The Third Holmes - A Sherlock Fanfic

The Lunch

John looked curiously at the girl from over his menu. She smiled back at him, almost flirtingly. He blushed and looked back at his menu. A waiter came up and they both ordered. With nothing else to look at, or hide behind, he was forced to look into her deep green eyes.
There was a silence as they looked at each other.
“What’s it like living with my brother?” she asked finally.
“Sherlock?” John shrugged as he thought it over. “Different.”
She laughed. “Very eloquently put,” she said. “Your turn?”
“Ah, sorry?” he asked.
“Oh. I ask you a question, you ask me one. It’s quicker that way.”
“Okay. Australia?”
She shrugged. “I got bored.”
“Ah.”
“Oh yes. How have you dealt with the whole boredom thing?”
“It’s a bit annoying, actually. You never know what’s going to happen.”
“True.”
“You know, once he actually shot the wall.”
“Really?” she asked leaning in.
“Poor Mrs Hudson.”
“Poor Mrs Hudson,” Avery repeated.
“Has he always been like this?”
“You mean, has he always shot up walls because he was bored? No. We were smart enough not to give him a gun in the first place.”
John laughed.
“But,” she continued, “If you’re asking if he’s always been this eccentric, then yes, very much so.”
John frowned, trying to imagine a young Sherlock Holmes, but failing horribly. It was then the food came.
“That was quick,” he commented and took a bite. “Yum.”
She smiled. “Yes, I love it here. I’m glad it’s still running.”
“Why’d you leave?”
She tutted. “It’s my turn.”
“Oh, right.”
“Hmm, okay. What about Mycroft?”
“Hmm?”
“What do you think of Mycroft?”
“He’s-” John paused, knowing that this was his sister he was talking to.
“Annoying?” she supplied, “Piggish, stuck-up, self-absorbed?”
He smiled. “I was going to say dramatic.”
She grinned and sat back. “Oh yes, of course, but all us Holmes are like that.”
“Even you?”
“Especially me.”