The curious case of Sherlocks Heart (closed)

[such_a_bad_man]

"I did... I should do that." Sherlock murmurs. "Good night, Iara. I hope you're still here in the morning. I don't want our final words to each other to be said in anger." He says as he turns for the door to return to his room.

 

[Asa]

Why would you assume being a plaything instead of simply asking me? Who do I need to hurt for such insanity

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Sherlock shook his head. "No one you need concern yourself with; she's out of my life for good. I suppose the capricious nature of felines set my thinking on an incorrect course as well. Normally, I think so clearly, but that past relationship and my own misgivings played against you... and I apologize for my assumptions."

 

[Asa]

Who was she?

There was a tone to her voice that spoke volumes of the protective nature she had already extended to him and perhaps even Watson due to her presence here and Mrs. Hudson's love of them.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Sherlock sighed, shaking his head. "No one you need worry about anymore. They are gone, but taught me to watch out for my heart." He explained. "But you are right that I was being too careful. I hope we can start fresh in the morning." He said, nearing the door. "It's late and we both could use a decent night's sleep."

 

[Asa]

She simply nodded walked to the door and pulled him into a powerful kiss her hand over the bite over his heart. When the kiss broke.

You are the only person I have ever marked there Sherlock read into that whatever you wish. Johns mark would be more than likely like Mrs. Hudson's on his upper arm if that was a worry of yours.

With that unless she was stopped she would turn and walk to her couch.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Sherlock heard her assurance and nodded. He didn't speak; he didn't feel he needed to. It felt right to leave the last word with her. He watched her turn to the couch before he slipped through the door. Returning to his bedroom, Sherlock finally got to bed. Sleep did not come immediately, but came once he cleared his mind. His body welcomed it and he drifted deep asleep for the first night in weeks.

 

[Asa]

She slept deep but her mind went to the lab that had trapped her. It was not in England but the British government had it shut down if not responsible for the computer virus and massive fire that wiped out any trace of their research. Other nations she has helped probably had a hand in it's as well but she knew who had made the final order. Long before sunrise, she was sitting on the roof staring at the stars.

Mrs. Hudson had gone to check on her waking occasionally to her growls and bad dream sounds but knew better than to enter the room to her due to her combative nature. She did not hear John or Sherlock try to respond to it and it ended quick enough that she would know where she had gone.

Once morning rolled around John was preparing breakfast.

Good morning Mrs. Hudson will Iara be joining us r should one of us go wake her?

No dear... She needs some time alone perhaps. It's hard to say. She went up to the roof last night. Nightmares... She has them from time to time.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

"Dreaming about the horrible things I put you through, Mrs. Hudson?" Sherlock interrupted as he walked into the kitchen. "I assume that's what you have nightmares about," he jibes, having not heard the full context as he walked in. It seems a good night's sleep has brought back snarky Sherlock as he pours himself some tea.

 

[Asa]

John pipes up before Mrs. Hidson can.

We were talking about Iara. She has nightmares on occasion and will go up to the roof when they happen.

John watched Sherlock see how he reacted to this information. That could perhaps gauge just how deeply Sherlock's feelings ran for this young woman.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Sherlock tried to look like he heard the most innocuous, non-critical news of his day. He didn't want to let on about how he felt about Iara, after all. Still, sleeping on the roof in London can't be pleasant. He cleared his throat. "Well then, perhaps no one has informed her that breakfast is served. Since neither of you felt up to the job, I'll take care of it."

He got up from the table and looked about the flat, wondering how he was going to get up on the roof from inside. He'd never tried before and seemed at a loss for how Iara did it.

 

[Asa]

Mrs. Hudson motioned to a window.

Remember she isn't exactly limited the way the rest of us are. But there may be an access door in the attic.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Sherlock sighed, drawing in his robe a little tighter. "I'm well aware." He reminds her as he walks to the attic door and pulls it open. Finding his way through the dank space, he does find a way to get out onto the roof. DOing his best to balance, he scans around for Iara, holding onto the opening he used.

 

[Asa]

Over by the furnace vent Sherlock.

She had heard his approach and his scent when the door opened. Ahe suspected that Mrs. Hudson had told him.about the nightmares and she would now have to explain but he was someone she felt safe to open up to she even trusted John because Mrs. Hudson trusted and loved them.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Sherlock stepped out a bit more and changed his grip to keep hold of the window. Leaning, he spied Iara. "Ah, there you are. If you like, Mrs. Hudson has made breakfast for us. I'm sure she'd like it if you joined us. If you need some more time out here, I understand and I'll look for you to come inside when you are ready." He said, standing there and watching her. He didn't want to step closer and lose grip on the window. The angle of the roof had him worried about slipping. He wasn't graced with animal dexterity like Iara.

 

[Asa]

The last time I let anyone close like you I woke up in a lab. Not the official world or even country knows about either. This scares me Sherlock. I still sometimes have nightmares about it.

She just began talking it was all overwhelming her mind.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Sherlock listened, letting her explain unprompted. It was not too surprising to know that she's been through a worst case scenario for someone as unique as she is. Sometimes the rights of an individual is trampled by those that need to feel safe and secure in their superiority. "Well, I have no plans to experiment on you; I have the feeling you'd never let me. As for Mycroft, the less he knows, the better. If the Queen knows who and what you are, you have nothing to fear from him," Sherlock explains.

"Whenever you are ready, we'd love to have you join us for breakfast," he offered, leaving it up to her to choose when she felt comfortable enough to come back in. With that, he ducked back through the window and headed back inside.

 

[Asa]

Leaping back over. She smiled to him waiting for him to back his way out of the window.

Breakfast sounds good. Let's go.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Sherlock smiled, offering his hand to her as she stepped back through the window. From what he saw, she didn't need his help to balance, but he still liked the thought of holding her hand this morning. Dangling them in the space between them, he lightly gripped her hand as they walked back to the table together. Sliding out her chair, he welcomed her back to the table as he sat across from her. Already she was feeling like a part of the family at 221B.

 

[Asa]

She sat enjoying breakfast with them. She was enjoying just the normal and simple. The smile.on Mrs. Hudson's face proved she was proud that she was staying there from now on. She smiled back at her and looked around at the others. Being around them felt natural and safe. Her eyes fell on Sherlock again as she smiled.

I will arrange for my royal visit over the next few days and perhaps you two should accompany me. Since I will be staying here in London some matters will have to change and evolve. If I am allowed to do so... Allowed to change certain matters that is.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

"Well, Mrs. Hudson is the landlady. It's her basement you'd be occupying. As for John and myself..." Sherlock began saying as he looked up into John's face. "Well, nothing would satisfy John more than to see me attempt to open my life to someone else. In order to satisfy his smug satisfaction and my own curiosity, I suppose can allow that."

Being around him this long, it was clear that Sherlock was happy to have her stay in his own acerbic manner.

 

[Asa]

Cut the act, Sherlock. We heard you two for one and two her little walk from the bathroom with your dress shirt and little else. The light your eyes get when talking about her was never they bright even with Adler.

John spoke almost in a relaxed Dr tone with him as if being calm with a skittish patient.

It is not a horrible or world-ending thing not will it diminish your logic to bloody well admit you...

John shook his head and took a drink of his coffee. Iara looked to John committing the name he mentioned to memory and moved to stand before Sherlock.

Kiss me... Or prove John wrong knowing that my sense of smell already knows your physical and emotional state around me.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Sherlock sighed. He didn't appreciate John calling him out on his behavior. It was his own way of dealing with romance; too often it would cloud his judgement if he let it take over his life. He wanted to keep things quiet and civilized but it was clear that Iara wasn't going to let that happen as she got up and leaned in front of him.

"Oh, come now, Iara. Must we resort to demonstratives in front of the others?" Sherlock protested. He didn't want to give John the satisfaction for one. For another, he wasn't all that comfortable showing off his feelings in front of the others.

 

[Asa]

She smiled and placed a kiss on his forehead "third eye" kiss as she had heard some call it and then paused looking around. Moving to a window she opened the curtain to see a raven sitting there and opened the window letting the bird hop onto her wrist.

Hello old friend... You have a message...

She tilted her head slightly as did the bird as she walked around as if listening to some unheard voice.

Oh my he never leaves the gardens

Mrs. Hudson whispered watching the bird. Once their mutual trance had ended the bird glided to Mrs. Hudson with a nod accepting a gentle touch to its head then turning it looked to Sherlock and paused then nodded and flew away back out the window.

Clarence never leaves the gardens.

Telegraph telephone or tell a raven. She chose to tell a raven. I will be making my royal visit by the end of the week. I have little doubt that he will let any others of our kind know about you now being safe Sherlock.

She suspected or would take a while to pull him out of this shell but then again she had all the time in the world now. Having officially told Clarence to let her Majesty that she was remaining in London permanently.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Sherlock listened and watched. He'd long heard of the intelligence of the corvid species, but this one displayed even greater faculties than that. He did not interrupt; Iara did not seem surprised. Neither did Mrs. Hudson. This bird was here for a reason.

The reason became apparent when Iara spoke. Breathing easier, Sherlock returned to his paper as she reported the news. "Then that business will be behind us and I can worry about getting another case. Of course, I'm sure Lestrade will be arriving in the intervening time to gloat about catching his murderer of the criminal element of this city." Sherlock droned, keeping his ever-present annoyed tone.