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7• These Odd Emotions

"What do you want." The thick Irish accent spoke, the voice hard and emotionless.
"I want help." Irene replied, matching the tone on the other end of the phone.
"What have you got for me?" He asked, obviously irritated.
"Nothing yet..." Irene stammered.
"THEN WHY- BOTHER ME." He yelled, making Irene jump.
"I said yet short arse." She said bitterly.
"Don't sass me, Irene. You know what I'm capable of." He said, calmly. Laughing humourlessly, he sighed. "I'm joking, Reen."
"It's Irene." Irene spat down the phone. "And I'll have something... Special." She smiled.
"Goodbye Irene." The phone buzzed.
"Laters Jim." Irene smiled down the phone.
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Irene came back in the room, beaming. "I got more beer!" She said, smiling to widely. Irene chucked a can to each of her friends. And then there was John. She practically knocked him out with the force at which she threw the can, it hit his head, leaving a small dent.
"Holy shit!" He yelled.
"Shut up!" Anderson yelled from down the hall.
"Sorry John!" Irene gasped, still smiling. She sat next to Mary as Greg got up to get something to put on John's head.
"What the hell Irene?" Greg asked loudly, with an irritated tone.
"Leave it." Sherlock almost growled. "We've got to go." He picked up his helmet off Irene's bed.
"No, no." John said, looking Irene in the eye. "I need a word."
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"What?" Irene asked in her silky voice. She was resisting clawing out John's baby blue eyes right then. "What do you want?" This wasn't happening. She was Irene F*cking Adler. She hasn't fallen for Sherlock Holmes! Surely not... And even if she had... That was before she started dominatrix-ing. No one could love anyone in that kind of job.
"You... You need to stop." John stammered, trying to be confident. "He has chosen me Irene, I can't help that. I've chosen him and he's chosen me."
"He wasn't supposed to chose you!" Irene said, tears dribbling over her waterline. "You were going! He was just about to chose me!" She started to sob into her hands.
"Irene. Listen." John said, a wave of empathy falling over him. He remembered how jealous he had once been of Irene. "Being cruel to me won't make him like you more." He explained. "It's gonna make him pissed. And we all know how he is when he's pissed." Irene looked up, her mascara and eyeliner running down her face. She nodded with a brief 'uh huh.'
"I'm moving to London John." She said. "I'm taking my work up their. More people, more money." Irene explained. John nodded.
"Good for you." He said, patting her back and walking back to the room. Irene's head shot up.
How easy it was to turn on the waterworks for a bit of sympathy. He- John- thought she was weak now. She laughed to herself. She was only getting started. If Jim Moriarty helped her, they wouldn't have each other anymore. And Sherlock would be hers.
Simple.
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"What was all that about with Irene?" Sherlock asked, before climbing quietly unlocking his front door.
"She was just... Pissed." John said, his smile fading. He didn't want to talk about Irene. He wanted to know everything and anything about his sherlock.
"Why?" Sherlock whispered.
"You're totally clueless, aren't you?" John chuckled quietly. "She liked you Sherlock." He whispered.
"I like her too. She's fun, in an odd sort of way." Sherlock said, clearly misunderstanding.
"She had a crush on you!" John muttered, his voice sour.
"Pathetic." Sherlock sighed. "I don't need that." He thought for a second. What would make his John happy? "I only need you." He said, without realising he had thought it. John smiled in the darkness. He had been once to Sherlocks house, when his parents were out at some horse race a year ago. At a failed attempt to be popular, Mycroft had attempted a 'house party' that only Sherlocks group of friends and three boys Mycroft knew turned up. John was astounded at the size of the place, and had spent most of the time playing a immature game of 'hide and seek' with Sherlock and their friends. He remembered how Irene had hidden in Sherlocks closet, completely naked, and whilst coming out the closet... Came out the closet as bisexual. This had changed multiple times. Straight, gay (which John determined she was not) and even asexual. John smiled at this, when Irene wasn't a threat, when he didn't have to watch her around Sherlock.
"You're all I need too, 'Lock." John smiled. Sherlock scowled.
"'Lock? What?" He whispered, confused.
"A nickname." John laughed. "You aren't human." He chuckled. Sherlock flicked on a light. John saw a huge kitchen, with complex everything. A fridge about twice as big as both John and Sherlock combined, lengthways and widthways; an oven that could feed a large army; and thousands of black and grey cupboards. And a very, very angry Mycroft.
"Where have you been, Sherlock?" He hissed with rage.
"University." Sherlock said innocently, raising his hands to his head.
"Shut up, Sherlock!" He roared, making Sherlock flinch and John Jump out of his head and mutter 'oh my god' under his breath. "Mother has made me take the rap for everything Sherlock! Everything! Just because her 'golden boy' buggered off!" He screamed.
"What the hell...?" Mrs Hudson, hissed, walking into the kitchen. "Honestly boys. Off to bed. All of you." She said, smacking Sherlock around the head.
"Ow!" Sherlock hissed, rubbing his head.
"Oh stop it. All of you, bed, now." Mrs Hudson said, walking away, Sherlock dragged John after him, running up three flights of stairs and pushing him down on his bed. John's heart was thumping as Sherlock quietly shut his door and smiled at him. He sat on the bed next to his John.
"John." Sherlock said, hoarsely. "Will you... Would you be my boyfriend?" He stroked the side of John's face. John leaned in and pressed his lips against Sherlocks, his hand on Sherlocks leg.
"Definitely." John sighed, breathing heavily.
And from the tree outside the window, Irene knew she had what she wanted.

A/N
Fluffy fluff fluuuuuffffff ;3
Well hai. I'm writing with two hands now because yay. My friend, Anya, showed me possibly the most cringey 5sos fanfic ever and just ew. Just ew.
QOTC: What's the weirdest fanfic you've ever read!?
AOTC: seriously graphic mycake. Lots of dicks and icing. *shudders*
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Lots of sherlockian love
~Izzy~ xxx