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"Aw come on!" I complained, throwing my hands above my head and frowning when the TV went off. In reply to my complaining Mother Nature made a large clap of thunder. I jumped and rolled my eyes.

"Al! Where is the flashlight you always have in the room?" My boyfriend shouted to me from my room.

"I got it already!" I shouted back. "I knew the power would go out..." I added under my breath.  

He sauntered out from my room and the hallway.

"How'd you know the power would go out?" He asked, plopping down on the couch behind me. I turned around and shone the flashlight in his eyes.

"Cos I have mind powahs, remember." I reminded him with a sarcastic tone and crooked smile, wiggling my fingers on my free hand.

He chuckled and pulled me up onto the couch next to him, earning a squeak from me. He smiled and tapped my nose, which I then wrinkled.

"You're so cute." he said goofily, pulling me onto his lap. I fake pouted.

"One, don't tap my nose. Two, if I want on your lap I'll come on myself. And three, I'm not cute! I'm an assassin, like you." I listed, looking at him with a fake pout. He smiled crookedly and tapped my nose again.

"You're cute." He said mischievously.

"I'm only cute if you're adorable." I bargained, turning around on his lap so I was facing him. I put my hands on my hips. He looked me down and I rolled my eyes.

"I'm not adorable. I'm a war-hardened criminal who works for James Moriarty." He said matter-of-factly, moving my hands and putting his on my hips.

"And I'm not cute. I'm a life-hardened assassin who is friends with the most powerful and dangerous people in the world." I countered in the same tone, putting my arms on his shoulders. He thought for a moment.

"...you, Alexandra Ivy Minerva," he began, using my full name for effect. "Are one of the most stubborn people I have ever had the pleasure of knowing." He smiled genuinely and kissed the tip of my nose.

"And you, Sebastian Samuel Moran," I began in the same tone. "Are one of the most adorable people I have ever had the pleasure of loving." I smiled back at him and kissed his lips, pressing myself into him. He smiled against my lips.

"Oh you're both adorable! Get over it!" A painfully familiar voice said, butting into our conversation and coming into the apartment. Seb groaned.

"What are you doing here, Sherlock? This is /Jims/ flat." He almost-snapped.

"Val and Annabel are stuck at Irene's." he shrugged, taking off his coat and coming in like he owned the place.

"So you would rather be stuck over here than at your own apartment with John?" I asked sarcastically, turning around again in Seb's lap to face Sherlock.

"John isn't over there, he's out with Lestrade." He explained but cut himself off, settling into the chair Jim always sat in. I rolled my eyes as Seb put his arms around me and pulled me into his chest.

"Jim is here" He said dryly, not happy that now he would have to compete for my attention with Sherlock.

"Not down here." He shrugged, looking out the window. "I came over here cos I was bored."

"You're always bored. So you had to come over here? Why not go over to Irene's?"

"I don't want to be with all the girls." He said, sounding like he was whining. Seb rolled his eyes.

"So you'd rather be here ruining our evening?" Seb snapped. Sherlock raised his eyebrows.

"What about John?" I asked. "And calm down, Snipah."

"'Snipah'?" Sherlock asked sceptically.

"Inside joke. When will John come back?" I waved my hand dismissively.

"I dunno." He said in the same tone as me.

"Oh, poor baby Shakira." Seb mocked, pouting his lips a little and resting his chin on my head. I chuckled and he just rolled his eyes.

I miss my friends... *choked sob*