by Sherlock Phoenix Tue May 08, 2012 10:39 pm
"I know it's a bit unorthodox, but I was so overwhelmed when I discovered there was only one of you, that I had to meet you..." he said with a grin. "I am your biggest fan you know," he whispered, still massaging his shoulders.
God, he loved feeling the other's warmth through his clothes.
"Mind you, it took me a while... you are good after all. You know when researching facts, there is always 'what happened', versus 'what people think happened'," he explained, letting go of his shoulders and swirling in front of him.
"Sometimes it coincides, sometimes it's kilometres apart... I can usually tell... it's my job," he muttered, and looked at him, his eyes filled with admiration and respect. "For you, it's always apart... no one who knows you has any idea of who you really are... pitied orphan, graduated on top of the class, great job, you are SO BRIGHT that people are blinded and never know what actually happens under their nose!"
He stepped back. "I was never able to do that... oh, I can act... but then I get tired... and people end up seeing me for who I am... cold and uninterested..."
He waved the other's suggestion off. "Is that why you do it? What's the point in having power and money? You end up having a lot to lose... I am not interested... I am still looking... there must be something..." he mumbled under his breath. He was in search of a purpose, but still he could not see it, he could not find it.
((Oh my, I just had an idea, what if Sherlock did have John? But John died during one of the cases to save him? So now he is bitter about it? No love, just friendship, but still, would give him a reason to turn evil >> Nothing to do with Moriarty though >> ))