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Sherlock's P.O.V.
After some time Angela calmed down again, gave us both a good squeeze, and stated: "Okay, thank you. I really needed that.”, as she pulled out of the embrace. I automatically lifted my hand from John's shoulder too, but kept it hovering when he didn't back away from me at once. Then she apologized to me: "Sorry. I guess I was still playing brave downstairs. I didn't want to be so emotional.” "Accepted.”, I assured her, getting nudged by John, who gave me a scolding frown for it, but the young woman just smiled. Then she got up, and John and I followed, but for some reason my legs weren't as sturdy as they should be, so I fell into John's arms.
I was genuinely surprised, and tried to steady myself, as not to cause him any discomfort, but after giving me a quick embarrassed look, he proposed: "Wait, perhaps you need some sugar. Come on, just hold on to me until we're downstairs, okay?” I agreed, and put one arm around John's shoulder, while he held me by the hips, and made sure to watch my step. I should have felt patronized, but instead it was pleasant. Surprised, I tried to file it away in my mind palace, as we reached the second floor, where we were greeted by the nosy Mrs. Hudson. She informed us that Lestrade had been knocking on our door, and had told her there had been reports about a break in on private property, and that he wanted a word with John about it.
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As he asked for us to contact him anyways, I send him a quick text:
SH: Plumber did it. Bloody wrench hidden under loose floor board in basement. Husband lied cuz of affair with male stripper.
GL: Thanx, but Y was Watson in the factory?
SH: Don't ask, and I won't lie.
GL: Srsly, Sherlock, I can't let things slide forever!
SH: That all?
GL: Don't get cocky, or I'll issue a warrant!
SH: Thought U hate paperwork?
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Meanwhile, our landlady was making acquaintance with Angela: "Oh, well hello there! Are you John's new girlfriend?” I suppose she just smiled, as Mrs. Hudson then leaned to John to whisper quite loud: "You know, there are easier ways to make him jealous!” Angela burst out laughing at this, and John was silent, hiding his face, so I simply told her: "No, Mrs. Hudson, she is our daughter from the future. She'll be staying with us for some time. We have a mission to complete.” I read Lestrade's last text saying: 'We'll talk about this!', but shut it off, just as John gasped: "Sherlock! You can't just tell her!” "Oh my! Are you really, dear? Oh what lovely news!”, the old woman squealed in delight, and went on to hug Angela, who was willing to return the favor.
John just shook his head embarrassed, and then went on to make some tea, mumbling something about me needing some, and himself too. I guess he referred to the trauma my transport had just endured, an event I was already busy erasing from my memory in my mind palace, though sadly not successfully, as I noticed. I wondered what the reason was, and had to fight back the queer little voice again, who was responsible in the first place. But then, I heard something that gave me reason to believe, I would get some explanations very soon, as my brother made his way into 221B Bakerstreet...
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