Failed Conclusion (Fanfiction)

It was way past dark. The perfect time for Sherlock to sneak around Victor’s shack he called a home. The blond detective was discreet as he noiselessly strolled by the outer walls, making his way to a window which he would use to peer inside at his friend. “You suck at this.” The familiar voice came from behind Sherlock. He whipped around to see none other than Victor.


Sherlock scoffed. “I’m actually pretty good. Just not with you it seems.” This caused Victor to laugh a little.


“I have been stalking longer than you have been alive.” Victor raised an eyebrow and ran a hand through his hair. His logic rang true, Sherlock couldn’t exactly retort so he just rolled his eyes. “It’s natural I am better than you.” Victor enjoyed besting Sherlock a little too much.


The black haired man grinned, proud of himself. “So you were stalking me? How else would you appear behind me like this? Unless you knew I would come.”
Sherlock may have been bested in tailing but he had an easy enough time figuring out what Victor had been up to.


“A little bit of both.” The confession from Victor made pride well up in the detective.


Sherlock put his hands on his hips and raised an eyebrow. “Why would you be stalking me?” he then sighed and reflected on how Victor had earlier walked out of tea that Sherlock had asked him to join in on, as Sherlock had recently found a new friend and wanted them to meet. Victor made the jealous comment ‘Have fun on your date.’ To this moment Sherlock still couldn’t understand why his friend had said that. “On the same note what is wrong with you lately?”


Victor wanted to avoid answering that at almost any cost. “What’s wrong with you?” he retorted with a smirk.


“Nothing.” Sherlock groaned. “I was asking about you. I’m concerned.” He continued to pester Victor though he knew by this point the conversation wouldn’t go anywhere.


As if to prove Sherlock’s conclusion Victor gave a cocky response. “Take that first word, isolate it, and there’s your answer.” Victor’s face looked somewhat faked. Sherlock couldn’t necessarily tell if it was a façade or not but he knew something was off.


The shorter one moved his arms from his hips and crossed them. “Then why did you walk out of the café earlier?”


“Unlike you, I have stable work.”


“I can tell when you are upset, you moron.” Sherlock sighed, he really did want to know what upset his friend.


Victor, however, deflected every query as they came. “And I can tell when you are on drugs.” He chuckled at his own teasing remark.


The detective wasn’t one to give up, but at this point he was considering it. “True, but beside the point.”


“What was the point again?” Victor laughed again. He leaned closer to Sherlock, ruffled his hair and then vanished. Sherlock cursed at himself for doing a horrid job of getting to the bottom of things.