the inestimable irene adler . iris thorpe (nightmrholmes) wrote in bellumlogs, @ 2010-02-23 23:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | dr. watson, irene adler |
Who: Micah and Iris
What: Doctorin'?
Where: His apartment, I can't keep the numbers straight.
When: After this.
Warnings: I don't think any?
Iris had plenty to think about after her most recent post. Shane had proven to be astute as well as observant, and while the latter was not exactly a surprise, the former certainly was. He posed a certain type of threat to her, the kind where she would have to be a little more careful about herself around him. Iris was a chameleon of many colors, but the game would be up if her skin was rainbow at any given time. As long as he gave the damn tracker back, she was satisfied of her own safety. The empty apartment offered little hindrance to her recent imprisonment-due-to-injury, since there wasn't anything much for her to trip over. All it was, really, was depressing.
As she pulled on a sweater and found her keys, her thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a pair of strange cold eyes. Shane, urbane, polite, oh-so-slightly Irish, with his nice shoulders. Hmmm. Perhaps a little more caution wouldn't be paranoia.
The doctor, she suspected, was just a flirt. She wondered if he was actually a doctor, and after a little thought, she doubted it. He amused her, though, and she enjoyed his conversation, and it was enough to entice her from her cave. Though it certainly didn't feel minor as she hobble-hopped out of her doorway, the ankle was just a sprain, and she'd walked--well, run--on worse. (Of course there was a lot of adrenaline that time, one should account for that...)
Iris took her time as she made her way down the hall, borrowing doorknobs and the wall for support. Really, she ought to have a crutch or something. If she'd even had so much as a tall umbrella, she would have brought it, but she didn't. Amazing how one takes two feet for granted. She got there, eventually anyway, and knocked on the doctor's door, already sincerely regretting the trip. A little flirting wasn't going to make up for the amount of pain she was in right now. It was stupid: cabin-fever catching up to her.
Too late now.