For Sherlock of some flavor or another

[tofightinjustice]

There's a heavy bag hung up on one of the trees at the edge of the Milliways forest. It's a little off the beaten path, which is nice, and Bryce finds that working in the cool not-Scottish air is a lot less dehydrating than working in the California sun.

For her size (she's middling tall but not very bulky), she's giving the bag a fairly thorough beating.

Comments

[tofightinjustice]

"Yeah, true. Unfortunately."

[sicaria]

She wonders why on Earth she is now thinking about Obadiah Stane.

[tofightinjustice]

Bryce feels like she ought to be saying something to let Sherlock down gently, or something, about how she doesn't like girls or whatever. But she's not clear on exactly what to say, or why she should say it. Whatever "it" is.

[sicaria]

Sherlock is completely oblivious to this. It has not occurred to her that Bryce might have any sort of input.

[tofightinjustice]

So they're just going to . . . sit here awkwardly, then?

Great.

Seriously, now what?

When the awkward silence starts to be too much to bear, Bryce stands up and starts dusting dirt off of her clothes.



"It was a good fight," she offers.

"I wouldn't mind doing it again."

[sicaria]

"I wouldn't either," Sherlock agrees. "I learned a lot."

[tofightinjustice]

Bryce quirks a smile at her, small and wry but genuine, and extends a hand.

"See you later, then."

[sicaria]

She shakes Bryce's hand firmly.

"See you," she echoes.