It happens to everyone - sometimes, you have nights where you just can't fall asleep, no matter what you do. It could be for a number of reasons, or no reason at all. And this is what's happened now: you've been laying in bed for what feels like hours, just tossing and turning, and nothing seems to help. So what's left to do? Get out of bed and go wake someone else up, of course. If you're not getting any sleep, then why should they?
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o p t i o n s 01 • FEAR. Maybe you're hearing strange, indeterminable noises; maybe there's a severe storm happening outside; maybe you watched a scary movie before bed? Whatever the reason, you're terrified and it's keeping you awake. You just want to wake someone else up so they can protect you from the monster in your closet.
02 • HUNGER. Your stomach is growling and it just won't stop. Or perhaps your throat is so dry you could cough up a tumbleweed? Well, you've gone to the kitchen to remedy this and hey, that was a pan that just dropped on the floor. It was loud enough to wake the dead! Oops.
03 • PAIN. Your body is completely worn out, be it from exercise, battle, sickness, or what have you. Either way you're in enough pain to keep you from sleeping, so maybe someone else has a home remedy or something, or can at least help you take your mind off of it.
04 • SOLITUDE. For some reason, your bed just feels so empty at the moment. You're feeling terribly lonely and really just want someone to keep you company for a while. Maybe it'd be easier to fall asleep if you're with them...
05 • DISCOMFORT. Your room is an oven. Either that or a freezer. Or maybe this bed is just really uncomfortable? Who knows why you can't get to sleep, it feels like it could be anything. Why even bother trying? Maybe someone else can preoccupy you until you feel tired enough to ignore your discomfort.
06 • PENSIVE. Something's on your mind, and no matter how hard you try to focus elsewhere, it's just not going to work. Your body may be tired, but your mind is incredibly busy and it's virtually impossible to get to sleep. Surely, talking it out with someone else will help?
07 • SADNESS. Something terrible has happened that day, perhaps; or you could just be severely depressed. Either way you're trying your hardest not to cry yourself to sleep, and it's not working at all. Better find a way to get it out of your system somehow; you need a shoulder to cry on.
08 • ANGER. You are just... fuming. Who knows why - that annoying dog is barking again, or maybe the people next door are getting busy and keeping you awake. Whatever the reason for your ire is, you'd better put an end to it so you can get some damn rest already! Go wake up a friend so you can complain to them.
09 • RESTLESS. You're far too energetic to sleep right now. Maybe you're just trying to do so out of necessity - you have to be up early tomorrow! But you just don't think you'll be able to fall asleep for a while now, so why waste the time trying to sleep when you could be doing something else? Namely bothering someone else - you're totally jealous because they're getting more sleep than you.
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It is enough, she thinks, to keep Karachi at bay, and she leans in to brush a kiss against his cold cheek.]
Good night, Mr. Sherlock Holmes.
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He'd forgotten how her hair smelled. His eyes burn.]
I did not take your last departure well.
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His cheek is rough against her lips, and her kiss leaves a trace of red lipstick behind as she pulls away.]
You were there exactly when I needed you to be, Mr. Holmes.
[It's a reminder to herself as much as to him, that the dreams of Karachi are nothing more than nightmares, and she takes a step back. It was late, she was cold, and the flat on Fifth was beckoning. She lets go of his hand, but doesn't pull away completely, the only point of connection his fingers curled around hers.]
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If only I had been.
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Smug superiority suits you better than regret. [Her other hand closes over his, fingertips cold but firm.]
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[A few hours without Irene. Though it was impossible to be without regret. Without needing penance.]
Would you forgive me, if I asked you for it?
[A pause] Begged you for it?
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[A moment of hesitation at the question, and she begins prying his fingers away from hers.]
You told me once you'd never beg for mercy.
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And I never would.
It's forgiveness, though and I---
[He doesn't deserve it.]
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But then to think about it in the morning was to admit that the dream had affected her, that she was bothered by it, that perhaps it wasn't a dream but some other sort of hallucinatory madness.
So perhaps she'll simply let it go. Bury this exchange in the back of her mind, a part of her knowing it will happen again.]
There isn't anything to forgive, Sherlock. We've been even for a long time.
[He'd beaten her, but she'd won, in the end. Had made him feel sentiment, and that in turn had brought him to her exactly when she'd needed him. A fair exchange, in her mind. And perhaps the reason she is content to simply know he is out there.]
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No, you bested me, I should've left it at that.
[And now, she's gone. Gone forever.]
I'm going back to the Brownstone. Going to go over the case files again.
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[He lets go, eventually, and Irene slips her hands back into her coat's pockets. She tells herself that it is simply the weather, and not the lack of his warmth that is leaving her chilled.
She nods, and begins to walk away, back towards Fifth Avenue. But her voice drifts back to him.]
Till the next time, Mr. Holmes.
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[he watches her go, and then turns away. He watched her go until the bitter end, once. Not this time.]