Exposed: A Sherlock FanFiction

Prologue

A/N: Having extreme feels for Sherlock does not do one good. So, welcome this monstorosity. Comment, Vote and Add :) I will love you forever and give you hugs in rainbows.

xo,

Boz

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In a world where power, money, secrets and corruption roam, there was a man that saw through each and every ploy pulled by all the kind of people that populate the world. Coincidentally there was also a woman. A woman whose secrets ran deeper than the roots of the oldest tree, and a woman whose intelligence knew no bounds.

To see the world from both the points of the man and the woman would be a blur of emotional tangles, warped thoughts and well… let’s face it, you wouldn’t understand it. For you see, they were the perfect imperfect counter-parts. Both were clever, both were smart, but there was one thing that differs between them. Emotion. The woman thrived on emotion, and her emotions dictated her thoughts and the way she controlled her logic. The man, however, did not. He hid from emotion and pushed emotion down. He let logic dictate his emotions. Neither were right in the way in which they controlled their emotion.

Both were wrong. Something that both rarely ever experienced. If it was not for that one fateful day when Sherlock Holmes got bored, and Clara Snowara decided that she would have some fun that these two people would ever meet. For you see, this day entwined their fates, wether they liked it or not. So, I, your dear friend shall tell this story from a rather neutral point of view, where both Sherlock and Clara are shown to their true colours. They will be shown raw, naked and above all, exposed.