Re: Stolen Moments pt 11/?velvet_maceJanuary 8 2011, 21:34:45 UTC
It didn't.
On top of being inconvenient, unwanted, and utterly irrelevant to Sherlock's life, Sarah turned out to be remarkably tenacious. She affably accepted his presence on her date. She coped with the circus suddenly turning into a brawl. She even, god help her, was helpful with the case. And at the end of the night, after giving her statement to Lestrade, she'd kissed John's cheek and thanked him for saving her life.
"Is she possibly insane?" Sherlock asked after John smilingly informed him of their impending second date. "You'd think after all that, she'd have second thoughts."
John sighed. "Well, luckily for her, this time I plan an evening of, what did you term it, 'vapid entertainment and duller conversation.'" He grabbed his coat. "And you are not invited. Don't wait up." He left, then turned at the door at ducked his head back in. "Oh and Sherlock, should you get called on a case…"
"Yes?" Sherlock asked, feeling a leap of hope.
"I'm busy."
Well that was just being snide. John had no call to be so huffy and affronted, about the matter. It hadn't been his idea to involve Sarah on their last case at all.
Sherlock watched him through the window until he rounded a corner and then sat heavily down, considering the problem. He'd come to depend on John. And John depended on him as well. Neither of them needed Sarah, but there she was between them, and there was nothing that Sherlock could say that would prevent it.
He'd grow bored of Sarah, Sherlock was certain of it. Day in, day out, the same mindless, pointless drivel. It would all end badly. John needed to get his priorities straight.
When John came home at half-past eleven, Sherlock pretended to ignore him.
"Oh, for god's sake," he said, irritably after a moment. "Sometimes you are like a child, Sherlock."
"I'm busy, don't bother me," Sherlock replied, keeping his face pointedly in a different direction.
John hesitated only a moment longer. "Well, I won't interrupt your wall staring contest. I'm off to bed, and by the way, it was an absolutely smashing second date." He didn't bother to disguise his smugness.
That last bit was just cruel. Sherlock flashed him an angry look before he could stop himself, but then went determinedly back to ignoring him. He heard John's feet tromping heavily up the stairs and then the various groans and creeks and he went through his normal bedroom routine.
On top of being inconvenient, unwanted, and utterly irrelevant to Sherlock's life, Sarah turned out to be remarkably tenacious. She affably accepted his presence on her date. She coped with the circus suddenly turning into a brawl. She even, god help her, was helpful with the case. And at the end of the night, after giving her statement to Lestrade, she'd kissed John's cheek and thanked him for saving her life.
"Is she possibly insane?" Sherlock asked after John smilingly informed him of their impending second date. "You'd think after all that, she'd have second thoughts."
John sighed. "Well, luckily for her, this time I plan an evening of, what did you term it, 'vapid entertainment and duller conversation.'" He grabbed his coat. "And you are not invited. Don't wait up." He left, then turned at the door at ducked his head back in. "Oh and Sherlock, should you get called on a case…"
"Yes?" Sherlock asked, feeling a leap of hope.
"I'm busy."
Well that was just being snide. John had no call to be so huffy and affronted, about the matter. It hadn't been his idea to involve Sarah on their last case at all.
Sherlock watched him through the window until he rounded a corner and then sat heavily down, considering the problem. He'd come to depend on John. And John depended on him as well. Neither of them needed Sarah, but there she was between them, and there was nothing that Sherlock could say that would prevent it.
He'd grow bored of Sarah, Sherlock was certain of it. Day in, day out, the same mindless, pointless drivel. It would all end badly. John needed to get his priorities straight.
When John came home at half-past eleven, Sherlock pretended to ignore him.
"Oh, for god's sake," he said, irritably after a moment. "Sometimes you are like a child, Sherlock."
"I'm busy, don't bother me," Sherlock replied, keeping his face pointedly in a different direction.
John hesitated only a moment longer. "Well, I won't interrupt your wall staring contest. I'm off to bed, and by the way, it was an absolutely smashing second date." He didn't bother to disguise his smugness.
That last bit was just cruel. Sherlock flashed him an angry look before he could stop himself, but then went determinedly back to ignoring him. He heard John's feet tromping heavily up the stairs and then the various groans and creeks and he went through his normal bedroom routine.
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