That night Sherlock slept on the couch, He didn't want to make things more awkward with Joan. When he woke, he thought about what to say to her, he couldn't just ignore this. He sat up and saw Irene in the kitchen.
'Your up early.'
'Couldn't sleep, What about you?'
'A lot on my mind.' Irene went and sat next to him.
'Here.' She handed him a cup of tea.
'Thank you.' He took a sip.
'So what's on your mind?' Sherlock remained silent, just staring at his tea. 'Does it have something to do with you sleeping on the couch?'
'It doesn't matter.' He leaned forward and placed his cup on the table.
'Joan?'
'...We..We had a little fight, Nothing to worry about...'
'Says the man who was sleeping on the couch instead of in his own bed, with his fiance.'
'I didn't think that she would want me...'
'Excuses. You slept down here because you knew she was right.'
'Why does it seem like your trying to pick a fight with me?'
'I'm not.'
'Your are. They way you chose your words and phrase your sentences are classic signs.'
'I'm trying to help you realize that you're not always right.'
'I know i'm not.' At that moment Joan came downstairs.
'What's going on?' Irene got up from the couch and headed to her room. 'Irene?' She slammed her door shut. 'What did you say to her?.'
'It's always me isn't it? Never her.'
'Don't start.'
'Sorry..' Joan went and sat next to him. 'I'm sorry for not telling my father, for not telling anyone from my side. I was never on good terms with any of them.'
'What about your mother?.'
'She is...Was the best mother a boy could hope for.'
'She's..dead?' Joan noticed Sherlock's eyes, they were filled with tears that just wouldn't fall. 'Hey..it's ok.' She touched his face with her palm and he leaned in, closing his eyes at her warmth. He placed his hand on top of hers.
'I wish she was here, Watson.'
'I know.' He looked at her, he quickly closed the gap between them in a slow, soft kiss. He pulled away, resting his forehead against hers.
'Don't leave me Joan.'
'Never.' She re-captured his lips, this time the kiss was long and more passionate. Irene watched secretly from her door, Moriarty wasn't going to like this.
That evening, Irene snuck out to meet Moriarty. He would have seen the footage by then, he wasn't going to be in a good mood. She walked along the street until a car pulled up beside her, she got in and the car set off again. As Irene turned to speak, he slapped her across the face.
'I take it you saw the footage?.'
'Your not trying hard enough.'
'I am. Their just...'
'Next time, use those pills i gave you.'
'...No. I won't go that far.' He slapped her again, this time she spat out blood. Suddenly the car stopped, he opened the door and he pushed her out.
'You know what will happen if you don't.' He shut the door and the car sped off. Irene had no choice, she didn't want to die. She loved Sherlock but like the whole human race, she would never allow her own life to be taken for someone else.
Irene returned and found them on the couch watching the news. She manged to sneak across to her room and went downstairs. She went into her bag and found the pills. She was torn.
'Irene?.' She quickly put the bottle back.
'Come in.' Sherlock entered. 'What is it?.'
'I..I wanted to apologies for my behavior...' He went closer and examined her face. 'What happened?.' She turned away from him 'Irene?.'
'It's..It's nothing.' He gently turned her back round.
'Who did this?.'
'I went out for a walk and..someone jumped me. They tried to find my purse but...' She noticed Sherlock's face. '...What?.'
'Your lying.'
'Why would I?.'
'Yet to be determined but your whole face just gave it away, even the way your holding yourself right now.'
'Your never going to trust me are you?'
'Probably not.' Irene sat down on her bed. 'Are you still working for him?'
'No.' Sherlock knelt down in front of her.
'I can't tell this time.' She leaned forward.
'Because, deep down, you want to believe me but you just can't be sure which is what makes this..more exciting.' She gave him a quick kiss on the lips. They looked at each other for a moment then she moved in towards him. Her lips came slowly to his briefly touching.
'Irene, no.'
'What?.'
'I'm not going to hurt Joan again, I can't.' He got up and left. Irene took the bottle back out and looked at it, knowing that tomorrow would be her darkest day.
'Your up early.'
'Couldn't sleep, What about you?'
'A lot on my mind.' Irene went and sat next to him.
'Here.' She handed him a cup of tea.
'Thank you.' He took a sip.
'So what's on your mind?' Sherlock remained silent, just staring at his tea. 'Does it have something to do with you sleeping on the couch?'
'It doesn't matter.' He leaned forward and placed his cup on the table.
'Joan?'
'...We..We had a little fight, Nothing to worry about...'
'Says the man who was sleeping on the couch instead of in his own bed, with his fiance.'
'I didn't think that she would want me...'
'Excuses. You slept down here because you knew she was right.'
'Why does it seem like your trying to pick a fight with me?'
'I'm not.'
'Your are. They way you chose your words and phrase your sentences are classic signs.'
'I'm trying to help you realize that you're not always right.'
'I know i'm not.' At that moment Joan came downstairs.
'What's going on?' Irene got up from the couch and headed to her room. 'Irene?' She slammed her door shut. 'What did you say to her?.'
'It's always me isn't it? Never her.'
'Don't start.'
'Sorry..' Joan went and sat next to him. 'I'm sorry for not telling my father, for not telling anyone from my side. I was never on good terms with any of them.'
'What about your mother?.'
'She is...Was the best mother a boy could hope for.'
'She's..dead?' Joan noticed Sherlock's eyes, they were filled with tears that just wouldn't fall. 'Hey..it's ok.' She touched his face with her palm and he leaned in, closing his eyes at her warmth. He placed his hand on top of hers.
'I wish she was here, Watson.'
'I know.' He looked at her, he quickly closed the gap between them in a slow, soft kiss. He pulled away, resting his forehead against hers.
'Don't leave me Joan.'
'Never.' She re-captured his lips, this time the kiss was long and more passionate. Irene watched secretly from her door, Moriarty wasn't going to like this.
That evening, Irene snuck out to meet Moriarty. He would have seen the footage by then, he wasn't going to be in a good mood. She walked along the street until a car pulled up beside her, she got in and the car set off again. As Irene turned to speak, he slapped her across the face.
'I take it you saw the footage?.'
'Your not trying hard enough.'
'I am. Their just...'
'Next time, use those pills i gave you.'
'...No. I won't go that far.' He slapped her again, this time she spat out blood. Suddenly the car stopped, he opened the door and he pushed her out.
'You know what will happen if you don't.' He shut the door and the car sped off. Irene had no choice, she didn't want to die. She loved Sherlock but like the whole human race, she would never allow her own life to be taken for someone else.
Irene returned and found them on the couch watching the news. She manged to sneak across to her room and went downstairs. She went into her bag and found the pills. She was torn.
'Irene?.' She quickly put the bottle back.
'Come in.' Sherlock entered. 'What is it?.'
'I..I wanted to apologies for my behavior...' He went closer and examined her face. 'What happened?.' She turned away from him 'Irene?.'
'It's..It's nothing.' He gently turned her back round.
'Who did this?.'
'I went out for a walk and..someone jumped me. They tried to find my purse but...' She noticed Sherlock's face. '...What?.'
'Your lying.'
'Why would I?.'
'Yet to be determined but your whole face just gave it away, even the way your holding yourself right now.'
'Your never going to trust me are you?'
'Probably not.' Irene sat down on her bed. 'Are you still working for him?'
'No.' Sherlock knelt down in front of her.
'I can't tell this time.' She leaned forward.
'Because, deep down, you want to believe me but you just can't be sure which is what makes this..more exciting.' She gave him a quick kiss on the lips. They looked at each other for a moment then she moved in towards him. Her lips came slowly to his briefly touching.
'Irene, no.'
'What?.'
'I'm not going to hurt Joan again, I can't.' He got up and left. Irene took the bottle back out and looked at it, knowing that tomorrow would be her darkest day.
