On Your Doorstep

[onlycareaboutshipping]

On Your Doorstep

They ended up on your doorstep, quite literally. Bloody, possibly. Bruised, most definitely, though the wounds may be mental. You probably don't know them from Adam, yet you couldn't find it in you to turn them away - whether they wanted you to or not. So you opened up your home, just for a little while.

But it's getting to be more than a little while. Both of you are finding a comfort zone, because you didn't simply open up your home. Admit it or don't, but you've opened up your heart all the same.

Their's is slowly following, if its reluctant at all.

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[consulting_freak]

[Sherlock glances at the woman's face when she starts the word. Mother, matron, maid, or any other things could have been what she'd intended to say. If she hadn't corrected herself, he would have assumed it was due to the confusion and that it meant nothing in the same way someone might call their friend by another name.

Cersei is someone she'd had some sort of familial intimacy with. He puts that in the box of 'implicit details' right next to the box of 'explicit details' that he can sort through later.]

Something you did or something you didn't do?

[He gets the area relatively dirt free, but the blood is still dribbling from the wound. Blood's sterile, so he'll leave it for now. He tosses the bloodied swab into the bin and gets a second one. (John won't be pleased by the contamination in his kit, but it's his own fault for going off and having a life outside of working with him).]

Be as specific as you'd like. If you require my assistance in the matter, I advise you that more specific is better.

[cancelledtheapocalypse]

[Honestly his question was the same one she'd been asking herself for as long as she'd been fighting. Cersei was a terrorist, Nyx was on the opposing side to her, that was the most obvious response. Yet she knew that there was something much more personal as to why the damnable woman kept doing this to her.

She just had no idea what that little detail was, and it was a source of constant frustration.]

Something I did.

[She's not sure if he wants to get involved with her. At this point - alone as she was here - he might be able to help her evade her pursuers and get back to Germany. If Cersei was here, though, then her game plan would change drastically.]

She's a terrorist, I'm part of the organization trying to stop her. If her agents are here...she might be here as well.

[More specific would require a life story.]

[consulting_freak]

[Keeping her talking is benefiting both of them. Sherlock gets to learn more about the mysterious woman and a potential case and she gets to have something to distract her from what he's about to do. It may help keep her awake a few minutes extra, too. He tosses the bloodied swab into the bin once he's cleaned the wound proper, then he pokes around in the bag until he finds the butterfly bandages. They won't hold long-term, but he needs something to keep the wound closed while he stitches her up.]

They came here following you?

[If they crossed paths here, that's one thing. If she's being targeted personally? That adds quite a lot of risk getting involved. John will be eager to help, if he decides to inform him, that is. Mycroft might have some intelligence on one or both organisations. But he won't mention it unless he's contacted first.

He pinches his left forefinger and thumb on the outsides of the wound to push it together so he can apply the first butterfly strip with his right hand.]

[cancelledtheapocalypse]

[She knows she's starting to lose it when it takes her longer than usual to process the question he asked and she her mind refuses to even give her words to speak at him. Nyx is quiet for a while, staring at a spot on the edge of the tub, brows knit together in concentration as she tries to get her brain to work again.

Thankfully it sputters back to life and words come back to her. It would be a story to tell when she got back 'I got shot and wound up passing out in some guy's bathtub' she'd be laughed at for sure.

With a slight shake of her head and another blink she clears her throat and licks too dry lips.]

More than likely.

[Rarely did she just randomly run into this people, sure, they may have been after the same data as her, but she couldn't be sure unless she got her hands on one of them.]

[consulting_freak]

[Sherlock glances at her a few times just to make sure she's still conscious. Another of the few medical tricks he knows is that if someone goes out, they need to lie flat lest they risk brain damage. One of those things he looked into for himself that's coming up useful in this circumstance.]

Starting to lose you.

[He applies the second strip and moves back. He pulls the gloves off and sets them to the side. He'll realise he should get new ones a little later. If she's still awake when he leaves the room, she'll hear the tap go on and off. He'll come back a moment later with two new gloves pinched between his fingers. He's stirring the glass of water while he kneels down again.]

I've added some mineral salts. Might taste a bit odd, but it works better for hydration than plain water.

[He sets it within her reach, then puts the new gloves on before he can start again.]