(/sensing a dire need to change the subject, but can’t) We all wish there was something we could have done but… (/much dabbing)
What do you do to take your mind off of it?
Yes, well. I should have and could have done more… ( /sips his water )
There’s not much I can do to take…
(/listens to him calmly) I have seen them. I think they’re wonderful. I’ve got one in my room, actually. (/sips her water) Don’t throw the things away. I wouldn’t. Do you think Mycroft would want any of them? Maybe there’s a school you could donate to.
I don’t want to give them to anyone.. That’s the big problem. I can’t bring myself to do it. ( /sighs, scratching the back of his head )
You don’t have to give any of it away, do you? Is there a will?
No, there’s nothing that I know of. Unless someone isn’t telling me about it. And I wont get rid of any of it. I can’t. ( /looks out the window, lost in thought )
(/touches her glass, looking at that) Do you want any help sorting it?
(/sensing a dire need to change the subject, but can’t) We all wish there was something we could have done but… (/much dabbing)
What do you do to take your mind off of it?
Yes, well. I should have and could have done more… ( /sips his water )
There’s not much I can do to take…
(/listens to him calmly) I have seen them. I think they’re wonderful. I’ve got one in my room, actually. (/sips her water) Don’t throw the things away. I wouldn’t. Do you think Mycroft would want any of them? Maybe there’s a school you could donate to.
( /rushes in through the door, shaking off the rain that had soaked his hair ) Ah.. Table six, I think it was. ( /makes his way through the restaurant, finding table six ) Ms. Adler. ( /smiles at the familiar face ) It has been a while.
(/smiles a bit…
(/eyes down) I know the feeling. (/looks back at him, attempting a pleasant face) I don’t think I’ve ever been here before. Is this one of your favourites? (/is determined to stay calm if it kills her. Is also quite aware of the internal walls he has up.)
Yes, it was actually.. It was the first place I ate out at when I met Sherlock. We came here the night of our first case together. ( /winces and gently rubs his knee ) We used to eat here together on occasion; Sherlock and me. It’s quite good. ( /looks off, trying to remain away from the seemingly inevitable subject of death )
(/thinks of a hundred things to say and yet can’t say one) I know it’s good, then… (/Notices him rubbing his knee and frowns, somewhat grateful for the distraction) Do you want anything for that knee? I have ibuprofen in my bag.
It’s one of the only restaurants that I’ve ever actually seen him eat in. Usually when he ate, it was back at the flat but… ( /looks off, getting a bit lost in thought ) Hm? ( /shakes his head to clear his mind and looks back at her with a weak smile ) No, I’ll be fine. I can handle it.
(/would make a comment praising him for his devotion, feels that now is not the time. Returns the smile, equally weakly.) Are you sure? You don’t have to tough it out, I won’t think any less of you.
( /nods a bit, taking a small drink of the water in front of him ) Yeah, I’ll be fine. It was my own fault, anyway. Leaving the flat without my cane. If it gets too bad, I may take you up on that offer, though.
(/softly) I don’t remember you having a cane. Have you always had one?
( /looks at her ) Oh, yes.. I had one back before I met Sherlock. I was able to stop using it for a while but.. I’ve had to start again.
(/sees the correlation and does not push. Tries to change the subject) What else is new in your life? Friends, girlfriends, family, anyone? Are you keeping in touch?
Eh, not really. Don’t have many as it is. I wad staying with Lestrade for a while, but I haven’t talked to him recently. ( /looks off, lost in thought )
(/allows him to be lost in thought, talks softly) I stayed in South Africa for a time. Cape Town. It was lovely. And then I got the news…
( /sips his water, looking off ) Never been. I’m.. Sorry that you were pulled away from your life for something like that…
Don’t be. It wasn’t a real life, anyway. (/opens her clutch and pulls out a passport) I’ve been living under the name Anna Ingram. (/opens the passport and shows him the picture) Not my most flattering shot, but it’ll get me anywhere I need to go.
Regardless. To be pulled away from anything for something like this is… ( /looks off, thinking ) Far from ideal, don’t you think? ( /looks back to her and at the photo. Of course, she was just as beautiful as always ) You don’t have to worry about flattery. You look fine, Ms. Adler.
I have to ask, though.. Mycroft told me you were dead. And he was sure about it this time. How on Earth did you manage to pull it off?
(/smiles a little at his compliment and sips her water. Closes the passport and puts it away) And Mycroft would have made double sure. (/gives him a rather intense look) You’re not going to tell him, are you? Because I truly doubt he’d be pleased.
Of course I won’t. I haven’t spoken to him since before what happened. He showed up to his funeral for but 5 minutes and didn’t speak to anyone. I will never forgive him and I think he knows that. ( /scoffs, dismissing it ) Although, I would like to know how you survived.. I won’t say anything if that’s what you’re worried about.
(/looks him over, small nod of approval) I know you won’t. You’re a good man, Dr. Watson. He trusted you more than anyone else— even his brother. (/deep breath) I knew I was going to die. They took me to an empty car park and put me on my knees. I asked to be allowed to send one more message, just one more. I don’t know why they let me; I like to imagine they weren’t totally merciless. I sent my message, my note to Sherlock. I closed my eyes, and waited. And then… I heard a noise- just a soft, tiny sigh. I opened my eyes and he was there. Holding the sword they were going to use to kill me. (/blinking quite a bit, trying not to smear her makeup) I don’t know why he did it. I would never have asked him to, but he did. (/gets a tissue from her clutch and dabs) Do forgive me, I’m a little…
I know he did. Although, I’m not quite sure why he did. I mean, in the end, it didn’t really matter that much, did it? ( /frowns, looking down and away )
( /listens intently to her story, trying to imagine what it must have been like for her ) He would do something like that… ( /sadly smiles a bit ) I suppose that proves that you were quite special to him. I’d feel honored, if I were you. If you think about it though, it’s not hard to figure out why he did it, is it? You don’t have to apologize.. I know what you’re going through, remember? ( /reaches into his pocket and careful fiddles with Sherlock’s small magnifying glass )
(/dabbing quite a lot) Do you really think he… felt… (/shakes head) I don’t understand him. I thought I did. He proved me wrong. Then I thought he hated me, and he proved me wrong again. And then this— (/very deep breath) I owe him everything, and I’ll never be able to repay him.
He was a very confusing man, wasn’t he? I’m not sure even I understood him completely. I suppose I can say that I understood him to a point, but… Sometimes I don’t think even he understood himself.
I don’t think… He could ever hate you. ( /looks off, clearing his throat )
(/blinks) Really? What makes you think that?
It’s obvious, isn’t it? You were… The only one he showed emotion for.. He seemed to really… Care for you. ( /looks down, running his finger around the rim of his glass, his eyes showing a hint of jealousy )
(/notices, leans forward a bit and gives him a rather intense look) I can name one other.
( /scoffs a bit, smiling ) Is that right? ( /quickly rubs his eyes and looks off again ) Not so sure about that, sometimes.
I’m sure he cared about you. If it had to be anyone, it’d be you. (/starts dabbing again) Read your own blog. You’re practically part of him. His better half, if you like.
( /laughs a bit shaking his head ) He was… My best friend. I don’t know if I’d consider myself his better half, though. I tried so hard but… I couldn’t talk him down.
Don’t… (/sets her hand on the table) Don’t think that way. (/blinking quite a bit) What a pair we are. (/sad smile) The rest of the world keeps turning, but our worlds have stopped and we can’t quite find our way back again.
( /rushes in through the door, shaking off the rain that had soaked his hair ) Ah.. Table six, I think it was. ( /makes his way through the restaurant, finding table six ) Ms. Adler. ( /smiles at the familiar face ) It has been a while.
(/smiles a bit…
(/eyes down) I know the feeling. (/looks back at him, attempting a pleasant face) I don’t think I’ve ever been here before. Is this one of your favourites? (/is determined to stay calm if it kills her. Is also quite aware of the internal walls he has up.)
Yes, it was actually.. It was the first place I ate out at when I met Sherlock. We came here the night of our first case together. ( /winces and gently rubs his knee ) We used to eat here together on occasion; Sherlock and me. It’s quite good. ( /looks off, trying to remain away from the seemingly inevitable subject of death )
(/thinks of a hundred things to say and yet can’t say one) I know it’s good, then… (/Notices him rubbing his knee and frowns, somewhat grateful for the distraction) Do you want anything for that knee? I have ibuprofen in my bag.
It’s one of the only restaurants that I’ve ever actually seen him eat in. Usually when he ate, it was back at the flat but… ( /looks off, getting a bit lost in thought ) Hm? ( /shakes his head to clear his mind and looks back at her with a weak smile ) No, I’ll be fine. I can handle it.
(/would make a comment praising him for his devotion, feels that now is not the time. Returns the smile, equally weakly.) Are you sure? You don’t have to tough it out, I won’t think any less of you.
( /nods a bit, taking a small drink of the water in front of him ) Yeah, I’ll be fine. It was my own fault, anyway. Leaving the flat without my cane. If it gets too bad, I may take you up on that offer, though.
(/softly) I don’t remember you having a cane. Have you always had one?
( /looks at her ) Oh, yes.. I had one back before I met Sherlock. I was able to stop using it for a while but.. I’ve had to start again.
(/sees the correlation and does not push. Tries to change the subject) What else is new in your life? Friends, girlfriends, family, anyone? Are you keeping in touch?
Eh, not really. Don’t have many as it is. I wad staying with Lestrade for a while, but I haven’t talked to him recently. ( /looks off, lost in thought )
(/allows him to be lost in thought, talks softly) I stayed in South Africa for a time. Cape Town. It was lovely. And then I got the news…
( /sips his water, looking off ) Never been. I’m.. Sorry that you were pulled away from your life for something like that…
Don’t be. It wasn’t a real life, anyway. (/opens her clutch and pulls out a passport) I’ve been living under the name Anna Ingram. (/opens the passport and shows him the picture) Not my most flattering shot, but it’ll get me anywhere I need to go.
Regardless. To be pulled away from anything for something like this is… ( /looks off, thinking ) Far from ideal, don’t you think? ( /looks back to her and at the photo. Of course, she was just as beautiful as always ) You don’t have to worry about flattery. You look fine, Ms. Adler.
I have to ask, though.. Mycroft told me you were dead. And he was sure about it this time. How on Earth did you manage to pull it off?
(/smiles a little at his compliment and sips her water. Closes the passport and puts it away) And Mycroft would have made double sure. (/gives him a rather intense look) You’re not going to tell him, are you? Because I truly doubt he’d be pleased.
Of course I won’t. I haven’t spoken to him since before what happened. He showed up to his funeral for but 5 minutes and didn’t speak to anyone. I will never forgive him and I think he knows that. ( /scoffs, dismissing it ) Although, I would like to know how you survived.. I won’t say anything if that’s what you’re worried about.
(/looks him over, small nod of approval) I know you won’t. You’re a good man, Dr. Watson. He trusted you more than anyone else— even his brother. (/deep breath) I knew I was going to die. They took me to an empty car park and put me on my knees. I asked to be allowed to send one more message, just one more. I don’t know why they let me; I like to imagine they weren’t totally merciless. I sent my message, my note to Sherlock. I closed my eyes, and waited. And then… I heard a noise- just a soft, tiny sigh. I opened my eyes and he was there. Holding the sword they were going to use to kill me. (/blinking quite a bit, trying not to smear her makeup) I don’t know why he did it. I would never have asked him to, but he did. (/gets a tissue from her clutch and dabs) Do forgive me, I’m a little…
I know he did. Although, I’m not quite sure why he did. I mean, in the end, it didn’t really matter that much, did it? ( /frowns, looking down and away )
( /listens intently to her story, trying to imagine what it must have been like for her ) He would do something like that… ( /sadly smiles a bit ) I suppose that proves that you were quite special to him. I’d feel honored, if I were you. If you think about it though, it’s not hard to figure out why he did it, is it? You don’t have to apologize.. I know what you’re going through, remember? ( /reaches into his pocket and careful fiddles with Sherlock’s small magnifying glass )
(/dabbing quite a lot) Do you really think he… felt… (/shakes head) I don’t understand him. I thought I did. He proved me wrong. Then I thought he hated me, and he proved me wrong again. And then this— (/very deep breath) I owe him everything, and I’ll never be able to repay him.
He was a very confusing man, wasn’t he? I’m not sure even I understood him completely. I suppose I can say that I understood him to a point, but… Sometimes I don’t think even he understood himself.
I don’t think… He could ever hate you. ( /looks off, clearing his throat )
(/blinks) Really? What makes you think that?
It’s obvious, isn’t it? You were… The only one he showed emotion for.. He seemed to really… Care for you. ( /looks down, running his finger around the rim of his glass, his eyes showing a hint of jealousy )
(/notices, leans forward a bit and gives him a rather intense look) I can name one other.
(/sensing a dire need to change the subject, but can’t) We all wish there was something we could have done but… (/much dabbing)
What do you do to take your mind off of it?
Yes, well. I should have and could have done more… ( /sips his water )
There’s not much I can do to take…
(/listens to him calmly) I have seen them. I think they’re wonderful. I’ve got one in my room, actually. (/sips her water) Don’t throw the things away. I wouldn’t. Do you think Mycroft would want any of them? Maybe there’s a school you could donate to.
I don’t want to give them to anyone.. That’s the big problem. I can’t bring myself to do it. ( /sighs, scratching the back of his head )
You don’t have to give any of it away, do you? Is there a will?
( /rushes in through the door, shaking off the rain that had soaked his hair ) Ah.. Table six, I think it was. ( /makes his way through the restaurant, finding table six ) Ms. Adler. ( /smiles at the familiar face ) It has been a while.
(/smiles a bit…
(/eyes down) I know the feeling. (/looks back at him, attempting a pleasant face) I don’t think I’ve ever been here before. Is this one of your favourites? (/is determined to stay calm if it kills her. Is also quite aware of the internal walls he has up.)
Yes, it was actually.. It was the first place I ate out at when I met Sherlock. We came here the night of our first case together. ( /winces and gently rubs his knee ) We used to eat here together on occasion; Sherlock and me. It’s quite good. ( /looks off, trying to remain away from the seemingly inevitable subject of death )
(/thinks of a hundred things to say and yet can’t say one) I know it’s good, then… (/Notices him rubbing his knee and frowns, somewhat grateful for the distraction) Do you want anything for that knee? I have ibuprofen in my bag.
It’s one of the only restaurants that I’ve ever actually seen him eat in. Usually when he ate, it was back at the flat but… ( /looks off, getting a bit lost in thought ) Hm? ( /shakes his head to clear his mind and looks back at her with a weak smile ) No, I’ll be fine. I can handle it.
(/would make a comment praising him for his devotion, feels that now is not the time. Returns the smile, equally weakly.) Are you sure? You don’t have to tough it out, I won’t think any less of you.
( /nods a bit, taking a small drink of the water in front of him ) Yeah, I’ll be fine. It was my own fault, anyway. Leaving the flat without my cane. If it gets too bad, I may take you up on that offer, though.
(/softly) I don’t remember you having a cane. Have you always had one?
( /looks at her ) Oh, yes.. I had one back before I met Sherlock. I was able to stop using it for a while but.. I’ve had to start again.
(/sees the correlation and does not push. Tries to change the subject) What else is new in your life? Friends, girlfriends, family, anyone? Are you keeping in touch?
Eh, not really. Don’t have many as it is. I wad staying with Lestrade for a while, but I haven’t talked to him recently. ( /looks off, lost in thought )
(/allows him to be lost in thought, talks softly) I stayed in South Africa for a time. Cape Town. It was lovely. And then I got the news…
( /sips his water, looking off ) Never been. I’m.. Sorry that you were pulled away from your life for something like that…
Don’t be. It wasn’t a real life, anyway. (/opens her clutch and pulls out a passport) I’ve been living under the name Anna Ingram. (/opens the passport and shows him the picture) Not my most flattering shot, but it’ll get me anywhere I need to go.
Regardless. To be pulled away from anything for something like this is… ( /looks off, thinking ) Far from ideal, don’t you think? ( /looks back to her and at the photo. Of course, she was just as beautiful as always ) You don’t have to worry about flattery. You look fine, Ms. Adler.
I have to ask, though.. Mycroft told me you were dead. And he was sure about it this time. How on Earth did you manage to pull it off?
(/smiles a little at his compliment and sips her water. Closes the passport and puts it away) And Mycroft would have made double sure. (/gives him a rather intense look) You’re not going to tell him, are you? Because I truly doubt he’d be pleased.
Of course I won’t. I haven’t spoken to him since before what happened. He showed up to his funeral for but 5 minutes and didn’t speak to anyone. I will never forgive him and I think he knows that. ( /scoffs, dismissing it ) Although, I would like to know how you survived.. I won’t say anything if that’s what you’re worried about.
(/looks him over, small nod of approval) I know you won’t. You’re a good man, Dr. Watson. He trusted you more than anyone else— even his brother. (/deep breath) I knew I was going to die. They took me to an empty car park and put me on my knees. I asked to be allowed to send one more message, just one more. I don’t know why they let me; I like to imagine they weren’t totally merciless. I sent my message, my note to Sherlock. I closed my eyes, and waited. And then… I heard a noise- just a soft, tiny sigh. I opened my eyes and he was there. Holding the sword they were going to use to kill me. (/blinking quite a bit, trying not to smear her makeup) I don’t know why he did it. I would never have asked him to, but he did. (/gets a tissue from her clutch and dabs) Do forgive me, I’m a little…
I know he did. Although, I’m not quite sure why he did. I mean, in the end, it didn’t really matter that much, did it? ( /frowns, looking down and away )
( /listens intently to her story, trying to imagine what it must have been like for her ) He would do something like that… ( /sadly smiles a bit ) I suppose that proves that you were quite special to him. I’d feel honored, if I were you. If you think about it though, it’s not hard to figure out why he did it, is it? You don’t have to apologize.. I know what you’re going through, remember? ( /reaches into his pocket and careful fiddles with Sherlock’s small magnifying glass )
(/dabbing quite a lot) Do you really think he… felt… (/shakes head) I don’t understand him. I thought I did. He proved me wrong. Then I thought he hated me, and he proved me wrong again. And then this— (/very deep breath) I owe him everything, and I’ll never be able to repay him.
He was a very confusing man, wasn’t he? I’m not sure even I understood him completely. I suppose I can say that I understood him to a point, but… Sometimes I don’t think even he understood himself.
I don’t think… He could ever hate you. ( /looks off, clearing his throat )
(/blinks) Really? What makes you think that?
It’s obvious, isn’t it? You were… The only one he showed emotion for.. He seemed to really… Care for you. ( /looks down, running his finger around the rim of his glass, his eyes showing a hint of jealousy )
(/notices, leans forward a bit and gives him a rather intense look) I can name one other.
( /scoffs a bit, smiling ) Is that right? ( /quickly rubs his eyes and looks off again ) Not so sure about that, sometimes.
I’m sure he cared about you. If it had to be anyone, it’d be you. (/starts dabbing again) Read your own blog. You’re practically part of him. His better half, if you like.
( /laughs a bit shaking his head ) He was… My best friend. I don’t know if I’d consider myself his better half, though. I tried so hard but… I couldn’t talk him down.
Don’t… (/sets her hand on the table) Don’t think that way. (/blinking quite a bit) What a pair we are. (/sad smile) The rest of the world keeps turning, but our worlds have stopped and we can’t quite find our way back again.
I can’t help but think that if I would have done something more, I could have stopped this.
Yes, but… In a way, he was ours. At least, he was mine. I didn’t do anything before I met him and now.. I may as well be right back where I started. ( /turning on that army man front )
(/sensing a dire need to change the subject, but can’t) We all wish there was something we could have done but… (/much dabbing)
What do you do to take your mind off of it?
( /rushes in through the door, shaking off the rain that had soaked his hair ) Ah.. Table six, I think it was. ( /makes his way through the restaurant, finding table six ) Ms. Adler. ( /smiles at the familiar face ) It has been a while.
(/smiles a bit…
(/eyes down) I know the feeling. (/looks back at him, attempting a pleasant face) I don’t think I’ve ever been here before. Is this one of your favourites? (/is determined to stay calm if it kills her. Is also quite aware of the internal walls he has up.)
Yes, it was actually.. It was the first place I ate out at when I met Sherlock. We came here the night of our first case together. ( /winces and gently rubs his knee ) We used to eat here together on occasion; Sherlock and me. It’s quite good. ( /looks off, trying to remain away from the seemingly inevitable subject of death )
(/thinks of a hundred things to say and yet can’t say one) I know it’s good, then… (/Notices him rubbing his knee and frowns, somewhat grateful for the distraction) Do you want anything for that knee? I have ibuprofen in my bag.
It’s one of the only restaurants that I’ve ever actually seen him eat in. Usually when he ate, it was back at the flat but… ( /looks off, getting a bit lost in thought ) Hm? ( /shakes his head to clear his mind and looks back at her with a weak smile ) No, I’ll be fine. I can handle it.
(/would make a comment praising him for his devotion, feels that now is not the time. Returns the smile, equally weakly.) Are you sure? You don’t have to tough it out, I won’t think any less of you.
( /nods a bit, taking a small drink of the water in front of him ) Yeah, I’ll be fine. It was my own fault, anyway. Leaving the flat without my cane. If it gets too bad, I may take you up on that offer, though.
(/softly) I don’t remember you having a cane. Have you always had one?
( /looks at her ) Oh, yes.. I had one back before I met Sherlock. I was able to stop using it for a while but.. I’ve had to start again.
(/sees the correlation and does not push. Tries to change the subject) What else is new in your life? Friends, girlfriends, family, anyone? Are you keeping in touch?
Eh, not really. Don’t have many as it is. I wad staying with Lestrade for a while, but I haven’t talked to him recently. ( /looks off, lost in thought )
(/allows him to be lost in thought, talks softly) I stayed in South Africa for a time. Cape Town. It was lovely. And then I got the news…
( /sips his water, looking off ) Never been. I’m.. Sorry that you were pulled away from your life for something like that…
Don’t be. It wasn’t a real life, anyway. (/opens her clutch and pulls out a passport) I’ve been living under the name Anna Ingram. (/opens the passport and shows him the picture) Not my most flattering shot, but it’ll get me anywhere I need to go.
Regardless. To be pulled away from anything for something like this is… ( /looks off, thinking ) Far from ideal, don’t you think? ( /looks back to her and at the photo. Of course, she was just as beautiful as always ) You don’t have to worry about flattery. You look fine, Ms. Adler.
I have to ask, though.. Mycroft told me you were dead. And he was sure about it this time. How on Earth did you manage to pull it off?
(/smiles a little at his compliment and sips her water. Closes the passport and puts it away) And Mycroft would have made double sure. (/gives him a rather intense look) You’re not going to tell him, are you? Because I truly doubt he’d be pleased.
Of course I won’t. I haven’t spoken to him since before what happened. He showed up to his funeral for but 5 minutes and didn’t speak to anyone. I will never forgive him and I think he knows that. ( /scoffs, dismissing it ) Although, I would like to know how you survived.. I won’t say anything if that’s what you’re worried about.
(/looks him over, small nod of approval) I know you won’t. You’re a good man, Dr. Watson. He trusted you more than anyone else— even his brother. (/deep breath) I knew I was going to die. They took me to an empty car park and put me on my knees. I asked to be allowed to send one more message, just one more. I don’t know why they let me; I like to imagine they weren’t totally merciless. I sent my message, my note to Sherlock. I closed my eyes, and waited. And then… I heard a noise- just a soft, tiny sigh. I opened my eyes and he was there. Holding the sword they were going to use to kill me. (/blinking quite a bit, trying not to smear her makeup) I don’t know why he did it. I would never have asked him to, but he did. (/gets a tissue from her clutch and dabs) Do forgive me, I’m a little…
I know he did. Although, I’m not quite sure why he did. I mean, in the end, it didn’t really matter that much, did it? ( /frowns, looking down and away )
( /listens intently to her story, trying to imagine what it must have been like for her ) He would do something like that… ( /sadly smiles a bit ) I suppose that proves that you were quite special to him. I’d feel honored, if I were you. If you think about it though, it’s not hard to figure out why he did it, is it? You don’t have to apologize.. I know what you’re going through, remember? ( /reaches into his pocket and careful fiddles with Sherlock’s small magnifying glass )
(/dabbing quite a lot) Do you really think he… felt… (/shakes head) I don’t understand him. I thought I did. He proved me wrong. Then I thought he hated me, and he proved me wrong again. And then this— (/very deep breath) I owe him everything, and I’ll never be able to repay him.
He was a very confusing man, wasn’t he? I’m not sure even I understood him completely. I suppose I can say that I understood him to a point, but… Sometimes I don’t think even he understood himself.
I don’t think… He could ever hate you. ( /looks off, clearing his throat )
(/blinks) Really? What makes you think that?
It’s obvious, isn’t it? You were… The only one he showed emotion for.. He seemed to really… Care for you. ( /looks down, running his finger around the rim of his glass, his eyes showing a hint of jealousy )
(/notices, leans forward a bit and gives him a rather intense look) I can name one other.
( /scoffs a bit, smiling ) Is that right? ( /quickly rubs his eyes and looks off again ) Not so sure about that, sometimes.
I’m sure he cared about you. If it had to be anyone, it’d be you. (/starts dabbing again) Read your own blog. You’re practically part of him. His better half, if you like.
( /rushes in through the door, shaking off the rain that had soaked his hair ) Ah.. Table six, I think it was. ( /makes his way through the restaurant, finding table six ) Ms. Adler. ( /smiles at the familiar face ) It has been a while.
(/smiles a bit…
(/eyes down) I know the feeling. (/looks back at him, attempting a pleasant face) I don’t think I’ve ever been here before. Is this one of your favourites? (/is determined to stay calm if it kills her. Is also quite aware of the internal walls he has up.)
Yes, it was actually.. It was the first place I ate out at when I met Sherlock. We came here the night of our first case together. ( /winces and gently rubs his knee ) We used to eat here together on occasion; Sherlock and me. It’s quite good. ( /looks off, trying to remain away from the seemingly inevitable subject of death )
(/thinks of a hundred things to say and yet can’t say one) I know it’s good, then… (/Notices him rubbing his knee and frowns, somewhat grateful for the distraction) Do you want anything for that knee? I have ibuprofen in my bag.
It’s one of the only restaurants that I’ve ever actually seen him eat in. Usually when he ate, it was back at the flat but… ( /looks off, getting a bit lost in thought ) Hm? ( /shakes his head to clear his mind and looks back at her with a weak smile ) No, I’ll be fine. I can handle it.
(/would make a comment praising him for his devotion, feels that now is not the time. Returns the smile, equally weakly.) Are you sure? You don’t have to tough it out, I won’t think any less of you.
( /nods a bit, taking a small drink of the water in front of him ) Yeah, I’ll be fine. It was my own fault, anyway. Leaving the flat without my cane. If it gets too bad, I may take you up on that offer, though.
(/softly) I don’t remember you having a cane. Have you always had one?
( /looks at her ) Oh, yes.. I had one back before I met Sherlock. I was able to stop using it for a while but.. I’ve had to start again.
(/sees the correlation and does not push. Tries to change the subject) What else is new in your life? Friends, girlfriends, family, anyone? Are you keeping in touch?
Eh, not really. Don’t have many as it is. I wad staying with Lestrade for a while, but I haven’t talked to him recently. ( /looks off, lost in thought )
(/allows him to be lost in thought, talks softly) I stayed in South Africa for a time. Cape Town. It was lovely. And then I got the news…
( /sips his water, looking off ) Never been. I’m.. Sorry that you were pulled away from your life for something like that…
Don’t be. It wasn’t a real life, anyway. (/opens her clutch and pulls out a passport) I’ve been living under the name Anna Ingram. (/opens the passport and shows him the picture) Not my most flattering shot, but it’ll get me anywhere I need to go.
Regardless. To be pulled away from anything for something like this is… ( /looks off, thinking ) Far from ideal, don’t you think? ( /looks back to her and at the photo. Of course, she was just as beautiful as always ) You don’t have to worry about flattery. You look fine, Ms. Adler.
I have to ask, though.. Mycroft told me you were dead. And he was sure about it this time. How on Earth did you manage to pull it off?
(/smiles a little at his compliment and sips her water. Closes the passport and puts it away) And Mycroft would have made double sure. (/gives him a rather intense look) You’re not going to tell him, are you? Because I truly doubt he’d be pleased.
Of course I won’t. I haven’t spoken to him since before what happened. He showed up to his funeral for but 5 minutes and didn’t speak to anyone. I will never forgive him and I think he knows that. ( /scoffs, dismissing it ) Although, I would like to know how you survived.. I won’t say anything if that’s what you’re worried about.
(/looks him over, small nod of approval) I know you won’t. You’re a good man, Dr. Watson. He trusted you more than anyone else— even his brother. (/deep breath) I knew I was going to die. They took me to an empty car park and put me on my knees. I asked to be allowed to send one more message, just one more. I don’t know why they let me; I like to imagine they weren’t totally merciless. I sent my message, my note to Sherlock. I closed my eyes, and waited. And then… I heard a noise- just a soft, tiny sigh. I opened my eyes and he was there. Holding the sword they were going to use to kill me. (/blinking quite a bit, trying not to smear her makeup) I don’t know why he did it. I would never have asked him to, but he did. (/gets a tissue from her clutch and dabs) Do forgive me, I’m a little…
I know he did. Although, I’m not quite sure why he did. I mean, in the end, it didn’t really matter that much, did it? ( /frowns, looking down and away )
( /listens intently to her story, trying to imagine what it must have been like for her ) He would do something like that… ( /sadly smiles a bit ) I suppose that proves that you were quite special to him. I’d feel honored, if I were you. If you think about it though, it’s not hard to figure out why he did it, is it? You don’t have to apologize.. I know what you’re going through, remember? ( /reaches into his pocket and careful fiddles with Sherlock’s small magnifying glass )
(/dabbing quite a lot) Do you really think he… felt… (/shakes head) I don’t understand him. I thought I did. He proved me wrong. Then I thought he hated me, and he proved me wrong again. And then this— (/very deep breath) I owe him everything, and I’ll never be able to repay him.
He was a very confusing man, wasn’t he? I’m not sure even I understood him completely. I suppose I can say that I understood him to a point, but… Sometimes I don’t think even he understood himself.
I don’t think… He could ever hate you. ( /looks off, clearing his throat )
(/blinks) Really? What makes you think that?
( /rushes in through the door, shaking off the rain that had soaked his hair ) Ah.. Table six, I think it was. ( /makes his way through the restaurant, finding table six ) Ms. Adler. ( /smiles at the familiar face ) It has been a while.
(/smiles a bit…
(/eyes down) I know the feeling. (/looks back at him, attempting a pleasant face) I don’t think I’ve ever been here before. Is this one of your favourites? (/is determined to stay calm if it kills her. Is also quite aware of the internal walls he has up.)
Yes, it was actually.. It was the first place I ate out at when I met Sherlock. We came here the night of our first case together. ( /winces and gently rubs his knee ) We used to eat here together on occasion; Sherlock and me. It’s quite good. ( /looks off, trying to remain away from the seemingly inevitable subject of death )
(/thinks of a hundred things to say and yet can’t say one) I know it’s good, then… (/Notices him rubbing his knee and frowns, somewhat grateful for the distraction) Do you want anything for that knee? I have ibuprofen in my bag.
It’s one of the only restaurants that I’ve ever actually seen him eat in. Usually when he ate, it was back at the flat but… ( /looks off, getting a bit lost in thought ) Hm? ( /shakes his head to clear his mind and looks back at her with a weak smile ) No, I’ll be fine. I can handle it.
(/would make a comment praising him for his devotion, feels that now is not the time. Returns the smile, equally weakly.) Are you sure? You don’t have to tough it out, I won’t think any less of you.
( /nods a bit, taking a small drink of the water in front of him ) Yeah, I’ll be fine. It was my own fault, anyway. Leaving the flat without my cane. If it gets too bad, I may take you up on that offer, though.
(/softly) I don’t remember you having a cane. Have you always had one?
( /looks at her ) Oh, yes.. I had one back before I met Sherlock. I was able to stop using it for a while but.. I’ve had to start again.
(/sees the correlation and does not push. Tries to change the subject) What else is new in your life? Friends, girlfriends, family, anyone? Are you keeping in touch?
Eh, not really. Don’t have many as it is. I wad staying with Lestrade for a while, but I haven’t talked to him recently. ( /looks off, lost in thought )
(/allows him to be lost in thought, talks softly) I stayed in South Africa for a time. Cape Town. It was lovely. And then I got the news…
( /sips his water, looking off ) Never been. I’m.. Sorry that you were pulled away from your life for something like that…
Don’t be. It wasn’t a real life, anyway. (/opens her clutch and pulls out a passport) I’ve been living under the name Anna Ingram. (/opens the passport and shows him the picture) Not my most flattering shot, but it’ll get me anywhere I need to go.
Regardless. To be pulled away from anything for something like this is… ( /looks off, thinking ) Far from ideal, don’t you think? ( /looks back to her and at the photo. Of course, she was just as beautiful as always ) You don’t have to worry about flattery. You look fine, Ms. Adler.
I have to ask, though.. Mycroft told me you were dead. And he was sure about it this time. How on Earth did you manage to pull it off?
(/smiles a little at his compliment and sips her water. Closes the passport and puts it away) And Mycroft would have made double sure. (/gives him a rather intense look) You’re not going to tell him, are you? Because I truly doubt he’d be pleased.
Of course I won’t. I haven’t spoken to him since before what happened. He showed up to his funeral for but 5 minutes and didn’t speak to anyone. I will never forgive him and I think he knows that. ( /scoffs, dismissing it ) Although, I would like to know how you survived.. I won’t say anything if that’s what you’re worried about.
(/looks him over, small nod of approval) I know you won’t. You’re a good man, Dr. Watson. He trusted you more than anyone else— even his brother. (/deep breath) I knew I was going to die. They took me to an empty car park and put me on my knees. I asked to be allowed to send one more message, just one more. I don’t know why they let me; I like to imagine they weren’t totally merciless. I sent my message, my note to Sherlock. I closed my eyes, and waited. And then… I heard a noise- just a soft, tiny sigh. I opened my eyes and he was there. Holding the sword they were going to use to kill me. (/blinking quite a bit, trying not to smear her makeup) I don’t know why he did it. I would never have asked him to, but he did. (/gets a tissue from her clutch and dabs) Do forgive me, I’m a little…
I know he did. Although, I’m not quite sure why he did. I mean, in the end, it didn’t really matter that much, did it? ( /frowns, looking down and away )
( /listens intently to her story, trying to imagine what it must have been like for her ) He would do something like that… ( /sadly smiles a bit ) I suppose that proves that you were quite special to him. I’d feel honored, if I were you. If you think about it though, it’s not hard to figure out why he did it, is it? You don’t have to apologize.. I know what you’re going through, remember? ( /reaches into his pocket and careful fiddles with Sherlock’s small magnifying glass )
(/dabbing quite a lot) Do you really think he… felt… (/shakes head) I don’t understand him. I thought I did. He proved me wrong. Then I thought he hated me, and he proved me wrong again. And then this— (/very deep breath) I owe him everything, and I’ll never be able to repay him.
