After You : The Sequel. (Shwatsonlock. 2/?. Fanfiction.)
Author's Notes: Here ya go! :D Second chapter! And if you haven't yet answered... How many chapters should I write?!?! D: Enjoy ^^! Two chapters in one day... WOOHOOT! First time ever :P! Praise me ! ;)
Disclaimer: See Disclaimer in chapter one. :)
36th Failure… And More
Chapter 2. A New Case
‘’Sherlock?! SHERLOCK!!’’
‘’Myeah?... You asked for me, Watson?’’ said Sherlock.
Watson opened big wide eyes and jumped a bit as he realized Sherlock was looking down on him from above his beda t only a few centimeters from his face.
‘’Erm... Sherlock, what are you doing in my face?’’ Watson asked in a doubtful voice.
‘’Well,’’ said Sherlock, walking away from the bed where Watson was lying. ‘’I wanted to see if you were going to wake up anytime soon for… I have a new case to talk to you about.’’
‘’Oh really?’’ asked the doctor as he sat up on his bed, trying to shake the sleep away from him.
He yawned when Sherlock began to explain it.
‘’You see, there’s a miss Shordin asking me to retrieve her missing child. The police of London obviously failed at it, so she came to me knowing full well I would succeed…’’
As Watson was trying to really wake up, Sherlock kept on explaining. The dear doctor missed some words due to his many yawns and clouds over his eyes, but he still grasped the main idea of it.
‘’So, what do you think?!’’ joyfully asked Sherlock, hands on his hips.
‘’It’s super.’’
Watson yawned again and stood up.
‘’Look, Sherlock… I need to wash my face before I can really give my opinion about it.’’ He said, trotting to a bowl filled with fresh water.
Their maid had surely changed it this morning while he was asleep.
‘’By the way, did you even have breakfast?’’ he asked after having washed his face.
Sherlock made a weird and innocent but cute face as the only answer to Watson’s question.
‘’Humpf, it seems not. Sherlock! You KNOW a day isn’t well started without a good breakfast. Come on… We’ll go and get one.’’
Watson walked down the stairs, quickly followed by Holmes, and pushed the kitchen’s door opened. He froze on the spot as he saw the maid hadn’t prepared the meal yet.
‘’Hum, looks like we’ll gave to do it ourselves!’’ Well, myself, since you never help with anything more than you cases…’’
Sherlock didn’t even reply and went to sit down at the table, waiting for the food. Watson rolled his eyes and hobbled to the counter.
As he prepared the meal, Watson just couldn’t stop thinking over some past tries that transformed itselves into failures towards a love relationship with the greatest detective in London there ever was. Like the first time he had tried anything was when he had handed a glass of water to Holmes who was thirsty… Let’s just say that the greatest detective shot him a glance of suspicion. 1st failure. The second one was when he had touched ‘’accidently’’ (he hadn’t wanted to tell Holmes it was on purpose…) his mate’s hand. Holmes had quickly stopped walking and found a subject as though to act as if nothing had happened. Second failure.
He placed the plates in front of them and they ate mostly in silence until Watson exclaimed i twas a good brand new case which his colleague had found. Sherlock smiled at his companion out of happiness and pride.
After their good meal, they both walked to the entrance hall. And then, Watson had an idea…
‘’Here. Your coat, Holmes.’’ Said Watson, radiant, holding out Sherlock’s coat to its owner.
Sherlock only frowned out of suspicion (again!) and confusion, grabbed it, put it on and went out followed by Watson.
‘’Damn! 37th failure… me and my big mouth or good intentions… or tries!’’ growled Watson to himself.
He locked the door and there they were… gone for the next new case!!!