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The thick, brown tresses of her hair fell over her shoulders, giving her a soft, refined appearance. The bush had ripped her head covering off, but the rest of her garments were still intact. Sherlock was smirking underneath his garbs. Trying to break free, she struggled fruitlessly to stand. Her burqa was quite caught on the branches. “Sometimes,” she spat, trying to sound annoyed. “Do people really hide in bushes like the idiots in stories?” he mused, spying her after a few moments of squinting. Sherlock stopped, read the text, deleted it, walked a few paces, then squinted in her direction. Instead of bursting out upon him, she pulled out her mobile phone and sent a text: “bushes.” The others disbanded, following the orders of their leader, whose sword was still drawn. He walked briskly, looking this way and that. Searching their figures, she sighed inwardly as she recognized the inexplicable figure of her own clever detective…without his funny hat. Fear slid its dry, cracking fingers across her stomach as she wondered if they were on her side or that of the terrorists.

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Looking for a place to conceal herself, she scrambled into a patch of nearby bushes, for which she was oddly thankful, and hoped the dark colors of her burqa would hide her.Īfter what seemed to be an eternity, the far-off noise subsided, and she dared to look up. As soon as she was out of the range of fire, and had rounded a few deserted corners, she stopped suddenly, and looked about her. She was only thinking of one thing: Sherlock Holmes. She knew they would be after her soon: she was a wanted criminal. She heard the grunting of men and the slicing of flesh.

She could hear the clanging of swords behind her as she sprinted off. Her captors were falling to the ground left and right.

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The word “run” was undoubtedly a code as well, for as soon as Sherlock had yelled it, shots began firing at the terrorists from unidentified allies on the rooftops. Passing the decapitated man, she seized his sword from his still warm hands and carried it with her. When he said run, the woman ran: ran as fast as her legs could carry her. With that act accomplished, his cover was blown. The head fell beside her on the floor, and she raised an eyebrow, eyeing it with an impressed expression. Sherlock, his sword already raised, gave the others an impression that he was about to sever her head from her shoulders, but instead, he severed the head of the man standing behind him. The other jihadists were panicking now, drawing their swords, and some their machine guns. The men at the firing positions in the large, sandy tanks were all shot simultaneously, sniped from behind. Sentiment had gotten the better of them both before, but she was grateful for it this time. She had not the slightest hope, the faintest idea, and yet, here he was. The eyes were all that were visible, but they and the familiarity of the voice said enough. His voice was warm, refined, and English through and through. Irene looked up at the tall, stately figure of her supposed executioner. Īnd lastly, I do not own any of the BBC Sherlock show, and no copyright infringement is intended. Nevertheless, I am using circumstances and events to shape her character that in a way that * hopefully* sounds very compelling.

You know what kind I’m getting at, so don’t expect one. Now, she is Irene, so she tries to seduce Sherlock (notably in upcoming chapters), but there’s never anything like a…scene. I do reference her behavior (cause you can’t deny it), and while Irene is still very much her naughty self, this story is not a bunch of erotic or explicitly sexual fluff. While I know Irene was a domina (as the Germans would say) in the BBC show, I don’t have her doing that rubbish in my story. ***she would never breakdown (at least not so early into the story), and Sherlock would never say that (again, at least not that soon into the story).ĭISCLAIMER: I want this to be as true as possible to the characters from the show. It’ll still be sentimental, but I felt like Irene was wayyyy out of character in my first draft. I’ve kind of erased the more sentimental bits and altered it. TO THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVE ALREADY READ THE SNIPPETS I’VE GIVEN YOU: I have revised it quite a lot, so it’s much different than what I originally let you read.

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I’m going to archive this on the stories/fanfics page, so it can always be viewed there, but for now, here’s the first “chapter” of my Adlock fanfiction, which is still untitled. I will get those vacation snippets uploaded soon enough, cross my heart, but for now, I thought I’d upload a little bit of content I’ve been planning for a while.Ī few of you have shown interest when I presented this little idea to you…I’m looking at you, Mama, Eva, and Ashley. Today was my first day at the Oxford summer school, and I am quite tired. over here! I’m getting ready to go to bed. Good afternoon to my friends back home – it is 10 p.m.