something about me?" She asked, a hopeful gleam in her hazel eyes. 

      "You don't want that, trust me." John chimed in. "No, no I do! I know I do. I always have. Please, Mr. Holmes if it's not too much trouble!" She nodded quickly. "No." Sherlock stated simply. "It's a waste of my time and effort. You can leave now."

      With her eyes changing from a hopeful gleam to a disappointed droop, Kelsi gave a slight nod. "I understand. Sorry to bother you two." She waved and quietly went on her way.

 After the meal, John and Sherlock headed home. John went to bed, as it was rather late, and Sherlock did who knows what for the rest of the night.

   When morning came, John trudged down the stairs sleepily, heading into the kitchen. He stopped in his tracks when he saw a familiar face sitting there, looking around. "Oh! Uh. Hello there, Mr. Watson. Is Mr. Holmes here?" She asked. "Uhm." John looked around. "How did you get in here? Why are you here?" He asked. "Oh, Mrs. Hudson let me in. I asked for Sherlock and she said that neither of you were up yet. She told me to just wait for you." She explained.

    "How--- How did you know where we live?" John asked. She rolled her eyes. "It's only everywhere on the internet these days. People have to find you if they want Sherlock's skill, you know?" John slowly nodded and turned to see Sherlock emerging from his room. "Uhm. Sherlock." John said, gesturing toward Kelsi. Sherlock gave an unamused stare at her for a moment before passing her up and moving straight to the coffee machine without a single word.

     "Oh. Good morning, Mr. Holmes." She gave a friendly smile. "Stop calling me that." He scoffed. "What?" " 'Mr. Holmes'. It's so formal. That's for clients." He stated, leaning against the counter. "And you're not here to ask me to solve a mystery or find something you lost, are you?"

        "Uh. No sir--- I mean... No." She replied. "Hm. Yes. Well, what are you here for, then?" He asked, even though he knew already. "I... uh..." She hesitated, looking around for a moment. "Uhm.... I just... wanted a picture with you... Sorry to bother you at home." She looked down, pulling out her camera phone. Sherlock walked over, grabbed the phone, took a 'selfie' of both of them, not even flashing a smile and handed it back to her. "Alright, if that's what you needed, then on with you." He said blandly. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but closed it and walked away.