by The Consulting Detective Tue Jan 15, 2013 8:28 am
((Yah, it was a total bummer. We were going on a school trip to the Hague (political centre of the Netherlands) and I got so sick in the bus that I had to vomit :c Not that nice. I had low blood pressure because I had just woken up, had had no breakfast and I had raced to school to be in time to get on the bus. Hmmm not that good.))
With his eyes closed, Sherlock embraces John tightly. An embrace like this was the exact thing he needed, though he would not admit it. Then he hears John chuckle.
"I didn't like it there either. It's not the environment an intellectual prefers. I was surrounded by idiots."
When John mentioned harassment, Sherlock looked to the side just for a split second. A second he cursed himself for later. He bit his lower lip at the same time. Then, he tried to put on his normal face again, but John obviously saw that something was wrong. He felt a stray of hair being swept away from his forehead.
"Tell me." John said softly.
"You know I won't let myself be 'harassed' easily. It's... it's nothing. Just in the pub, those bloody idiots... You mentioned people going to pubs to catch a date, right? Well, I obviously wasn't one of those people, but there was a woman... a girl, really, that I saw glancing at me. I saw no reason to stop that, she was just looking after all. I ignored her, naturally, but the football supporters did. I was sitting at the bar, very close to them, the television screen and so the criminals. The men obviously thought she was a rather good catch, but I didn't see anything outstanding in her. Then the girl walked over to me and introduced herself, Helen Pierce her name was. She was in her early twenties, nothing in my league. She obviously tried to seduce me, licking lips and wiggling bits and everything women do. The football break had just started and the football supporters were more interested in us than in the commercials. They shouted supporting at me, that I should 'catch the bait when it was still swimming in front of me' and not what. I got very irritated, I couldn't see the criminals, let alone hear them, so I turned to the girl, lay my hands on her shoulders and said:
"Dear Helen, you have the wrong man. Firstly, I am way too old for you. Secondly: I have a fiancé and lastly: my fiancé is a man."
"You remember the Count's reaction to our engagement, right? Well, the football supporters are of the fundamental kind. The girl seemed disappointed, but understanding, so I let her go. But the football supporters were so annoying. They called me names, you know the usual. I did my utmost best to ignore them, I wish to be above those idiots, but they were loud. They shouted and brawled at me and even gave me a shove. I ignored that too, I still thought I was better than them. But then they called me a pussy, a coward and us a pair filthy gay wimps, and that I can't stand, so I shoved back. It was more powerful than I had thought, so then the supporters were really pissed off. The biggest powered up to attack back, when luckily the barkeeper got in-between us. He asked which one of us would like to go, so I volunteered. I was ready there anyway."
Sherlock lied. He lied about not feeling anything when those man had called him a coward. But he couldn't admit that. That just didn't fit in his character.
"So that was it. That's the whole story."
For a moment, his face brightened up as if an idea-lightbulb was turned on above his head, but then he balled his hands into fists and cursed.
"Damnit! I should have asked Helen if she knew anything about the missing maid. Shit, oh bugger..."
Sherlock felt the irritation rising in his chest. He hated emotions, he hated them. He knel that was not quite true. He loved John with whole his heart, he didn't regret that in the least. He loved the feeling of orgasm, but also the warm buzz of spontaneous touches, hair ruffles and whenever John called him Lock. But in that moment, he hated feelings. He could not think rationally, not act rationally when he was overwhelmed by them, just like in the pub.