Post by hawksandfeathers on Feb 18, 2013 2:53:31 GMT 10
Rating: PG
Prompt: Distraction, #25
Summary: Alex and Gary can't avoid it any longer.
Notes: Set in my AU in which Alex represents Sherlock and Gary represents Watson (in Tortall). Slash if you squint. I'm normally not into it, so.
Disclaimer: Sherlock and its plot belong to Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss. The original plot and characters belong to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
"Gary, I'd be lost without my Irimor." Alex was smiling at me, albeit those dark eyes were somewhere else entirely. "Will you come help with the case?" He tugged at his hair with finality, glanced in the mirror, and threw on an overcloak.
"Of course," I answered, lacing up my shoes. "If you need any medical assistance - "
"Oh. No, that won't be required. I just want your opinion." He opened the door with such energy, I feared it might fall off its hinges. "Come."
We set off down Baker Street, quickly jumping in a carriage. Alex settled in the plush seat with a sigh and flicked his eyes to the window. "How is Lady Cythera?" he asked, the corner of his mouth turning up in the reflection.
"Lovely," I replied, but I couldn't help noticing that he was blinking rapidly, avoiding my face. I stared at the back of his cloak quizzically. "Why are you blinking?"
Alex picked a piece of lint off his breeches and turned to me with an expression of absolute sadness. "Don't you know that eyes are primarily made of emotion? Can't afford that, can we?" The trees surrounding us were fleeting and the sky was too light.
Avoidance was impossible.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!