BBC Sherlock: A Good Neighbor

[Kellie Jemmings]

He sighed softly as he looked at her for a few minutes in silence. Watching her as he leaned back in John's chair. Looking out the window as he sat in silence for a while. It was hard to wrap his mind around the fact that she almost left him because she loved him. It didn't make any sense to him, it was some sort of backwards logic.

 

[RealisticFantasy]

She drums her fingers on her, waiting in silence for him to say something. She really didn't want to break the news at the moment but she figured attempting to make small talk would be a glaring sign that she was putting something off. She looks down at the arm of the chair, mumbling, "I'm not staying."

 

[Kellie Jemmings]

He looked at her, not surprised as he nodded before looking out the window for a few seconds as his lips slowly lifted into a smirk. "The only issue to that statement is it isn't true. The woman who abducted you threw all of your things away in a dumpster somewhere around the area of her taking you from the airport to putting you in the tunnels."

 

[RealisticFantasy]

"I figured that much. Which means I'm staying for now but I'm not staying forever." Olivia reaches for the tea on the table beside her, raising the cup to her lips but pausing to speak again. "I honestly thought I was going to die. And I was alright with that." She wasn't really saying it to him. It was closer to thinking out loud as the thought occurred to her.

 

[Kellie Jemmings]

Sherlock stared at her for nearly ten minutes in silence as he felt something he'd never felt before. Most would identify it as heart break. He felt pained that after everything he'd done for her, she still wanted to leave. Moving over to his laptop as he began searching for a few minutes. After twenty minutes of unresponsiveness he finally printed something out and handed it to her. "Here." He said simply, his words filled with pain and anger. It was a one way ticket back to the states and it left in a few hours, just enough time for her to leave now and make the flight. Moving to the door as he pulled it open, staring at the floor with a look of heart break as he waited for her to leave.

 

[RealisticFantasy]

Olivia takes the piece of paper, reading over it again and again. He certainly wasn't putting up that much of a fight. If she wanted to fly back home, she would have to leave Baker Street now. So she walks out the door without another word to him. She was a little bitter to say the least but she certainly had no idea why. He had been nothing but kind to her since he had rescued her. But she was angry and angry people never thought logically.


She had nothing, absolutely nothing, but this plane ticket and the clothes on her back. How could he expect her to do anything else but what she was doing? The entire way to the airport she tries to rationalize her choices - and they were reasonable choices - but she just couldn't shake the feeling that she was doing something wrong.

 

[Kellie Jemmings]

Sherlock watched her look over the ticket before taking it and leaving. Gritting his teeth as he slammed the door shut and stared at the door for a few seconds before slamming his fists into it a few times. Taking a step back as he looked at the door again before continuing to punch the poor abused wood until his knuckles were raw and bloody. When he found he had lost the strength for punching it, he turned, tossing her tea cup at the wall before sliding into his chair, letting his wounds fester and go untreated as he struggled to understand his own emotions. Why was the woman that claimed she loved him leaving? Why was she doing it a second time? Why did she hate his own mental stability? Why? Why? Why?

 

[RealisticFantasy]

Olivia reaches the airport, staring at the lobby doors stupidly. Was she really going to make this choice? She looks at the paper and back to the airport doors. Taking a step toward the doors, she sighs and rips up the plane ticket, tossing the shreds of paper into the trash. Of course not. She had tried surviving without Sherlock in the past and it did nothing good to her. She heads back to Baker Street, silently scolding herself for even entertaining the idea of leaving and hoping that Sherlock won't be too mad. Who was she kidding? She knew he was absolutely pissed.


After arriving back at 221B, she simply sets outside of the door to his apartment. She had to remind herself that she may have truly upset him, that it wasn't all fun and games, that there was the potential of becoming homeless. But no pressure. She thinks over what to say to him if he even blessed her with a moment to speak before slamming the door in her face before getting to her feet and knocking on the door.

 

[Kellie Jemmings]

Sherlock looked at the door for a few seconds as he sighed softly. Not entirely positive who he knew who would be knocking on the door. Pushing himself to stand as he didn't notice that the blood had run down his finger tips and dried as he opened the door. Looking at the woman confused for a few seconds, not saying anything as he looked down at her.

 

[RealisticFantasy]

"You didn't think you could get rid of me that easily, did you?" She chuckle nervously as her gaze falls upon his bloodied hand, concern becoming evident on her face. She wasn't quite certain whether to hope he had done that to himself or that he hadn't. She was also bracing herself for the nearly inevitable door slam.

 

[Kellie Jemmings]

Sherlock raised his hand slowly before lunging at her. Tackling her into a hug as he squeezed her close to his chest and rested his head against hers as he sighed in relief. "I was very worried I had lost you to a boring man in a boring house in a boring town." He murmured as he held her tight, ignoring her obnoxious comment.

 

[RealisticFantasy]

She lets out a breathy laugh of surprise, embracing him just as tightly. She was all prepared to go rambling on and on to convince him that she truly felt sorry. This was far beyond unexpected. She thought he'd rather see her gone forever than take her back this quickly. "Please," she says teasingly, "Can you imagine me as a housewife?"

 

[Kellie Jemmings]

He chuckled softly as he looked down the stairs, feeling less like all of his emotions had turned against him and now slowly becoming aware of the throbbing pain in his knuckles. Choosing to ignore it as he nodded softly. "Yes." He murmured into her hair as he closed his eyes, sighing to himself. He was very grateful she had come back.

 

[RealisticFantasy]

She chuckles at his response. "Oh, really?" She lingers in the embrace for a moment before pulling back. "Come on. Let's go get your hand cleaned up and then we can talk about what an incredible housewife I would be, yeah?"

 

[Kellie Jemmings]

He nodded stepping back into his flat as he shut the door once she was inside. "I dunno how good you'd be, but that doesn't matter as long as you're here, and you're mine." He said sitting down on his chair as he inspected his knuckles before looking at the door. "I took my anger out on the door."

 

[RealisticFantasy]

Olivia smiles at Sherlock being possessive, which she tries her best to hide. She spins around to examine the door, letting out a small laugh of surprise. "Oh, wow... I can see that." She collects some paper towels and disinfectant before kneeling in front of him.

 

[Kellie Jemmings]

He watched her before staring at the door for a few minutes before looking down at her with a small smile. "If this is what I get because of punching a door I'll have to do it more often."

 

[RealisticFantasy]

"Is that what you think?" She smirks as she pours a small amount of disinfectant onto a paper towel. Taking his hand gingerly, she dabs at his injuries as she tries to wipe off all the dried blood.

 

[Kellie Jemmings]

He watched her before laughing gently as he shook his head. "Nevermind. That hurts a lot." He murmured as he looked down at her with a goofy grin. Staring at her for a few seconds as he contemplated what he was going to ask her. "Why did you come back?"

 

[RealisticFantasy]

"Because, Sherlock..." She gets to her feet, returning the paper towels and disinfectant back to their original position and finding some gauze to wrap his hand. "I don't think I'll ever be able to live without you. I tried once before, not by choice, and I think we both can remember what happened with that." She kneels in front of him, taking his hand again to wrap it carefully. "I came back because I'm selfish and I want you all to myself. I came back because it was stupid to leave in the first place." She says all of this as if it were irrefutable facts.

 

[Kellie Jemmings]

"No, it was stupid to leave the first time. It was idiotic to leave the second time after you had gotten abducted the first time." He murmured as he winced at the gauze, smiling slightly when she finally finished and leaned back. Looking at her for a few seconds. "Also, you have no money so it would be idiotic to try to go back to the U.S."

 

[RealisticFantasy]

"I never said I was a great decision maker. I do believe I said that I have a habit of making bad choices actually." She chuckles, looking at him for a few seconds before deciding to kiss him. She had been wanting to for a while but she decided to wait for a good moment. This happened to be good enough for the time being.

 

[Kellie Jemmings]

He nodded in agreement, thinking back on all of the terrible choices he had witnessed her making throughout the past few years as their relationship progressed. The worse was probably her leaving the second time.

 

[RealisticFantasy]

"But, the bad makes the good that much better, you know." Olivia gets to her feet again, sitting in the chair across from him. She looks away from him for a moment with a soft smile. It was insane to think about, all she had gone through simply because she loved him, but here she was, still in one piece and moderately sane.

 

[Kellie Jemmings]

He watched her for a few seconds as his lips turned upwards in a smile. "I suppose, or. There's always the idea that people can just be constantly happy with the bouts of super happy. So why don't we aim for that now, instead of going down bad roads again. Alright?"