holmes ➢ sequel to athena

Chapter Three

In the distance, Athena heard Greg's voice and saw a few flashlights. "And you did call the police!" They looked at each other for a moment, seeing her fume quietly as she struggled for words. "I'm going to kill you."

Sherlock stood up and smirked. "Killing me. Please. That was so two years ago."

The corner of Athena's mouth quirked upward and she turned to the door of the carriage, letting out a silent laugh, as well as a couple tears that threatened to spill over.

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Athena watched as Sherlock hung up the phone on Uncle Mycroft, a smile on her face and a small glass of champagne in her hand.

John came in through the door in front of the stairs and grinned. "Come on, they want the story." He helped Athena off the couch and waved for Sherlock to hurry.

"In a minute," he said, smiling around at the people in the living room. He saw that the champagne was running low, so he popped open another bottle and kneeled to refill everyone's glasses.

Mrs. Hudson gave a big smile to Mary. "Oh, I'm really pleased, Mary. Have you set a date?"

Mary glanced up at John. "Er, yeah. We thought May would be nice."

"Oh! A spring wedding!"

Mary have a very pointed look at Sherlock, who was standing beside Athena, helping her button her coat, which she was fumbling with. "We were interrupted last time."

He gave a slight wave of the hand, a smile on his face.

Lestrade smiled at them all and picked up his glass. "Well, I can't wait."

They all toasted to the coming marriage of Mary and John, and Athena and Sherlock placed their glasses atop a stack of books that covered the many surfaces of their home.

"You'll be there, right, Sherlock?" Mary asked with a grin.

"Eh, weddings- not really my thing." He gave Mary a quick wink and walked to the door, opening it swiftly.

Molly was revealed, her arm raised to knock and a man right behind her. "Oh! Hello everyone!" Sherlock stepped to the side to allow her entrance.

John's mouth formed a small "o" at the sight of the man behind Molly, but quickly regained his composure. "Hey, Molly."

She lifted the man's hand, which was laced with hers, and smiled. "This is Tom."

Athena but her lip to keep from saying anything, her filter seeming to fail her as she glanced quickly at Sherlock.

Speaking of Sherlock, Tom looked almost exactly like him.

"Tom, this is everyone."

"Hi." Tom glanced around the room. "It's nice to meet you all."

"Ready?" Sherlock said, reaching his arm toward Athena. She took it. Both she and John answered at the same time. "Ready."

The three of then stepped out of the room and down the stairs. They all looked at each other as John said, "Did you...er...?"

Sherlock smiled amusedly. "I'm not saying a word."

Then, he reached for the door, a smile still lingering on his face. John and Athena turned to each other then looked at him. "Look at him," she said. "He loves it."

Sherlock faltered. "Loves what?"

John smirked. "Being Sherlock Holmes."

"I don't even know what that's supposed to mean."

Athena rolled her eyes as Sherlock put on his gloves. "Are you gonna tell us how you did it? How you survived?"

Sherlock stopped and smiled to himself. "Oh, you know me. I'm known to be indestructible." He grabbed his deerstalker hat off the coatrack and turned back to the door. "Anyways, time to go be Sherlock Holmes."

With that, he swung open the door, and they were all met with an overabundance of shouts and camera flashes.

Athena bit back the overwhelmed feeling in her throat and linked arms with John before setting off into the sea of reporters.

If camera flashes made her nervous now, then she wouldn't be remotely prepared for what was coming later.

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Goddam this is a long chapter. I hardly changed anything because Jesus Christ. Enjoy.