|10 Things I Hate About Holmes
Author: Erin3000 PM
I have decided to redo this story.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance - Chapters: 3 - Words: 2,086 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 04-03-12 - id: 7986498
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Authors Note: I decided I didn't like how this story was going so I've decided to redo it. So here's chapter 1.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock Holmes in the 22nd century or 10 Things I Hate About You.
I had had a hard day at work as usual and Holmes was definitely not making things easy on me. We'd had a large fight a few months ago and I hadn't talked to him and refused to see him. He hadn't tried to see me even though he was at fault. I know he didn't mean what he said and did but it still hurt. He'd toyed with my emotions for the last time. I felt like a walking experiment to him and I had had enough.
I walked up the famed steps I had decided to tell him how I felt and see what happened. I didn't care I was going back to America in a few days and if he wanted to say something and confirm my suspicions about his feelings for me then good. If not well I wouldn't have to talk to him or see him ever again.
The door opened for me like it always did and I saw everyone in there Wiggins, Tennyson, Deidre, Watson, and Holmes. Holmes stood up and looked at me and said, "Lestrade I…"
"Just let me say one thing then I'll go."
He nodded his head at me and I took a deep breath and looked him in the eye.
"I hate the way you talk to me,
And the way you cut your hair
I hate it when you drive my car,
I hate it when you stare,
I hate your bulky Inverness,
And the way you read my mind,
I hate you so much it makes me sick,
It even makes me rhyme,
I hate the way you're always right,
I hate it when you lie,
I hate it when you make me laugh,
Even worse when you make me cry,
I hate it when you're not around,
And the fact that you didn't call,
Mostly I hate the way I don't hate you,
Not even close,
Not even a little bit,
Not even at all."
I was crying towards the end of it and I saw how everyone was looking at me and an undecipherable look on his face. I turned around and left not wanting to look back. I made it to my car before I caved in and turned around to see if he even cared to look. He wasn't in the window or anywhere around.
I got into my car and drove to the airport to get the next transport out of there. I was going back home and take over the family business and try hard to forget my association with Mr. Sherlock Holmes. As I got on the transport I turned around to see if I had been followed I didn't see anyone at all. I got on and the transport took off and I didn't look back.
Author's Note: Don't worry I'm going to do another chapter. I love happy endings.