A Little Help (Sherlock)

[Karen 'Kaz' McKay]

Karen sighed, quickly glancing at the thin, brown watch the wardrobe department had decided to give her character. 01:00. Wow, it was later than she had previously thought. Karen was stuck at a late night filming, and, as much as she really did enjoy working there, she was tired. Last night she had stayed up late to learn the lines for the scene she now had to finish before she could go home and pass out on her bed. After a shower, of course. Running around didn't exactly leave her squeaky clean.

When the director finally yelled "CUT!", Karen high-fived everyone in reach and hugged her co-stars before heading off. She was all smiles when she turned on her flat's lights, realising she was finally home. She hung up her coat and practically darted towards the shower, tying her hair up into a bun, stripping and standing underneath the stream of hot water. It felt amazing. Her sore muscles relaxed and her stress went down in the drain. That was, until, she slipped.

Karen let out a scream, her shoulder searing with pain. The water kept falling on her as she desperately thought of a way out of this. She didn't know what was wrong with her shoulder, but it hurt like hell. She figured she had dislocated it because she couldn't even move without it hurting. 'Shit...' Karen thought as she realised she only had one option.

"Sherlock!" she called, her voice breaking with the pain and volume. She called again, and again, knowing that he'd hear as his apartment was the nearest to hers. And hopefully, the man was as asexual as he had appeared.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Sherlock didn't often sleep. When he had something to solve, he wouldn't sleep. It was too much fun and he had an occupied mind. But then when he was bored he didn't sleep either. John would probably say that it was bad, not sleeping. So instead Sherlock sat, eyes closed as he plucked at his violin strings making a soothing melody as he lay against the sofa. Maybe sleep would find him today. After all, he hadn't slept in a while and it was probably effecting him. John had gone somewhere else because aparently Sherlock was being a bit too grumpy or something like that.

"Sherlock!" The detective's eyes flew open and he leapt of the sofa, pulling on his coat and scarf in a moment's flash. Karen's voice, panicked, pain. Had someone broken in and hurt her? No sound of violence going on. By now Sherlock was half way down the stairs. Had she injuried herself? That was less interesting, but then why would she ask for him? Sherlock reached the door, tried it, but it was locked. So he picklocked it easily and walked in, closing the door behind him. So no one had come in through the door. But where was Karen?

The detective listened and heard water running. She was in the shower. The great man froze and looked back at the door.
"Are you sure you need my help?" He asked, glancing around the room, nothing had changed since he had last visited. The detective frowned, wondering what he might have to do and whether he could text John telling him that Karen had an accident. That might make the blogger return.

[Karen 'Kaz' McKay]

When Karen heard her door open she was more than relieved. The door had been locked and only one person could have broken in so silently; the very man who's help she had sought. By now, she had managed to pull down a nearby towel, which was now soaked. Hell, it only just covered what it needed to, and hugged her body pretty rightly, but Karen wasn't shy about it. Being a model and actress, she couldn't exactly be.

"Are you sure you need my help?"[/color] the detective called from nearby, Karen's relief growing.

"I think I dislocated my shoulder, Sherlock, please," she pleaded, her voice small and the pain the opposite. Sherlock was here and actually, (maybe?) wanted to help her, and for that, and if he actually did help her, she'd be eternally gratefull.

[Sherlock Holmes]

"I think I dislocated my shoulder, Sherlock, please," Sherlock froze and thought.
"John said he's gone away for a few days until I get sleep, if you want I can text him." The detective suggested, still standing in the living room and not making a move towards the door. He stood and thought for a few more seconds before slipping off his coat and walking towards the bathroom door. He slightly opened it, enough so he could hold his arm through, holding coat.
"It should be easier for you to wear my coat than getting dressed into anything else." The detective sighed. Why did he keep have to hand out his clothes? Still if he didn't help Mycroft would probably visit again and Sherlock couldn't stand that.

[Karen 'Kaz' McKay]

Sherlock's arm stuck into the bathroom door, holding out his coat just far enough for her to reach it. She smiled even though she heard his sigh. He probably hated this, but he was still doing it, so it probably wasn't that bad. "Thank you very much, Sherlock, but unless you want me to return it to you soaked, you're going to have to turn off the shower. I can't reach it. Or stand up. I'm... covered, don't worry," she added, knowing Sherlock didn't want to see anything.

[Sherlock Holmes]

"Thank you very much, Sherlock, but unless you want me to return it to you soaked, you're going to have to turn off the shower. I can't reach it. Or stand up. I'm... covered, don't worry," Those words brought another sigh from the great mind and he walked into the bathroom, keeping his eyes away from Karen and looked at the Shower, figuring out how to turn it off. Once he figured that out he turned it off and retreated back outside the door, leaving the coat within Karen's reach.
"Is that better?" The detective asked, not happy about this. "And would you rather I text John. He can probably be back within half a day."

[Dr John Watson]

Sleep, oh how he needed it, but the constantly bored and active mind he was living with, known as Sherlock, wouldn’t allow it. Just as John’s head hit the pillows Sherlock started playing away on his guitar, every time he plucked away at the strings, creating what he would call a ‘soothing melody’, John just felt this extreme craving to throw a pillow at the man’s head. In the day this was tolerable, he even welcomed the violin and all the other instruments Sherlock can play, but at night he demanded rest, sweet and soundless rest.

But in the end, just having got the man back from the dead, he decided to just stand up and get dressed in clothes decent enough for a late night coffee at anyplace open this time of night, he would search whole of London if he had to, all because, once again, they did not have milk and he needed coffee if he was going to survive the night and the upcoming day.

He got dressed in the first outfit he could throw together and tiredly passed Sherlock, half mumbling as he grabbed his coat ”Going to get coffee, might end up on a plane to anywhere where there’s not a man playing the guitar at ungodly hours.” he said, finished with placing his coat on and opened the door, shutting it once out and leaving the guitar playing, insomnia detective behind.

It wasn’t long till John finally found an open cafe; he got his coffee and felt much better after his second cup. He wanted another but decided it was probably time to go back, after all, you can only leave Sherlock alone for so long, wouldn’t want him to fake a death again or shoot the wall. John sighed and placed the money on the table, walking out and catching a cab to take him back to 221B Baker Street.

The cab dropped him off and he slowly made his way back up the stairs, passing 221A tiredly but walking back for a second look as he thought he saw Sherlock inside the flat, and not just inside it, he was in the bathroom, and he could hear a woman’s voice. His eyes widen as his thoughts raced, what the hell was he doing? He soon found himself praying to any deity that would listen that Sherlock was not doing some ‘experiment’.

He rushed in and walked into the bathroom ”Jesus, what are you doi-“ he stopped himself as he saw the very attractive woman in the bathtub, covered with just a small towel.

”Oh bloody hell I am so sorry!” he apologized, immediately holding his hand a few inches in front of his eyes, looking to Sherlock. ” Sherlock, mind explaining to me what’s going on here?”

[Karen 'Kaz' McKay]

'Yay, an audience!' Karen thought as yet another person joined to witness her naked and injured in a bathtub. This must be the flatmate, John, Sherlock was always going on about. Karen - her face now as bright red as her hair - waved awkwardly at the man. It was one thing if Sherlock saw her like this because that man probably wouldn't know what to do if sex was presented to him on a silver platter, but now this! She winced for a split second at the pain in her shoulder, caused by the wave.

"Karen McKay, nice to meet you," she said as if this was all completely normal.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Sherlock still didn't know what to do with Karen, why did she have to go and dislocate her shoulder. Her murder would be interesting, but he had to help her. The detective sighed, but brightened up as the sound of someone else approaching caught his attention. Unless Sherlock was mistaken (which he never was) it sounded like John had returned. This should help, he was a doctor, he could make Karen better and then Sherlock could return to his musings as he tried to get to sleep, which wasn't likely to happen anyway.
”Jesus, what are you doi-“ Sherlock turned to face John.
"Ah, here you are John. Karen McKay has injuried her shoulder, you should be able to help." Sherlock said, quickly making a move to exit.

”Oh bloody hell I am so sorry!” Sherlock hadn't even got past John when that remark had escaped the blogger's lips and Sherlock wondered what other statements John might say.
” Sherlock, mind explaining to me what’s going on here?” Sherlock paused, he had figured out that Karen would introduce herself.
"Karen McKay, nice to meet you,"

"Our newest neighbour, Karen McKay has injuried herself while showering and shouted for my help. She is an actress in a program called Doctor Who and is from Scotland." Sherlock said, walking into the kitchen and started looking around.
"You can fix her, I'll make tea." The detective said, opening a fridge and poking around for some milk. If not, Sherlock thought that they might have some milk in his apartment.

[Dr John Watson]

In all honesty, tea would be nice, he just had two cups of coffee but the Brit could never say no to a good cup of tea, especially when it was Sherlock making it, he barely got the man to do anything in the kitchen other than store heads and fingers in the fridge.
But then again, there was the fact of an injured woman, naked in a bathtub, with only a towel, that needed help, and John couldn't help but frown after the man as he walked out, feeling that he once again has to apologize, this time on behalf of Sherlock's manners.

"Karen McKay, nice to meet you," she had introduced herself, though John half forgot since Sherlock stepped out after giving their neighbor's whole life details in a short summary.

"She is an actress in a program called Doctor Who and is from Scotland." As those words repeated in his head he raised an eyebrow, though his expression soon turned shocked, but he forced it away with a quick clear of the throat, now was obviously not the time to freak out about Karen McKay, the famous Doctor Who star; a show John absolutely obsessed over.

"John Watson, though you probably already know that," he half pointed towards Sherlock, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He stepped closer, looking for anything nearest that might cover her up a bit more once out of the bathtub.

"Sorry about Sherlock, he's not use to these... Situations. But don't worry, I'll get you out of here and fixed up in no time." he said as he spotted the coat, grabbing it from it's place and holding it ready.

"Oh, and Sherlock, if there's no milk you won't find at ours either, we're out... Again." he said with a soft sigh in Sherlock's direction before turning back to Karen.

"Milk, the one normal thing we don't have in our fridge," he said as if in a form of a joke, anything to get a smile on her lips.

"I know that this will hurt, but for me to be able to fix your shoulder we're going to have to get you out of the bathtub first. I'll help, if you'll allow that?" he asked politely, knowing this was not exactly what she had expected from a late night shower.

"And Sherlock will help too, isn't that right, Sherlock?" he called in Sherlock's direction with an half demanding tone and expression, but as he looked back to Karen, the small smile returned to his lips.

[Karen 'Kaz' McKay]

Karen smiled as the man talked. He was really nice. Especially compared to Detective Grumpy busy in her kitchen. She was so relieved to see a friendly face, especially at a time like this. Her arm really hurt and he seemed competent. 'I'll help, if you'll allow that?' he asked.

"Oh, God, yes," Karen huffed, the pain in her shoulder really was just increasing. She smiled up at him, glad for his offer to help. "You're... Gonna have to help me up. I can only use one arm, so..." she trailed off, holding out her uninjured arm that had been holding the small towel to her body. Kaz smiled apologetically up at him, a small (but prominent) blush on her cheeks, redder than her tied up hair.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Sherlock was fine leaving John with Karen, she was injured and John was a doctor. It should work out. There was tea bags and a kettle and after a hunt, Sherlock found milk, much to the detective's delight. He checked the date and smell for once as well and it appeared to be perfectly fine.
"Oh, and Sherlock, if there's no milk you won't find at ours either, we're out... Again."
"Karen has milk. And are you able to buy milk tomorrow?" Sherlock asked, casually as he put water into the kettle and waited for it to boil.

Karen and John continued to talk and Sherlock paid attention to the tea.
"And Sherlock will help too, isn't that right, Sherlock?"
"I am helping. I'm making tea." Sherlock commented and it wasn't long until the kettle boiled and he poured it into three cups with tea bags. Then he started to look for sugar and he occasionally stirred the tea. The detective actually remembered what kind of tea John and Karen prefered and carefully measured out the sugar and milk.
"Is she better or clothed yet?" Sherlock asked as the tea was nearly finished.

[Dr John Watson]

Maybe this was just some dream that seemed very, very real. Here he was, standing in Karen McKay's bathroom while she's in the bathtub, injured and only covered in a towel, most likely every Doctor's dream. Hell, most likely every male that ever watched Doctor Who's dream. It was times like these John truly was happy for living with the Consulting Detective.

John blinked his tired eyes as she said "You're... Gonna have to help me up. I can only use one arm, so..." but soon after that another voice asked the question he heard at least once a week "And are you able to buy milk tomorrow?" John could do nothing but sigh, especially as he spoke again "I am helping. I'm making tea.

"I'm so sorry... " He apologized on behalf of Sherlock, again, and ignored the milk question for now since there was more important things to attend to, like getting the injured woman out of the bathtub, which he now had to do on his own because someone just had to make tea.

"Alright, sorry if this hurts or... Well, I'll try not to look or, yeah... Sorry," he leaned down, placing her arm around his neck and his around her waist "Come on then, one, two, three..." He quickly helped her to her feet, trying his best to keep his eyes away, not bothering with the coat anymore since he realized it won't exactly help with her having an injured shoulder, instead he just tried to keep her towel from falling off.

"Is she better or clothed yet?" he heard Sherlock asked and quickly replied. "No, Sherlock, I first need to fix her shoulder before she can get clothed. But she's out of the bathtub. How's the tea? I think she's going to need it after another few minutes." he replied and helped her to sit down.

"This next part might... Hurt." he warned.

[Karen 'Kaz' McKay]

John kept mentioning how much fixing her arm would hurt, which, to be honest, bothered her a lot more than being practically naked. Karen remembered twisting her ankle playing netball when she was younger, and if it was anything like that... "This next part might... Hurt."

She took a deep breath and nodded. "It's okay. Hurts like hell now, anyway, so best get it done," she said reassuringly, more to reassure herself than the doctor.

[Sherlock Holmes]

"I'm so sorry... " Sherlock stirred the tea as John appologised for something, the detective treating the tea like an experiment. His pale eyes watched as the tea mixed with the sugar. The sounds of John helping Karen up echoed around and Sherlock was incredibly glad that he no longer had to help her and instead could focus on the tea which was clearly more important. Besides John was a doctor and much more qualified to help. If Karen had a run in with Moriarty then Sherlock would be more than happy to help. But that was not the case so Sherlock made tea. Mainly for his own benefit.

The tea was ready and Sherlock took a sip from his own cup. Waiting to see if he would be summond to deliver the tea.
"No, Sherlock, I first need to fix her shoulder before she can get clothed. But she's out of the bathtub. How's the tea? I think she's going to need it after another few minutes."
"The tea is ready." Sherlock replied shortly, taking another sip from his own cup. From what he heard from the conversation between Karen and John, the more painful part was about to set in.