- S.H

she  had  to  admit,  she  liked  this  guy  already.  he  wasn’t  an  idiot  like  most  people  and  he  seemed  to  just  KNOW  things  already,  which  made  conversation  much  easier.  she  laughed  when  he  had  said  that  her  former  foster  parents  were  INCAPABLE  of  taking  care  of  her.  “pretty  sure  they  were  the  least  capable  of  taking  care  of  me  this  entire  time.”  pj  replied  with  before  sighing.  “my  biological  parents  died  when  i  was  a  toddler,  and  my  aunt  and  uncle  didn’t  want  me  so  they  just  put  me  up  for  adoption.  now  i’m  here.” she  shrugged.  “it’s  cool  though,  kinda  used  to  being  tossed  aside  like  trash.  kind  of  comes  with  the  territory  of  being  a  kid  who  just  happened  to  be  born  intersex.”  

she  hums  for  a  moment.  “just  make  sure  the  potential  parents  aren’t  completely  incompetent  though..  that  trait  is  annoying.”

John wasn´t even SURE what he had expected. He knew Sherlock inside out, and yet he always went and hoped for a CHANGE somehow. Really, he ought to know better by now. Still, it ANNOYED him more than he would have liked to admit. Especially in front of Sherlock. At the sudden blame, John simply raised an EYEBROW. “Well, will you call at a reasonable HOUR? You know, like normal people would?” He quipped back with a shake of his head. “For heaven´s sake, Sherlock. AT LEAST send a text?!”

pj  thought  she  was  going  to  DIE  at  the  hands  of  the  psychos  who  she  had  been  calling  her  parents.  she’d  been  just  minding  her  own  business  when  she  was  TAKEN  into  the  basement  of  her  home  and  tied  down.  she  didn’t  understand  what  was  happening  until  suddenly  her  ankles  were  being  slashed  open  and  her  BLOOD  was  being  collected.

and  then  suddenly  there  was  NOTHING.  just  silence.  just  unconsciousness  and  a  sense  of  peace.  it  was  terrifying  to  have  nothing  but  yourself  and  your  thoughts  and  not  knowing  for  sure  if  you  were  DEAD.  of  course,  then  there  were  sirens,  a  telltale  sign  that  she  was  in  fact  still  among  the  living.  so  there  was  a  bright  side  to  all  of  it.

and  now…  she  was  awake.  weak  but  awake,  nonetheless.  she  clears  her  throat,  nodding  her  head.  “yes.  i’m  in  a  hospital  in  london.”  she  responds  with,  her  voice  annoyingly  gruff  from  disuse.  “if  you’re  wondering  if  i  remember  what  happened,  i  do.  my  foster  dad  went  postal  and  decided  to  kill  me…  or  attempted  to,  rather.  shame  he  missed  the  correct  arteries  to  do  so.”

she  sighs  and  closes  her  eyes  briefly.  “ probably  worse  than  finding  out  i  have  biological  family  members  who  didn’t  want  me,  which  is  how  i  got  in  this  situation  to  begin  with.”

don’t   lie   to   me.   the   words   ECHOED   in   his   mind   for   a   moment   and   stopped   him   short.   “you   must   have   me   confused   for   someone   else   stark.”   was   his   reply   because   when   has   sherlock   ever   censored   himself   to   SPARE   someone   else’s   feelings?   even   when   it   was   tony’s.   he   may   deliver   the   bad   news   in   a   gentler   approach   for   tony,   but   he   NEVER   lied   to   him.   still   he   didn’t   answer   tony’s   original   question   right   away.   instead,   he   headed   over   to   make   himself   a   cup   of   tea.   he   handed   over   the   papers   from   his   appointment   with   the   doctor’s   notes   on   it,   “there   was   A   BIT   of   internal   bleeding,   which   was   the   reason   for   the   extended   stay,   but   i’ve   been   released   on   the   condition   that   i   take   it   easy.”   he   merely   shook   his   head,   as   if   that   was   going   to   happen   with   his   job.   “i’ve   been   WARNED   that   if   i   end   up   back   there,   i’ll   be   staying   until   after   i’m   100%   healed   to   my   doctor’s   satisfaction.”   the   disdain   was   clear,   sherlock   did   NOT   like   being   holed   up   in   a   hospital.

'Where do you want to be in ten years time?'

'Do you have a goal in mind that you fear you just can't reach?'

'Why do you think that you are undeserving of basic human kindness?'

'What is your deepest fear?'

'What was the worst thing someone has ever said to you?'

'What do you love best about yourself?'

'Have you ever woken up and not wanted to get out of bed?'

'Why do you always compare yourself to everyone else around you?'

'Why are you crying?'

'What do you wish for, when you blow out the candles on your birthday cake?'

'How do you really feel for me?'

'What was the worst lie you ever told someone?'

'Have you ever committed a crime?'

'Have you ever betrayed a friend?'

'If you could kill someone without consequences, would you?'

'Would you ever betray someone for financial gain?'

'What is holding you back from being your best?'

'Are you afraid of me?'

'Do you feel vulnerable, when you are near me?'

'Are you in love with someone at this moment?'

'When you look at me, what do you think about?'

'What was your first impression of me, being honest?'

'What did you want to be, when you were a child?'

'What was the greatest mistake you ever made?'

'Are you being bullied?'

'Where did that bruise come from?'

'Why are you trembling?'

'What did you dream about last night?'

'If you could say anything to me right now without fear of offending me, what would you say?'

'What's been up with you, recently?'

he   FELT   john’s   presence   in   a   sense,   but   didn’t   look   at   him.   there   were   few   people   that   would   have   called   john   to   inform   him   of   sherlock’s   whereabouts.   sherlock   was   standing   on   the   sidewalk,   STARING   at   the   newest   dead   body   that   had   become   a   victim   of   this   case.   he   walked   around   the   body   slowly,   looking   around   at   the   BYSTANDERS   mingling   with   one   another.   his   eyebrows   were   pushed   together   as   his   face   PINCHED   in   a   frown.   there   was   something   off   about   this   case   that   he   just   couldn’t   shake.   when   john   spoke,   sherlock   almost   SCOFFED.   he   whipped   around   to   face   him   and   nearly   smirked   at   his   friend,   “would   you   have   ANSWERED   this   time?”

he   didn’t   THINK   that   there   would   be   this   big   of   a   blowout.   he   had   a   job   to   do   and   he   had   done   WHATEVER   was   necessary   to   accomplish   it.   and   now   here   they   were,   standing   on   opposite   ends   of   the   room,   emotions   constantly   shifting,   adrenaline   PUMPING,   and   tension   so   thick   it   was   suffocating.   like   most   times   when   sherlock   was   in   these   types   of   SITUATIONS,   he   knew   that   he   was   in   the   wrong,   but   he’s   never   given   thought   to   how   people   would   feel   in   response   to   his   stunts.   tony   was   DIFFERENT   though.   he   was   often   informed   that   he   himself   didn’t   have   a   heart,   but   these   people   were   wrong.   they   were   wrong   because   his   heart   had   brown   hair   and   CHOCOLATE   eyes,   his   heart   was   a   scientific   mastermind,   his   heart   always   wore   glasses   and   created   technology   that   the   universe   has   NEVER   seen   before.   his   heart   was   named   TONY   STARK.   and   right   now   tony   was   staring   at   him   with   a   hurtful   expression   and   looking   for   answers   sherlock   couldn’t   give.   his   mouth   opened   and   words   tumbled   out   with   a   VULNERABILITY   that   sherlock   hadn’t   shown   anyone   in   years,   “i’m   SO   sorry   tony,   i’ll   never   do   anything   like   that   again.”