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2016-02-14
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Walk the Line

Summary:

Eviarty drabbles. Some based on the premise of Moriarty working as a consultant for the librarians, some not.

Chapter 1: Sunday Drive

Notes:

Fell in love with these two and needed to write something for em. Hope you enjoy!

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It's one of the oddest experiences she's ever had. And that's saying something. She's sitting in the passenger seat, quizzing a grown man on the locations of the gas pedal, gear shift and parking break.

If any kind of supreme being exists, Eve bets this would be a good time to starting asking it for help.

"Okay. Nice and slow.” she enunciates.

He turns to look at her, lips parted in mock surprise. “Do you really think me incapable of operating one of the most basic machines of this age?”

“I think you’re a nineteenth century guy with limited experience using a cell phone, let alone a car. My car.”

“A charming nineteenth century guy with limited experience using a cell phone.” he corrects as he shifts the gear into drive, eyes smiling.

She concedes the point. “Eyes on the road.”

“As the Duchess wishes.”

They drive in silence for a few minutes around the local high school parking lot. Slowly, as requested. He takes them forwards, backwards and around, gaining confidence in the maneuvers.

Its’s 4pm on a Sunday so it’s deserted except for a few cars parked in the corner. Probably some teachers getting a jump on the week. She just barely trusts his skills enough to not hit them.

“Okay, next time you turn, brake a bit more. It’ll make the turn smoother.”

He nods. “Simple physics.”

“It’ll come in handy if you’re ever running from angry worshipers of the sun goddess Ekhi and need to take them on a trip around a roundabout few times to get ‘em off your tail.”

He grins. “And is this a common occurrence in your line of work?”

She shrugs. “Nah. It only happened twice.”

His expression is a mix of amused and impressed.

“So,” he drawls, “If I were to find myself in a less than satisfactory situation and needed to relieve such a vehicle of its owner…?”

She smiles wickedly. “I’ll teach you that after you learn to drive stick.”