data's smirk

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37 with data

“They’re going to love you, don’t worry!”

“Are you confident that your parents will approve of me?” Data, for all his claims of not being able to feel anything, sounded downright nervous. “I have observed that the approval of a significant others parental figures is an important part to a relationship.”

You exhaled, throwing Data a smirk as the both of you continued the walk to the transporter room. “They’re going to love you, don’t worry!” Was your bright response. “Besides, even if they don’t, that won’t change anything between us.”

Data blinked once, frowning in confusion. “You mean to say, if the choice came down between myself and your parents, you would choose me?”

“Yes.” You answered confidently. “But it won’t come to that. I promise. I think you’re being a little dramatic.”

“I cannot be dramatic, Y/N. I am simply preparing for what may occur.”

“In a dramatic way.”

Drabbles are closed

Hello Detective (Sherlock) Chapter 33

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The four of you sat in the same office you had found Mycroft in earlier. Mycroft was sitting across from Irene Adler at the table, while you and Sherlock were sitting in chairs in front of the fire.

“We have people who can get into this.” Mycroft said, tapping the phone.

“I tested that theory for you. I let Sherlock Holmes try it for two months. Sherlock, dear, tell him what you found when you x-rayed my camera-phone.” Irene said. Had two months really passed? It seemed to go by in a blink.

“There are four additional units wired inside the casing. I suspect containing acid or a small amount of explosive. Any attempt to open the casing will burn the hard drive.” Sherlock said.

“Explosive. It’s more me.” Irene said with a smirk.

“Some data is always recoverable.” Mycroft said.

“Take that risk.” Irene said.

“You have a passcode to open this. I deeply regret to say we have people who can extract it from you.” Mycroft said.

“Let’s let Y/N have a go at this one.” Irene said.

“There will be two passcodes, one to open the phone, one to burn the drive. Even under duress, you can’t know which one she’s given you and there will be no point in a second attempt.” You said, scowling at her. You heard Mycroft sigh.

“So smart aren’t they? I should have them on a leash. In fact I might.” Irene said. You looked back to her and rolled your eyes.

“We destroy this, then. No one has the information.” Mycroft suggested.

“Fine. Good idea. Unless there are lives of British citizens depending on the information you’re about to burn.” Irene said.

“Are there?” Mycroft asked.

“Telling you would be playing fair. I’m not playing any more.” Irene said, you wanted nothing more than to punch her in the face right now.

“A list of my requests, and some ideas about my protection once they’re granted.” Irene said, sliding an envelope over to Mycroft.

“I’d say it wouldn’t blow much of a hole in the wealth of a nation, but then I’d be lying.” Irene said, and judging by the look on Mycroft’s face you didn’t think she was lying.

“I’d imagine you want to sleep on it?” Irene said.

“Thank you, yes.” Mycroft said, still reading the list.

“Too bad. Off you pop and talk to people.” Irene said, now you really wanted to punch her.

Mycroft sighed and sat back in his chair.

“You’ve been very thorough. I wish our lot were half as good as you.” Mycroft said.

“I can’t take all the credit, I had a bit of help. Oh, Jim Moriarty sends his love.” Irene said, his name send shivers down your spine. It clearly had an effect on Sherlock as well, his eyes widened at the sound of it.

“Yes, he’s been in touch. Seems desperate for my attention, which I’m sure can be arranged.” Mycroft said.

“I had all this stuff, never knew what to do with it. Thank God for the consultant criminal.” Irene said, now sitting on the edge of the table. “Gave me a lot of advice about how to play the Holmes boys. Do you know what he calls you? The IceMan, and the Virgin, though I suppose he’s going to have to think of a new one for you. He didn’t even ask for anything, I think he just likes to cause trouble. Now, that’s my kind of man.”

“And here you are, the dominatrix who brought a nation to its knees. Nicely played.” Mycroft said, standing.

“No.” Sherlock suddenly said, causing everyone to turn to him, confused.

“Sorry?” Irene asked with a smile.

“I said no. Very, very close, but no. You got carried away. The game was too elaborate, you were enjoying yourself too much.” Sherlock said, standing and walking towards Irene. You shifted to the end of your seat, curious as to what he was getting at.

“There’s no such thing as too much.” Irene said.

“Oh, enjoying the thrill of the chase is fine. Craving the distraction of the game, I sympathise entirely, but sentiment. Sentiment is a chemical defect found in the losing side.” Sherlock said, and you stood in your place, confused.

“Sentiment? What are you talking about?” Irene asked with a smile.

“You.” Sherlock answered, simply.

“Oh, dear God. Look at the poor man. You don’t actually think I was interested in you? Why? Because you’re the great Sherlock Holmes. The clever detective in the funny hat. Careful, you might give Y/N a heart attack.” Irene said, looking to you.

“No. Because I took your pulse. Elevated. Your pupils dilated. I imagine John Watson thinks love’s a mystery to me, but the chemistry is incredibly simple and very destructive.” sherlock said, taking the camera phone off of the table behind Irene and walking towards you.

“When we first met you told me that a disguise is always a self portrait. How true of you. The combination to your safe, your measurements, but this, this is far more intimate. This is your heart and you should never let it rule your head.” Sherlock said, as he began to type a password in.

“You could have chosen any random number and walked out of here today with everything you’ve worked for. But you just couldn’t resist it, could you?” Sherlock said.

“Everything I said, it’s not real.” Irene said, grabbing his arm, trying to stop him. “I was just playing the game.”

“I know, and this is just losing.” Sherlock said, typing in the final number. He turned it so Irene could see. When you saw the screen your mouth dropped open, and a tear slipped out of Irene Adler’s eyes.


“There you are brother. I hope the contents make up for any inconvenience I may have caused you tonight.” Sherlock said, handing the phone to Mycroft, who was now standing beside you.

“I’m certain they will.” Mycroft said.

“If you’re feeling kind, lock her up, otherwise let her go. I doubt she’ll survive long without her “protection”.” Sherlock said.

“Are you expecting me to beg?” Irene asked with tears in her eyes.

“Yes.” Sherlock said, walking towards you.

“Please. You’re right. I won’t even last six months.” Irene said.

“Sorry about dinner.” Sherlock said as he slipped his arm around your waist and lead you out the door.

A week later you were walking down to Baker Street in the rain, holding your umbrella high above your head. Outside the door of Speedy’s you saw Mycroft under his umbrella, smoking.

“You don’t smoke.” You said, once you noticed him.

“I also don’t frequent cafes.” He said, closing his umbrella and slipping inside, you did the same.

You sat opposite of him at a table and he slipped a file out of his briefcase.

“Is that the file on Irene Adler?” You asked.

“Closed forever.” Mycroft said. “I’m about to go inform my brother, or if you prefer, you are, that she somehow got herself into a Witness Protection scheme in America. New name, new identity. She will survive and thrive, but he will never see her again.”

“Why would he care? He despised her at the end.” You said.

“My brother has the brain of a scientist or a philosopher, yet he elects to be a detective. What might we deduce about his heart?” Mycroft asked.

“I don’t know.” You answered.

“Neither do I. But initially he wanted to be a pirate.” Mycroft smiled.

“He’ll be okay with this, Witness Protection, never seeing her again, he’ll be fine.” You said.

“I agree. That’s why I decided to tell him that.” Mycroft said, you sighed when you understood.

“She’s dead.” You stated.

“She was captured by a terrorist cell in Karachi and beheaded.” Mycroft explained.

“It was definitely her? She’s done this before.” You said.

“I was thorough this time. It would take Sherlock Holmes to fool me, and I don’t think he was on hand, do you?” Mycroft asked. “So, what should we tell Sherlock?”

Mycroft pushed the file towards you. Clearly it was best to lie to him in this situation. Sherlock wasn’t one for guilt, but sometimes everyone feels it. If he knew Irene Adler was killed he would feel responsible and you didn’t want that.

You walked up the stairs to his flat and saw him sitting at the kitchen table, looking through his microscope.

“Clearly you’ve got news.” Sherlock said as you reached the top of the stairs.

“Hi, it’s about Irene Adler.” You said.

“Well?” He asked. “Has something happened, has she come back?”

“No, no, she’s… I just bumped into Mycroft downstairs, he had to take a call.”

“Is she back in London?” Sherlock asked.

“No. She’s in America. Got herself on a Witness Protection scheme, apparently. I don’t know how she swung it.” You said. Sherlock was now standing in front of you.

“How was your day?” He asked, bending down to kiss you.

‘Um, fine I guess.” You answered.

“Want to go to dinner?” He asked.

“Yeah, sure. I’ve got to run this down to Mycroft though.” You said, still holding the file. He nodded.

You brought the file down to Mycroft and told him that you had decided to not tell him Irene was dead. You walked back up the stairs, Sherlock was waiting in the doorway.

“Maybe we can skip dinner and go straight to dessert.” Sherlock said with a smirk. You laughed.

“You think so?” You smiled.

“Yeah I do.” He smiled and kissed you. Suddenly he picked you up bridal style and carried you to the bedroom. You giggled when he lifted you. Sherlock was back, your Sherlock was back, and you were loving every minute of it.