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I was sad that Irene Adler 'died'. Personally I didn't believe it, she is just so unpredictable that you just can't believe she's dead. I was drinking coffee at Speedy's planning to talk Sherlock because I wanted to see his imput on the whole Adler thing. I finish the warm drink, and walk out into the cold London sidewalk, the air still filled with Christmas spirit. I see John walking , so I follow him. A black car pulls up to him, and I grab onto his arm. He turns around fast.
"Oh! You scared the hell out of me." I laugh, then nod my head to the car.
"Mycroft?" John nods. I open the car door, and sit with him inside. Light snow falling down from the sky, barely any compared to my usual Canadian weather.
A tiny snowflake floats through the window, and lands on my nose. I rub it off, causing it to melt and leave the cold water on my nose. I look back at john who was looking out the window.
"Why do you think Mycroft wants to speak to you?" I ask politely, the kiss Mycroft and I shared still swirling at the back of my mind.
"Probably a case he needs Sherlock's help for, but needs me to help coax Sherlock to help with." John waves dismissively.
"But doesn't it bother you that he's using you?" I ask concerned. John just breathes in deeply.
The shadow of the strong street lights causing a nice silhouette on his face. The streets unknown even to me, causing my eyebrows to furrow.
"It doesn't bother me... It is annoying how I'm the one who gets caught up in their fights though." I smile and look out at the street lights again. Orange and buzzing, without any other cars in the street. I see one person walking every once in awhile, a local walking home from a long day of work I suppose.
I start texting Mycroft, confused at the long drive.
Mycroft... Why is this taking so long? -Isis
What do you mean Isis?- MH
You ARE the one who initiated this right?-Isis
Isis stop talking in riddles. What are you talking about?-MH
Nevermind Mycroft.. Have a nice christmas-Isis
Yes, we already said our 'happy Christmas' to eachother..-MH
I look up, and the car stops. I open the car door, and I help John out. He mumbles a quick thanks and we walk around. I text Sherlock the adress (which I remember Davidson saying how good of a sniper he'd be in this whole abandoned building). I close my phone and follow john.
"He's sad. I don't know why." John says aloud. I see her, Irene Adler, smirking at John. When she sees me her face faulters slightly. John stops walking and looks her over.
"Your supposed to be dead." John states.
"Surprise." She says amused at John. I push John and walk up to her.
"How dare you?" I am now so close, our noses are touching.
"What do you mean?" She asks innocently. I slap her so hard, her face turns to the other side.
"Made me mourn over a body I thought was yours. How rude can you be? We were friends Irene Adler." She looks down.
"How did you do it?" John asks still confused.
"The DNA files are as good as the man who wrote it."
"Oh?"
"I knew the man. Or at least, I knew what he liked."
I sigh.
"Tell Sherlock." She laughs out loud.
"He really doesn't care. I do remember texting him. 'Lets have dinner' 'hello' 'Hi' 'BBC Radio One go check it out' 'Hi' 'Dinner' " She says the texts she remembered.
"John I need you to get something from Sherlock." SHe says, showing her motives to us.
"Tell him your alive." She sighs and pulls out another phone.
"Hello Sherlock. Irene Adler here. Yes I'm alive." She sends it, and smiles at john. A loud moan rings out and I smirk, walking away to find sherlock quickly. I hear the low murmur of John and Irene, but chase sherlock who is running fast.
"How long?" I refer to the amount of time Sherlock was listening in.
"Long Enough."
"I didn't know.." I try. He turns to me.
"I know." I hug him tightly, and he doesn't respond.
"I should just kill everyone it'd be easier." Sherlock chuckles. We walk out together, and hail a cab. We go back to 221B Baker Street, and I crash on the couch, listening to Sherlock play the violin.
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Silence Will Fall (BBC Sherlock Fanfiction) ✔️
Fanfic"What will you do? Burn me?" He asks chuckling. I grab his neck and put my lips near his ear. I exhale making him shiver. "I will hang you with your own intestines. Goodbye." I let go staring into those dark eyes, waiting to hear the door close. I t...
