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Sorry for my late upload, again I am terribly busy with school and stuff. Sometimes, no lie, I actually go to sleep at two o'clock during a schoolday and my mentor really worries...
But I'll do it all for you guys! Here's another request, but don't worry; my list of requests is almost done and then we can continue with the 'normal' stories.
I hope you'll forgive me for my late response! Please do!
Anyway, this is a reuqest for ZoeyP03 but everyone can read it. If you want, of course. This is what I've been asked to do:
"I wanted one about a woman named Yuno, she's Mycroft's personal assistant and she's asigned to keep an eye on Sherlock.
Maybe it could take place at the start of Season one, Sherlock and Yuno meet John, and as time goes by, Yuno keeps falling more in love with John since he's the only man able to handle almost everything she does, not to mention he's really sweet; also John feels the same way.
And ironically Sherlock is the one who deduces the feelings for both of them and they end up confirming what Sherlock said. She is a red-head and has esmeral eyes. She's also really tall, almost of Sherlock's height. And I think Mycroft won't be pleased, but he's got nothing to do with her private life, so he lets it pass."
That's it! I really hope you'll enjoy it! Thank you for reading so far and, well, let's get it started! ;-)
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Some of the things I hate about autumn are the branches and leaves on the ground. Of course it's a beautiful sight to see, and the rain of colourful leaves is amazing to be in, but it's just not practical for work. At least not for my work. The leaves aren't the biggest problems, it's the branches underneath them that bother me. All those leaves cover the branches so I can't see them and then I step on them, which makes sound. The thing I want to avoid. Because to make sound is to be noticed and to be noticed is to be embarrassed.
So you might understand that I cursed soundlessly when a branch broke underneath my foot.
'Ah, Yuno, there you are.' I heard a man's voice say. 'I heard you, but where exactly are you?' I watched the dark-haired man look around and knew he'd never see me here. I was an expert in not being noticed – well, not in autumn of course. 'Oh just show yourself so we can, I don't know, have a little chat?' I smiled and showed myself. Because the man was looking into the opposite direction, I sort of scared him when he heard my voice from behind. 'Hello Sherlock.' I said with a grin on my face.
'How is my brother?' Sherlock asked me. 'Fine.' I answered shortly and thought of the concern Mycroft had had in his eyes when he, once again, sent me to spy on Sherlock. Me, his personal assistant who cares about him and of course knew he was far from fine. Though he'd never confess it.
'Fine?' Sherlock asked and frowned as I nodded. Our conversations were never really long nor like a 'little chat' should be. 'Listen, Yuno,' Sherlock started and looked me in the eyes. Because he wasn't much taller than me, he could easily look into my eyes with his blue ones and knew that I wouldn't look away – looking away would make me look weak.
'you don't need to spy on me, tell that to Myc. I'm fine.' He continued and received a frown from me. 'Who says I'm not missing you? Why must Myc be the reason for me visiting you?' I teased but Sherlock didn't laugh. 'We both know you'd rather be somewhere else. But that's okay. If you really want to tell my dear brother about my life, tell him this: I've met someone to share my rent with.' Sherlock said as we walked through the streets of London. I looked at him. 'Who is crazy enough to live with you?' I asked and Sherlock answered with a smile. 'Doctor John H. Watson. Army doctor, just came back from Afghanistan and is searching for a home. I'm the perfect man.'
I laughed after he said the last phrase. 'Good for you!' I said. 'I hope he'll stay longer than the previous madmen you've had in 221B.' Sherlock looked away. 'Oh John will stay. He's really suited for the job and he'll come around. I would have invited you to meet him, but the fact that I don't fancy a situation like that and that you will meet him anytime soon anyway -if you keep on spying on me-, keeps me from inviting you.' He said and I looked at him briefly. 'Are you sure that this person will be with you tomorrow? Because I don't think he'd stand ten minutes in your company.' I teased. Sherlock seemed to be convinced of the doctor's suitable personality and his certainty brought some curiosity to life inside me.
***
It is normal for me to expect many things, to expect the unexpected, but even with all my training and intelligence I had never expected the doctor to be like this. Mad, old, cursing, maybe even missing a limb, that's what I had expected. But instead I saw a blond man with eyes that showed confusion, but also a certain warmth. And that warmth was something I had not been used to after working with the Homes brothers for such a long time. This warmth in his eyes was so genuine that I couldn't help but staring at it while I peeked through the leaves of a tree.
'A woman? Here? Sorry, Sherlock, but I can't see anyone beside the two of us.' I heard the man, John, say. His voice sounded really pleasant to me and I watched Sherlock and John look around. 'She's here... somewhere...' Sherlock said but after a while John gave up. 'I don't see anyone.' Little did he know that, as he spoke those words and lifted his head a bit, he looked straight into my eyes. He didn't see me, but I saw him.
And he was beautiful. I couldn't see much in the little light a nearby streetlamp gave, but I saw enough to decide that he was beautiful. His hair, consisting of rebellious blond locks, looked a bit messy and it stopped just high enough to show some adorable jug ears. His huge brown eyes stared at me without noticing me, while I was sitting there in the darkness, watching one of the most beautiful and most interesting men I had ever seen. And as I sat there, watching his asking complexion while he looked around before leaving with Sherlock, I knew there was something up with me.
They left me alone and I stayed in my hiding place for some moments, not moving, not understanding. Eventually, I went to see Mycroft.
I found him in a comfortable chair and looked up when I came in. 'Yuno, have you come to report?' He asked and I nodded, slightly afraid since there was not much to report this time. I told everything I had found out that day and recognised Mycroft's face. He was displeased. 'Is that all you've got?' He asked and I nodded, blushing slightly. 'That isn't what I'm used to hear, Yuno.' He said and his piercing blue eyes met my emerald ones. 'I guess there simply wasn't much of importance to tell.' I tried and avoided his frown and disapproving eyes.
He rose. 'I think you're not being honest with me.' He said and I looked up to see him smile. 'From what I can see, I think there was something, or rather someone, on your mind.' His smile became brighter when my blushing confirmed his thoughts. He made me look at him. 'And I am okay with that, I think you should find someone for you, but not if that interferes with your work, deal?' I looked away. 'I think you should find someone and I'm not making deals with you since it is not true. There's no one. You are wrong.'
'Wrong?' Mycroft laughed. 'Me? Not at all! You don't need any intelligence to see that. Go now, and make sure that, when you come back, you'll have some information about my brother.' And with that I left a grinning Mycroft alone.
From that moment forward, I spied on Sherlock more often. Well, more on John, actually. And what started with an odd feeling, now had become a very strong one that drew me near him every time. Yes, I still got information for Mycroft, but my brain worked so fast that I could both progress all the information and admire the doctor who turned out to be not only beautiful, but also really funny, clever, sassy and adorable. I noticed myself smiling whenever he did, and figured that his laugh was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard. The fact that I heard it often, brightened up my every day.
I wasn't surprised to see that he stayed with Sherlock for more time than I had expected at first. He was really sweet and caring. And the later was the reason why he had been around for such a long time without running away screaming. He didn't know Sherlock for long, but he already had taken the detective under his wings, protecting him and bonding with him. Doing those things with Sherlock is rare, but John had already done it, faster than I could tell Mycroft.
A innocent urge developed into a strong need to see John every day, and preferably as long as possible. Sherlock sometimes saw me, but strangely he did not say anything of it. Most of the times he left the room when he noticed that I was watching. I knew that was to tease me since Sherlock probably deduced how strong the need was to see John, and how powerful the desire to just go and actually talk to him. But I just kept on watching him reading, thinking, drinking tea or watching telly and I watched him from a safe distance.
John's P.O.V.
'You can finally come and meet him, Yuno, he doesn't bite.' Sherlock shouted through the room. 'Stop it,' I said, 'this imaginary girl of yours won't come, Sherlock. She's not real!' I had gotten annoyed after all the conversations about this particular woman and honestly I thought Sherlock was making this up to hide his loneliness. And I pitied him because of that. 'Oh no, she is real!' Sherlock said and looked around. 'Come one, Yuno, where are you? Show yourself.' I heard him say. I closed my eyes to remain calm.
'Why isn't she coming?' Sherlock asked himself. I sighed and raised my voice. 'That's because she's not-' I opened my eyes and in front of me stood an indescribable beauty. '...real...' I finished. The woman smiled at me. 'Hello John, I'm Yuno and I'm pretty much real.' She said and smiled sweetly at me. Her crown of red locks made such an odd combination with her clear green eyes that I could not do anything else but stare for a moment. She was real, and she was beautiful. The sound of the door closing made me break eye contact with her. Sherlock had gone. Now only Yuno and I were in the room. Uncomfortably, I offered the beauty something to drink and she smiled as she heard me stutter. I went away to get two cups of tea and sat down on the couch with her, talking about how 'real' she was.
At one point, she laughed. And since that very moment, I had been trying to make her laugh again. It was an innocent urge but it quickly developed into a strong need to hear that laugh; a sound that was far more pleasing than the sound of music. And since that very afternoon, sipping litres of tea and smiling many smiles, I had developed a powerful desire to see this girl again. Maybe that explains why I felt so utterly miserable when she quickly left, leaving me alone with two cups of tea.
Yuno's P.O.V.
He was a wonderful man. A wonderful man indeed. And I visited that particular man more often, this time not to creep from a distance but to talk to him, actually face him. And to see him staring back at me was to feel home again. Something in his eyes was so kind, so warm and so pleasantly familiar...
It was a cold autumn night. Mother Nature was confused and gave us a too-early winter with cold winds that cut right through you and temperatures that would make an Inuit shiver from cold. And now it even was raining a bit. I knocked on the door with a lot of power and anger. Sherlock saw me standing here in the cold, and he left me standing there.
'Open the door!' I shouted. 'No!' I heard Sherlock's voice saying childishly. 'Really Sherlock, I'm going to give you three seconds to open the door or I will hurt you!' I shouted. 'Good luck with that standing there, on the other side of the door!' I heard him scream back. I sighed and looked around for an alternative way to enter the building and after a while I found it. Sherlock stood there with a smirk on his face looking at the door as I climbed out of the window and crept up from behind.
'Hello Sherlock.' I said and smiled as he turned around quickly. 'You filthy little-' I interrupted him with a question that had been keeping me busy for a long time. 'Is John at home?' Sherlock suddenly smiled. 'Oh you'd like to know that, don't you? Whether John is at home or isn't.' Sherlock said with a mysterious smirk on his face. 'Yes of course, if I didn't, I wouldn't be asking you.' I answered sassily.
'He can come home any second now.' Sherlock said, 'He's off to the supermarket, buying us some milk.' Just as he said that we both heard the sound of a key opening a door followed by the opening and closing of it. 'John?" Sherlock asked. 'Yes?' We both heard from downstairs. His voice suddenly made me nervous.
'John come here quickly! Yuno is here for you! Although she of course wouldn't confess it because she's just as stubborn as my brother. But she went through this cold weather to see you and only for that reason. She even climbed through the window for you! Judging by her eyes when she came in, Yuno really needed to see you. You know how obsessed people can be with something or someone and boy, she really is obsessed! Come upstairs and look at her, all those obvious signs! She clearly is in love with you, deeply and madly in love.' Sherlock smiled as John opened the door with bags in his hands and a confused look in his eyes. Sherlock continued: 'And judging by the blushing look on her face my thoughts are right.'
I did not dare to look at John's face but I heard the bags hitting the ground and footsteps coming my way. He'd probably think I was crazy, he'd probably don't want to see me anymore since, like Sherlock said, my love for him really was obsessive. I fought the urge to hit Sherlock and that fight was one of the hardest I had ever fought. And it was a battle I would have lost if John didn't speak with such an asking tone, no spot of mockery.
'Really?' He simply asked.
'Yup, really.' Sherlock answered for me and the desire to hit him became stronger. 'And, judging by her fingers that now are running through her hair, she is very nervous to see you. Also, judging by the way you stare at her fingers, you'd love to run yours through her hair.' I looked up and saw John stare at Sherlock. 'What do you mean?' He said uncomfortable. 'Oh, come on, John! It's so obvious! Especially with you. You walked into the room but walking up the stair took you really long, too long if you ask me. Even with those bags. They might be heavy but you're a strong man, it wouldn't have delayed you much. Yet you've stayed away for quite a long time, why? Obviously it's because you were afraid that your appearance in the room would make me shut up or would cause Yuno to make me shut up and you wanted to hear what I was saying.'
Sherlock continued. 'Then you entered the room and the first thing you usually look at is the fridge since you've just bought a lot of things and many of those things need to be in the fridge in time and you always worry whether you'll be here in time. But this time, now Yuno is here beside me, you didn't first glance at the fridge, no, you glanced at Yuno and to be more specific to her eyes. The eyes are the door to the soul and you wanted to see her reaction on my words, to know whether she really is in love with you which – stop doubting me, John – of course is true. You smiled when you realised that fact and only looked at her while I was speaking. Normally you don't like it when people don't look at you when they talk to you so naturally you'd look at me when I talk but now it's Yuno who gets your attention.'
Both John and I stared at Sherlock who wasn't quite finished yet.
'And the fact that those precious bags of yours still aren't in the fridge since you've totally forgotten about them, confirms my thoughts. So why don't you two just admit it and be done with these cliché feelings and just kiss?'
I looked at Sherlock and back to John, then back to Sherlock and back to John again without changing my confused complexion. 'What?' I asked. Sherlock sighed. 'Really, you two don't see it so you need my help and now you need my help with this too? Kiss! Do you know what that is?' The detective said sassily. 'Oh, for goodness sake!' Sherlock cried out when both John and I stood there, still like statues. Sherlock wanted to push John towards me but he protested. 'Hang on, you can't just command us to kiss!' Sherlock rolled his eyes. 'Of course I can! Come on, John, don't you get it? Do you want me to explain it again? She's in love with you, you're obviously in love with her, now, what is a better way to show each other some love than a kiss?'
John looked at me with pleading eyes. 'Is that true, Yuno?' He asked. 'Do you, well, love me?' I again did not dare to look at him so I stared at the suddenly really interesting floor while I softly, almost too soft to hear, answered with a 'yes'.
He smiled, I know he did. He must have. The next moment I felt a gentle touch on my chin that slightly pushed my head up. I met John's eyes, the deepest shade of brown I had ever seen before stared into my emerald ones. His eyes showed so much kindness, so much affection and in the darkest depths of the brown, I found a pure and bright light of love. And that shone for me. He removed his hand from my chin to place it on my cheek. It, strangely enough, was warm and the heat felt pleasant to my nearly frozen skin. John's lips curled up into a sweet smile before he suddenly leant in and kissed me.
The smell of his wet coat hung in the air and I liked it. Although I had never sensed it before, it smelled very familiar. We ignored Sherlock as he cried out a 'finally!' since he did not matter for a moment. Now it was only me and him. And after I tasted the sweet taste of this wonderful man's lips, I felt a strong need to do it again.
A/N
Hello! Me again...
And, did you like it? Let me know! Thank you so much for reading and please comment and vote! I couldn't really find a suitable picture, but I realy liked the one above so I chose that one! I hope you like it too, but then of course it's John and he's always gorgeous...
Also, ZoeyP03, I really hope you're satisfied! Thank you for requesting!
A lot of love from me to you, yes you!
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-MS