#ippowrites

Stranger: 'Matt, I've been attacked. Don't panic, I'm ok-ish. VWH' Victoria took a deep shaky breath and sat down on the pavement, slumping against the wall. She hadn't expected that to happen at all and it terrified her.

You: When Matt read the text, the first thing he did was panic. Victoria had always been a target for criminals, especially since she was the daughter of the great Sherlock Holmes. He wasn't even supposed to talk to her, have anything to do with her. Yet, here he was, yelling at a cabbie to start driving to an unknown destination. "What? Where are you? I'm already on my way. MMM"

Stranger: 'Near Harrods, in one of the alleyways. VWH' Vic put her phone in her lap and put her aching head in her hands, she shouldn't be getting Matt to come get her, she should have just walked to the nearest hospital but that was too far for her to walk in this state. She was knocked unconscious when they were attacking her, so she tried to remember what they actually did.

You: Matthew told the driver Harrods, which was in the opposite direction, and leaned back against the seat. He sighed heavily, dropping his head into his hands. He was always protecting her, wanting to help her when he could. The soldier in him had the need to protect, especially someone he cared about. He shook his head, fighting back angry tears. No, he shouldn't care about Victoria. His father had always seen him as a disappointment, had wanted him to be smart and cunning, like his other dad had been. But Jim was gone, dead, and his father had raised him to replace him. He watched the street signs, waiting for what seemed like hours for the one he needed to show up. Matt didn't want to be like Jim though. He had barely even known the man. They arrived and Matthew threw an unknown amount of money at the man before sprinting from the car, screaming down the alleys, "VICTORIA!" His head was swimming with concern.

Stranger: Victoria heard Matt screaming her name and she looked up to see him at the end of alley. "H-Here." She said as loud as she could but her voice was hoarse from crying and screaming. She should just tell him to go, tell him to run in the other direction. She knew he was going to get into trouble from this, she knew what his dad wanted from him and she knew that if he continued to save her like this, everything was going to get worse for him. Vic had the intelligence of Sherlock, the caring personality of John but she was still herself, she was a caring, basically innocent girl who always had people after her.

You: Matthew whips around at the weak sound of her voice. He runs to her, dropping to his knees by her side. He has no words as he looks at her, emotions filling his head. 'Damn it!' he thinks. He wasn't there for her, he couldn't protect her and now she was hurt and possibly worse. He pulls her into his lap, holding her gently. "What were you thinking, wandering off like that?!" he whispers. "I was so worried. You nearly got yourself killed. I'm here now, I'll save you." He lifts her gently, bridal style, holding her close to his chest. He knows people, people that owe him favors. People that will get her to a hospital faster than an ambulance. It means his father will here about it, but he hasn't looked for his father's approval since he moved out.

Stranger: Victoria wrapped her good arm around his neck, sobbing against his shoulder. "I-I'm sorry, I don't know what happened, Matt." She whimpered against his shoulder. She hated him seeing her like this, she was completely broken. She couldn't tell where she had been hurt because she had sharp shoot and dull aches of pain running all through her body. She realised how much she needed him, he was the only person that could look after her and calm her down. Once she moved out from living with her dads, she bought a flat near Matt's and whenever she was having a rough day, he would come over and look after until she was better.

You: He texted his people and sure enough, only a minute later, a sleek black car arrived in front of the alley. He slipped in the back, still holding her. A man sat next to them and one drove. They said nothing as they sped through the London streets. He pet Victoria's blonde curls, trying to comfort her. He put his lips down to the top of her head, kissing her softly and murmuring songs that she had always liked. He was a musician, after all. It calmed her and for a minute, he was worried she had fallen asleep, but he saw her eyes flutter when his song stopped.

Stranger: She looked up at him and gave him a weak smile, he was the only thing that stopped her from jumping out of the moving car. She hated hospitals and then men in the car with them terrified he, no doubt they knew who her father was. She leaned against his chest, sitting firmly in his lap. She didn't want to move, she was comfortable there. She wondered what he was thinking, what was he going to do? She knew him well but he always seemed deep in thought.

Stranger: *and the men

You: They arrived outside the hospital and the man sitting beside them hopped out and opened the door from the other side for him. He stood up, not meeting the man's eyes, but as he walked from the car he heard him say, "Mr. Moran would like to speak with you later." Matthew didn't even look back, keeping a hard expression on his face. He felt Victoria grip his shirt. She had either heard him or was nervous about going into the hospital. He whispered to her, "Don't worry, I'm here. I won't leave you, I promise." Doctors and nurses came rushing over as they entered, taking Victoria from his arms and gingerly placing her on the stretcher. He held her hand, refusing to let go as they began to wheel her down the corridor.

Stranger: Victoria's breath caught in her throat as they wheeled her down the corridor, she began to panic. She hated panicking but she couldn't help it, she was terrified of what was going to happen to her and was worried for Matt. She knew what Sebastian could be like, she had met him once and that was a bad experience in it's self. She looked up at Matt, trying to find comfort in his eyes and expression, she squeezed his hand tightly, trying to calm her breathing as it was making her chest hurt.

You: They arrived in a small room full of strange devices. He squeezed back on Victoria's hand, glad she still felt strong. He wanted to smile at her, something, but was too worried himself to do anything but look t her face. It was bruised and bloodied, but alive. Thank God, it was alive. The nurses began to ask her questions, cutting off her torn dress to examine her for other injuries. A doctor inspected her limp arm. Matthew didn't see them though. All he saw was Victoria, breathing, panicking, looking back at him with those startlingly bright blue eyes that weren't always blue.

Stranger: She answered the questions the best she could, just looking at Matt the whole time. She tried not to jump away from the nurses and doctors that were prodding at her body, trying to work out what the extent of her injuries were. She told them that she couldn't remember what they did, the nurses nodded, telling her they would check for other injuries later seen as there were male doctors in the room and Matt was still there. She was too tired and in too much pain to care that she was lying in just her underwear in front of Matt. All she needed was him to be there, she didn't care what the nurses did and if she had lie there naked, she just wouldn't care because it was Matt, the boy that always saved her no matter what.

You: The nurses came back in with a hospital gown and with the help of one of the nurses, Matt steadied Victoria by her arm and allowed her to stand while another nurse slipped it over her body. They eased her into a wheelchair, wheeling her to a room where she could rest for the night. They would still need to check her tomorrow. Matt flinched every time they mentioned the possibility of rape. Not Victoria. Not his best friend. He finally relaxed though, when he looked down at her in the chair. She looked embarrassed, and a bit irritated, to be in it. Now THAT was the Victoria he knew.

Stranger: She looked up at him and rolled her eyes, she was drumming her fingers on the arm of the wheel chair. She didn't want to stay in hospital, she wanted to go and stay with Matt. She didn't want to think about that she could have been raped, that wasn't something she could deal with right now. She wondered if Matt would stay with her for the night but then again he probably had to go speak to his dad, that scared her even more. She didn't want him to get hurt or told off because of her.

Stranger: *she couldn't deal with

You: They arrived at her room and she clambered into the bed on her own this time. She was relaxing a bit, that was good. He pulled a chair over to her and took a seat next to the bed, waiting for the nurse to leave. He heard his phone chirp, knowing it was his dad. He ignored it, putting it on vibrate. He rested his chin on the side of the bed, sighing. "Well, at least your arm isn't broken, just sprained," he murmured. He could feel the exhaustion setting in. Had he been this tired the whole time?

Stranger: She nodded, smiling a little but there were tears in her eyes. Her arm may have just been sprained and she hadn't got a concussion but she had still been attacked or worse, at this point no one knew. She put one hand on his head and combed her fingers through his hair, trying to comfort him as much as she was trying to comfort herself. "Sleep." She told him quietly, looking down at him and trying not to cry. She could let it all out when he was asleep. Why did she have to be so bloody emotional?

You: Matt glanced up at her. He could see the tears there, waiting to fall. Victoria was a strong person, one of the strongest he knew. She was compassionate, yes, but she was also good at keeping her emotions in check. Something she had inhabited from Sherlock. As for himself, he had always been angry. Angry about everything, everyone. He was smart, too. It's why they got along. Two outcasts, over the intellectual spectrum of their peers, whom had come together through unlikely circumstances. He grabbed her hand gently by the wrist, pulling it out his hair and down to his cheek. He leaned into it before letting it drop on the bed. He stood, leaning over her and grabbing her by her shoulders. He stared her down, into her eyes. "I'm not going to sleep until I know you're okay. And I'm not talking about this physical stuff, I'm talking about what's going on in here." He points to her head because pointing to her heart would be cliche and inaccurate. Victoria thinks and feels with her head, he knows that.

You: *out of his

Stranger: Vic looked up at him, her eyes wide. She hadn't expected him to react like that, she bit her lip to stop herself from crying. Why was it now that she had to break? Why couldn't she just stay strong? Of course it was because she had been attacked but also because she was worried about Matt. She was metally swearing at herself for letting herself slip, she was always good at composing herself. She wanted to pull Matt down into a hug, which was new. She had never really wanted that, it usually just happened. Her mind was spinning with emotions and memories, for once she didn't understand why.

You: Matt waited, but she was stubborn. She wasn't going to respond. He sighed, flopping back down into his chair. He thought back to their childhood, or perhaps more accurately, their teenage years. He had a friend who always did drugs that used to talk to him about girls. He found the boy rather obnoxious, but he was the only one besides Victoria that ever even talked to him. He remembered one time that the boy had insisted that Matt liked Victoria more than a friend. Matt denied it, of course, but his friend had insisted. "She's friend-zonin' you man," he had told him. Friend zoned. No, that's silly. The boy had been on more drugs than all of The Beatles combined. But when he glanced at her, his heart skipped a beat and he found himself fighting the urge to take her in his arms and hold her until she felt better.

Stranger: A tear rolled down Vic's cheek, she looked away from him, trying to hide it as best she could. She didn't want him to ever see her like this, she just hated letting her emotions get the better of her. She hadn't really had many other friends apart from Matt, she remember one girl who Matt dated in their late teens for about a year...she hated that year so much, Matt was always too busy to see her because this girl had him wrapped around her little finger. She was such a sly bitch and Vic wished she had never befriended that girl. She used to tease Vic about liking Matt and they she went out with him ,what was that about? She tried to wipe away the tears but they wouldn't stop now.

You: Matt snapped out of his thinking when he saw her crying. Now that he thought about it, he'd only seen Victoria cry two other times. Once, when they were children, and a bully had pushed her over in the sand. Matt had tackled the kid and even though it gave him a bloody nose, the bully never bothered Vic again. The other time she had faked it when they were teenagers to get a teacher to sympathize with her and give her a better grade on something. Matt had personally preferred force when getting better grades, but that wasn't the point right now. Victoria was crying. He stood again, leaning in close to her. "Shhh, don't cry, everything will be alright, I'm here." He touches his forehead to hers, closing his eyes. He can feel his phone vibrate, but he's worlds away from that right now. He opens his eyes again, looking into hers, not moving his head. "Remember when we were just pups and we saw those two girls do a silly best friend handshake? And we thought it was so ridiculous that we came up with our own as a joke? And then we kept doing it anyway? Do you remember it? I do."

Stranger: Victoria looked into his eyes, one of her hands sliding onto his shoulder and the other onto his cheek. "Y-Yes, I remember." She said quietly, smiling as she remembered their stupid handshake that always made her laugh. She rubbed his shoulder subconsciously, still trying to comfort him which was strange. Vic had always been like that though, whenever Matt looked worried, angry or upset she would be right by his side and start to comfort him as much as she could. She remembered when they were teenagers and he had been hurt by one of his friends, she was the only one there for him.

You: He felt the familiar touch of her rubbing her hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort her. He had the fight the urge to frown. No, she needed the comforting right now. His phone buzzed again and he whipped it out his pocket, tossing it across the room. "Victoria... I-I was so worried. I thought I'd lost you. And to find you like that..." He had a hard time finding his words, the right things to say. There were so many things he wanted to say and so much he couldn't. He couldn't bring Victoria more into his world than he already had. He was raised a criminal, a killer. He /had/ killed people before. Victoria was just the opposite. She was meant to solve, save, protect. It was like black being in love with white or the sun being in love with the moon. "I just can't lose you," he whispers.

You: *had to fight

Stranger: She took a deep breath, he always came out with the right things to say in the end, even if it did take a few minutes. Something clicked in her head and she finally realised what she hand wanted all along, ever since they were teenagers she had wanted this but she didn't think that this fuzzy feeling she got when she was around him was anything. She stroked her thumb down his cheekbone, looking deeply into his eyes. "T-Tell me how you feel." She said quietly, still stroking his cheek. Their faces were close and she could feel his breath on her skin, it made her smile.

You: He knew, deep down in the recesses of his mind, that he should leave. Leave right now and never come back. It would hurt, badly, but he should keep her safe. But he was greedy, always had been. "You," he said. Something nagged at him that that wasn't the question she had asked nor was it the proper response to the one she had, but he told that voice to shut up. He leaned in, closing his eyes as he softly kissed her lips. The voice did shut up as well as every other voice, telling him this was wrong, telling him this was right, telling him that two plus two was four. Everything was quiet in his head except for it wasn't. It was loud, too, booming and echoing and burning through his veins. He saw colors he had never seen before, he saw shapes in a dimension too advanced for his own. He saw light and dark and nothing made sense, but it did. Everything made perfect sense, right here, on her lips.

Stranger: She closed her eyes and smiled against his lips, kissing him back. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close, now this was what she had always wanted and needed. All the years of seeing him other girls and not understanding the jealousy that coursed through her. Suddenly as their lips touched, everything went into it's rightful place, the pain dulled and her mind stopped spinning. It was more perfect than she could describe, that feeling of finally belonging, finally knowing what she had been missing her whole life. She would never be able to describe this moment to anyone, the way her heart fluttered, the way their licks to connected perfectly like two puzzle pieces fitting together. Never again would she feel this way but he heart sank as she thought about the possibilities of this continuing and them actually getting together, they were slim. She doubted that he would be able to do this, going by who his father was and what could happen to him if Sebastian found out about it.

You: He pulled away from her, taking a deep breath to steady himself. His eyes were wide and excited, the dreariness gone. He could see the light in her eyes as well, but they faded. He knew what she was thinking. The same thing he had. But Matthew Moriarty Moran was indeed his father's son. He was just as cunning and brilliant as the one he'd never known, just as strong and protective as the one he had. He didn't care what Sebastian thought of all this. He wanted to be with her and he would get what he wanted. He lied down beside her on the bed now, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. "I've loved you for so long," he whispered. "I won't let anything get in the way. You hear me? Nothing."

You: ((Hey, it's 4 am and I need to sleep soon, so perhaps we can wrap this up soon? You're a great writer btw, love the prompt!))

Stranger: ((Yeah, that sounds fine. Ahh, thanks! So are you!))

Stranger: She rolled onto her good side and looked at him, smiling. He had finally found the right words. "I've loved you ever since we were teenagers but I never understood this feeling." She placed her hand back on his cheek. "I'm never leaving you now, never again. I will stay by your side until you ask me to leave." She whispered, pressing her forehead against his. She had finally got what she wanted and she wasn't going to let anyone take him away from her. She could finally show her true feelings to someone and not be scared for the first time in a very long time.

You: He smiled at her words, for the first time that night. It felt good to smile again. Cradled up beside her, he fell asleep. he knew she was alright, that she would be. He wasn't sure the nurses would be very pleased with him, but he didn't care. He didn't care about anything but Victoria. His best friend, his supposed to be enemy, his love.

You: ((My Tumblr is janeippo.tumblr.com :D))

Stranger: ((I will follow you! :D Mine is Detective-Detective and you can find a link on there to my Sherlock one))

You: ((Okey-dokey then! Thank you for that fabulous roleplay, it was just what I needed on my birthday! I'll follow you as well. Goodnight and have a good day))

Stranger: ((Good night! And Happy Birthday! :D))

You: ((Thanks!))

"By the time that we get through, the world will never ever be the same, and you're to blame."-Hey There Delilah by the Plain White T's

            I stood there, waiting for the familiar ring I hadn’t heard in months. A tall, scraggly boy, with brown hair, kicked rocks on the ground. He was hyper, and not having anything to do made him twitchy and anxious. He bent over to pick up a Y-shaped stick, perfect for a slingshot. He turned it over in his hands and, not knowing what else to do, he turned and poked the nearest person in the arm with it. That person was me. I looked at it, following the stick up to the face of the source that had poked me. Green eyes, bright and new, stared back at me. A mischievous grin spread across his long face. As I looked at him, I didn’t realize what was just beginning. With that simple nudge from a twig, my whole future would change.

            I quickly learned his name and that we would be in the same class. I won’t say his real name, but simply call him “A”. It was comforting to know that I might actually have a friend in my 3rd grade class. I didn’t have many friends from 2nd grade when I had started attending this school, and the ones I did have weren’t in my class. We began to play a random game about 2 siblings out to avenge the death of our father. (We were rather intelligent for our age, not to brag or anything, just saying.)At first, it was just us. As we were playing one day, “A’s” friend, Kaitlin, decided to butt in. She kind of, sort of, liked “A”. As in like, liked him.

            Kaitlin was a short, chubby girl, with long brown hair and glasses. She seemed nice, but wasn’t very interested in meeting me. I wasn’t offended for I saw the way she looked at “A”, and I fully knew, and understood, her intention’s for coming over. Towering behind Kaitlin was another girl. She was huge! The big-boned girl was intimidating to petite little me at first, but I soon learned she was actually one of the nicest people I’d ever met. Her name was Shannon, and I found that she was extremely fond of animals, especially dogs. All four of us continued to play our silly little game. So there we were, adolescents, innocent to the world. We lived in a universe where we were left untouched by betrayal and hate. Love didn’t exist to us yet, and we had not been corrupted by knowledge and maturity. It was a peaceful world, but one of simply imagination, and living a life where we’re blind to the things around us was an unhealthy one, and it simply wouldn’t last.

            As the years went by, we stayed close. I began to attend ELP (Extended Learning Program) in 4th grade, where I met Cara and Bryson. Cara had been one of the popular girls and I was wary of her at first, but sweet Bryson, had turned her away from the stuck-up, back-stabbing girls she hung around with, into someone like us. Sometime, in the middle of the year, an old friend of mine named Katie, moved back. She instantly clicked with our group, especially Shannon. They were like sisters separated at birth. We didn’t really play games anymore, so we mostly just hung out under this tree. Bryson, Katie, and Shannon (being their goofy selves, we were all pretty silly) decided to name this tree. They named it Timmy. They didn’t realize that Timmy would stay in our hearts forever and become a kind of home for us all.

            Another summer passed and 5th grade was here. “A” began to make more friends, including Spencer, Trenton, and Jordan.  I had more friends than I had ever had before. It felt good to be accepted after being more of an outcast in my years before “A”. Towards the middle of the year, another extraordinary person entered my life. Her name was Savannah. Tall and blond, with bright blue eyes, she was just another person in our group at first. As I got to know her, I realized just how awesomely cool she was (yes, I said awesomely cool) and before the year was over, we became best friends. When school ended, I spent the hot Arizona summer hanging out with her at the pool at the nearby junior high. However, our summer days came to an end as a new school year came around the bend.

             As we walked onto the Madison Elementary campus on the first day of 6th grade, we all felt mature and grown up. This was the last year and we were finally on top. We had so much to learn. Unfortunately, Katie and Kaitlin went to a different school, for accelerated students (almost all of us were nerds and in the advanced classes). We kept in touch and Katie and Shannon remained close. “A” began to change a little. His popularity grew, especially with the female population at the school. He stayed with the group, but we all noticed the subtle change in him. 6th grade went by so fast, I don’t even remember much of it. The end of the year hit us like bricks. I cried a lot on the last day. So many people were leaving, going to a new school. Including Savannah. What was I supposed to do without her? My worries ceased for the separation just made our friendship stronger.

            I stepped onto the grounds of Brimhall Junior high and the smell of 5 gum and Axe cologne filled the air. People were laughing and running around. The place was swarmed with pre-teens just going through that tough in-between stage of adolescence and adulthood. I was scared out of my mind the first day. The atmosphere and surroundings were so different, and I still had the innocent mind of a child. I quickly learned the tricks and trades and settled in with ease. I met more people; Katelynn and Eliza were the most substantial. Those of us who had gone to Brimhall stayed close friends. Nothing really changed between us. All except for “A”. My first real friend was still being sucked in by popularity. It took him over and the change was something we couldn’t ignore anymore. We tried to keep him with us, but he pulled away. I was worried out of my mind. I was losing him, my friend, my brother.

            The strain of “A’s” opposition had my mind turning cartwheels all summer. There didn’t seem to be a day where I wasn’t questioning all the reasons behind his sudden resistance to us. When we returned for 8th grade, he stopped all contact with us. My heart tore in two. All my life I had wanted a brother. I had finally found one and now he acted as though he hated us and was disgusted with our very existence. The pain of losing someone so close to me hurt more than anything I’d endured physically. A blade was deep in my back, pinning me down. The world blurred over and my mind went numb. I didn’t want to think or feel. I lived like an empty shell, hollow. I fooled my other friends with this mask, not leading them on to my real feelings. I think they noticed, but it’s hard to tell. My senses were so dulled, that the precious reactions of people that I had always enjoyed knowing, or seeing, no longer mattered to me. I lived in the dark and knew no way to get out.

            In December, Shannon introduced me to someone else. About my height, with wavy-blond hair that covered what I would later discover was a pair of mossy green eyes. His name was Jacob. He was shy and being the rather obnoxious and slightly violent person I was, he avoided me. We slowly began to talk more often and quickly discovered many similarities between us. Our friendship blossomed and a small light came into the dark cave I lived in. Then something remarkable happened. I had trusted Jacob enough to tell him about “A”. He felt my pain and confronted “A” himself. After a year of darkness and pain, the blade that was still pinning me down, was lifted away. “A” hadn’t realized what he had done to me and actually apologized. I knew we could never really be friends again, but I could finally see clearly. Summer hit a month later. It was the best summer of my life.

            “A” had brought us all together. Just as an 8-year-old boy, bored out of his mind, he had started something that would be my life. All my friends and all my experience’s were because of him. He wasn’t the only person to stab me in the back and leave, he was just the first. He may have caused me pain and heartbreak, but it taught me so much. I wasn’t just another innocent kid, blind to the things happening all around me. It may just sound like another high school drama, but even so, it changed me and my whole perspective. I’m no longer afraid to face the world and I’m ready for the hardships it brings. I’ll never regret a moment of it. As I closed my eyes the night before my first day of high school, “A” was in my head. The now foggy memory of him poking me with that Y-shaped stick, played in my head like a movie. As the scene went on, I looked up into green eyes, bright and new to the world. A mischievous smile spread across his long face. I slept peacefully.