Childhood Heroes {Sherlock Fanfiction}

3 // The Geek Interpreter

Lillian's POV

"Advertising?!" Dr. Watson jumped on his seat after Sherlock made his conclusion.

"Their sales were going down and all they need is a publicity stunt to catch attention. Now, they need an ally. Chris has a huge subscriber count, perfect for the job. Kemp here would interact directly to Chris then all his other co-workers would do their job. Once it's done, Chris would share it, thousands would see it and they would be influenced as well."

"The company risked the guy's sanity to make money. Is it illegal though?" I turned to Sherlock.

"Technically, no."

"We should tell—"

"Done," Sherlock cuts Dr. Watson (that is so weird to write because it has double meanings). He laid his phone next to his laptop, looking at his friend.

"What's next then?"

"Lillian, what issues did you buy?" Sherlock asked.

I grabbed the paper bag and placed the issues on his desk.

"The highly recommended according to Chris's site and the newly published ones."

I laid the issues on his desk, separating the recommended and the new.

"Better start reading then." Sherlock smiled, patting my head. He headed to the kitchen without acknowledging my reply.

"Wait, what do you mean 'better start reading'?"

. . .

I spent the rest of the evening reading the graphic novels, some intrigued me like the Wolflady and The Myrtles. Dr. Watson joined me to only read one. I'd joined them for dinner in their flat, still reading. It was silent as we ate, well Sherlock's food wasn't even moved at the least.

I returned to my spot on the floor in front of the couch, opening a new issue. By eleven at night, I was on the last issue. I rested my head on my arm while reading the comic horizontally.

"Oh heavens above." I threw the last issue at the couch and knocked my head against the table.

"You alright there?" I heard Dr. Watson ask after hearing the harsh thud.

"No. My brain is full of inconsequential information—"

"It's not. We need a background info," Sherlock cuts again.

"Well I need to delete it asap. It took up a lot of space, I can't even remember what I had for breakfast."

"Yum yums," Dr. Watson answered.

"That's an expression. I would never forget yum yums," I groaned against the table. "Sherlock, I know you have a plan in mind already."

"I'll tell it tomorrow."

"Why not now?"

"Have patience."

"Have compassion. Sharing is caring," I countered.

"Tomorrow."

I sighed, slumping my shoulders. "Have you heard anything from my parents or Inspector Lestrade?"

A creak from where Dr. Watson stood told me the change of topic nonplussed him. He clears his throat, waiting for Sherlock to answer. There a good five second of silence then I lifted my head to look at them. They quickly averted their eyes to somewhere.

"Have you?" I asked again.

"No. It's a high possibility they're now both dead."

"Sherlock," Dr. Watson scolded.