Code Name : Chaos (A BBC Sherlock Fanfiction)

XXXV : Forgive (Sherlock)

I was fuming. I found it very hard to believe that Mycroft couldn't find any other houses he owned. My brother loves to play games, so he stuck us with Irene. Just then Sierra walked in, concern evident on her face "What was that ?" She asked. I looked away "Irene, we had a brief fling, turned out she was working for Moriarty." Her face softened. "Well I'm sure she's-" I cut her off. "No, she hasn't. She's done it twice now. People like her, they don't change. Just because you think she's pretty, don't expect me to accept her." I snapped. She flinched. "Ok. I'm going to ignore that because you are irritated. But Sherlock why don't you just give her a chance, or at least reconnect with someone else like John or-" I clenched my fists. "So this was what the trip was about. You don't actually care about my wellbeing, you just want to offload me into someone."
"Wha, no Sherlock. I'm just trying to hel-"
"Save it, go kiss Irene or something." I froze, instantly regretting my words. Her expression turned cold. "Oh I get it. Because I like girls, I can't be like a normal person, I have to fall in love with everyone I meet."
"Sierra that wasn't what I-"
"Then do tell me Sherlock, what did you mean ? This is why you're all alone, you keep pushing away your friends." She stalked out before slamming the door behind her. I sat on the bed, burying my face in my hands. I'd made a grave mistake. My distrust of Irene had caused me to put my friendship with Sierra at risk.

Sierra
I walked into the living room, desperately trying to wipe the tears from my eyes. I thought he was different, unprejudiced, but in the end he was just like anyone else. My hands shook as I poured coffee into a mug. I missed and the scalding coffee hit my hand. I cursed and dropped the mug. It splintered and shards of glass buried themselves into my hand. Who owns a glass mug I thought angrily. I began to gather the fallen glass, ignoring the stabbing pain in my hands. In my mix of anger and hurt, I couldn't see straight. In my tear blurred vision I saw a figure start to help me clean up. Irene. I gave her a small smile, she nodded in acknowledgment. After we'd disposed of the glass, she took my hand and gingerly began to pick glass out of my hands. "Thank you." I said after a while. She smiled, still saying nothing. When my hands were securely bandages she stood up. "You're welcome." She replied softly before disappearing into her room. I stared after her in wonder, she was nothing like Sherlock had described. Sighing, I chose a book from one of the bookshelves and began to read.

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I was disturbed by Sherlock opening the door. Irene had left an hour ago for some kind of training. She was very vague. I didn't meet Sherlock's eyes as he walked towards me. "Sierra I am so, so sorry. What I did was inexcusable. I was an idiot. You were only trying to help and I pushed you away. I am so, so sorry.  Please believe me." He said hoarsely, running his hands through his hair. I didn't reply, burying my nose into my book. "Please, forgive me. I was an idiot. You aren't just a flirt. You're funny, smart, witty and you do care for me. I don't deserve your friendship. But I value you, so please, please forgive me." He pleaded, offering something to me. I raised my eyes to his. He was holding a single crimson rose. I nodded slightly before smiling. "I understand. But, I have a few conditions. You have to consider each of my suggestions fairly, without bias. You have to think before you speak. And, you have to make me breakfast every morning for a week." I added with a mischievous grin, taking the rose. He sighed in relief before nodding. "Deal." I pulled him into a hug. He froze, as always but this time he melted into it after a few seconds.

AN : So, a fight and a resolution. What'd you guys think ? Also small Irene and Sierra moment 🤩 But What is Irene's mystery training ? Hope you enjoyed Xx