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Sherlock was not one for relationships. Ever. No exceptions.
Well...maybe one.
Melody Winters was the one person to turn the Consulting Detectives head, despite being just about the only one not intending to. So what happens when Melody...
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The day has finally come. Well, it's the next day, but for Sherlock, it feels like it's been years. Ever since he came to the realization that he would actually have to talk to Melody, he has been nervous ever since. It wasn't like him, but he also felt this excitement within him, knowing if everything went well, he may very well be looking at the....future Mrs Holmes? No, he thought. That's a bit too ambitious right now. Just take it easy. You've never even had a real girlfriend before, no real feelings, no experience with women at all.
Sherlock paced around the living room, muttering incoherent words of assurance to himself, while making sure he looked presentable in the golden framed mirror that hung on the wall. What he didn't see though, was John, standing in the doorway from the hall to the front room. He carried on as he had been, still not noticing the fact that he was being watched, too wrapped up in his own mind to observe.
Meanwhile, John was also in his own head, but thinking about the nervous wreck of a man in front of him. What has gotten into him?, he thought. He knew that if Sherlock was this nervous about his looks and this nervous just to go question some people, then something had to be up. In the end, John just decided to be upfront and ask him what was going on.
"Sherlock, are you okay, mate? You seem a bit on edge..." He trailed off when Sherlock looked up at him, broken from his little trance. He didn't know what kind of mood Sherlock was in, so he also didn't know how he would react to his questioning.
What he got, was a little surprising, but relieving, as it wasn't an angry, nor witty response. In a way, it was a little unnerving, as he'd rarely, if ever, seen this side of Sherlock. All he heard, was Sherlock answer softly, "It's nothing, I'm fine, really." He was looking down at his shoes, as if they were the most interesting thing in the world, and right now, to him, they were.
John most certainly was not convinced by this answer, but he left it, knowing that he was not going to get anywhere if he badgered him right now. But he swore to himself that he would find out what was going on in the mind of the detective.
Once they managed to get a cab, they rode down to the studio in silence. When they pulled up outside of the studio, John was waiting for Sherlock to jump out of the cab eagerly, pulling out his wallet ready to pay. But to John's surprise for what had to be the third time today, Sherlock pulled out his wallet and paid the cabbie before getting out gracefully and walking into the grand building.
"Going somewhere else, mate?" Asked the man in front of the steering wheel. John muttered a small decline, slowly getting out of the cab and closing the door behind him. If he didn't suspect anything was the matter before, he definitely would now. Sherlock never paid the cab. He was always so eager to get started, that he always made John do it.
As John catches up with Sherlock, he can see the nervousness start to come back, as Sherlock wrung his hands tightly. He was also breathing deeply, and biting the inside of his cheek. John was starting to get quite worried about his best friends behavior. He hoped that whatever was that was causing him to act like this was over soon, because it certainly wasn't reassuring that the man who never got nervous, was this on edge.
