Distant Minds {{Sherlock Rp with Circledude5}}

[Circledude5]

As they rounded the corner onto Baker Street, Sherlock glanced up at the windows of the flat. He couldn't see anyone (aka John) lurking, so figured it would be safe to enter through the front. Besides, it would be easier to explain away a confrontation going through the front, rather than a window.


He unlocked the door as quietly as possible and held it open to allow Ciera to slip inside, following behind into the darkened flat.

 

[Shadow Cat]

Ciera was absolutely silent as she crept upstairs, barely daring to breath in case they woke John. Just as she made it in, she heard a voice and watched the light switch on.


"Where the Hell have you been?"


Damn. So close.

 

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He followed Ciera, making sure he didn't make any noise. However, as soon as she had gotten through the door into the sitting room, Sherlock saw the light switch on. His heart gave a flutter. One of those flutters he got when he almost chopped his finger off during an experiment or something. A nervous tingle also ran down his arms and into his fingertips, all in the split second between the flickering on of the light and John's livid "Where the hell have you been?"


Sherlock saw that Ciera had frozen just feet into the room. He considered revealing himself to John for a moment, but only for a moment. If John found out he was involved, it was much more likely that the army doctor would try to strangle him. So, as John walked towards Ciera for the confrontation, Sherlock slipped through the door that led into the kitchen instead.

 

[Shadow Cat]

"Just out." Ciera replied quickly, looking at John as he walked toward her.


"Why are you wearing Sherlock's jacket?" He asked as he walked toward her, stopping just inched from her. "My god, you're soaking wet! What on Earth have you two been doing? I'm assuming Sherlock was involved."


She looked at John as she remembered the bullet wound. She would have forgotten about it completely except for the small fact that she had gotten quite dizzy since she stopped moving. Leave it to John to notice as she put a hand on the wall to steady herself.

 

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As soon as Sherlock had gotten to his bedroom door, he remembered that Ciera was wearing his coat. Thankfully (or not so thankfully), John seemed to be preoccupied with the fact that she was soaked through and shot. Well, at least that's what it sounded like. Deciding to wing it, Sherlock pulled off his scarf and silently pushed open the door to his room. He entered, tossed the scarf onto the bed and closed the door again. Then, he banged the door open and made sure to make his footsteps as loud as possible as he made his way down the hall and into the sitting room.

 

[Shadow Cat]

John spun to face Sherlock as he entered, but his attention was back on Ciera as she leaned on the wall to steady herself, lightheadedness ,making it hard to stand. "Are you okay?" John asked as he walked over, sliding the sleeve of Sherlock's coat off of the arm she was holding.


"Is that a bullet wound?" John asked as he gazed at her, his expression somewhere between fury, disbelief, and concern. Although to her, it was just annoying. She rolled her eyes.


"Maybe."

 

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"Oh, come on," Sherlock said condescendingly. "What does it look like John?"


"You. Sherlock, shut up!" John said. "Oh my God."


"Are you alright?" Sherlock asked Ceira, winking behind John's back.

 

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Ciera gave a small grin at Sherlock and looked back to John.


"I'm fine." All this commotion was getting on her nerves.


John reached out to grab her arm to lead her to a chair so he could stitch it up but she smacked it away. He shot her a glare and she allowed him to grab her arm and escort her to a chair. Looking back at Sherlock, she gave a visible eye roll.


"I don't think there's a bullet in it. Are you lightheaded at all?" John began.


"A little." She admitted reluctantly.

 

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Sherlock grinned inwardly at the "grief" Ciera was now going through as John tutted over her.


Sherlock threw on his best "concerned" face as John began examining Ciera, and started rambling about different medicines that could be of use. However, apparently there were none of them left since his last experiment.


So far, John had not mentioned Sherlock's possible involvement.

 

[Shadow Cat]

"Sherlock." John said coolly without taking his gaze off of Ciera's arm as he assessed the damage. "I assume you were involved with this?"


Before Sherlock could object, John turned just slightly to gaze at him. "Just tell me something came out of it, and she wasn't shot for nothing." He was obviously trying to keep his cool.


John had never really scared her when he got angry, except for when he was beyond enraged and his voice dropped to a low, calm tone like it was now.


Uh oh.

 

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Sherlock didn't respond. He just looked back at John, head cocked slightly to the right, eyebrows raised. They stared at each other for a full twenty seconds before Sherlock gave a tiny shake of his head.


John sighed and went back to Ciera's arm.


Sensing the impending outburst, Sherlock went to get his violin from the corner.

 

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"I think that's good." Ciera said quietly, not wanting to upset John anymore.


He sighed and sat back at the chair, glancing at Sherlock for a moment. "Yes, I suppose it is." He stood. "Remember to keep it clean. I going to bed." He said flatly.


After John had gone to his room and closed the door, Ciera looked over at Sherlock and cracked an amused smile.

 

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Sherlock returned the smile and took out his violin. Wordlessly, he put it under his chin and started tuning. His fingers were still a little numb from the chilly night air, but he knew that they would quickly warm up.


He looked out the window onto the quiet street below. Nothing was moving, but the street lamp across the street flickered ever so slightly. As he began absently-mindedly playing twinkle twinkle, he turned away to face the room instead.

 

[Shadow Cat]

Ciera left the room for a moment to change into some dry clothes before returning to the room and sitting on the couch. She laid her head back as she listened to the smooth sounds flowing throughout the room.

 

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More and more complex variations on Twinkle Twinkle eventually faded into Tchaikovsky's Violin Concerto in D Major. It was Sherlock's favourite piece by far. He stared at the shelf, but without really seeing it. His eyes had glazed over into a wonderful blankness, he notes coming to his fingers and the colours dancing throughout the room.

 

[Shadow Cat]

As Ciera listened, she became oblivious to the world around her. The music gradually faded out of her thoughts as she fell into sleep. She was exhausted by everything that had happened, and was glad to finally be getting some rest. Soon enough, she was fast asleep.

 

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Sherlock didn't notice that Ciera had fallen asleep on the Sofa again. Nor did he notice anything else, really, for that matter. He had created his own personal bubble, an imaginary orchestra playing in his head. When his bow struck the last note, his bubble popped. But it wasn't a bad pop. The world - the real world - faded back in, his eyes adjusted.


As he lowered his instrument, he noticed Ciera sleeping. She had a serene smile on her face that made her look very peaceful. After he'd put away his violin - he wasn't really sure why - Sherlock sat down next to her and listened to her breathing.


Two hours later, he was still there, wide awake. He'd have gone back to his own room, but about fifteen minutes after he'd sat down, Ciera's head had fallen onto his shoulder. He didn't dare move it; she would wake up and then it would be all sorts of awkward. So, he stayed put.

 

[Shadow Cat]

For the first time in what seemed like months, she dreamed. It was amazing the effects of being around someone you didn't get along with had on your subconscious. Dreams were never good, always filled with anger and hate. But now, she dreamed about the day, the adventure, the excitement, the fun. It was quite a relief to be able to sleep without anger manifesting in your dreams. She enjoyed it.

 

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Sherlock watched as small amounts of sunlight began to creep in through the uncovered windows of the sitting room. On any "normal" day, he would never have had the patience to sit there for so long. But this was hardly a normal day, even for his standards. He'd been up for nearly twenty four hours. Not that that made much of a difference, but a lot had happened in that time.

 

[Shadow Cat]

A beam of sunlight hit her eyelids and so ended her peaceful dreams. She lifted her head and looked around, wondering what time it was. She reached down to feel for her phone but remembered she had slipped it in Sherlock's pocket. Looking over, she saw that he was sitting beside her already. She rubbed her eyes with a finger and moved so that the sun wasn't in her eyes as she looked at him.

 

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Sherlock felt Ciera stirring, and hastened to move out from under her. As he did, she rubber her eyes and looked up at him. Sherlock froze as he looked back. What was he supposed to do? He continued to stare at her, and neither of them said anything for several long, painful seconds.

 

[Shadow Cat]

"Morning." Ciera broke the silence with a small grin. How long had she been asleep? She hadn't bothered to check the time when they had gotten back from their 'errand'. It was still kind of early, considering the sun was just rising. She had gotten used to working late nights, though, so it didn't really bother her. She wondered if Sherlock was used to it, too. He obviously hadn't been to sleep, but he didn't really seem tired.

 

[Circledude5]

She was smiling. Why was she smiling? Sherlock looked down at her, puzzled.


"Morning," Sherlock replied, slightly confused. "You were asleep a while." He commented, taking a feeble stab at conversation.

 

[Shadow Cat]

"Right." She murmured. "You don't happen to know where my phone is do you?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. She had slipped it into his coat, and then it wasn't there when he had slipped it over her shoulders the night before. He had found it then. He had to have put it somewhere.

 

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Sherlock thought back to where he had left her phone. Outside of "The Pool", a smug note speared on the fence. He smirked at the thought.


"You're clever," Sherlock remarked, "Not quite clever enough to fool me, but you should be clever enough to figure out where I put it."