So....That encounter with who I assume is another Mr.Holmes, was pretty..Well just weird really actually but at least I'm finally back and now I can get "ready" for my "date" which I hope Matt doesn't think is a date because that might be a bit awkward. Apart from the fact that you actually like him. I do not have a crush on some thirty one year old doctor that I just met today, he's a stranger who I know nothing about! Except that you already know that he likes cats, is a doctor that probably works at Saint Bartholomew's and you know that he's thirty one which means he's older than you by a year, oh and not to mention that he reads your blog so he knows basically more about you than you know about him. Okay that might be true but who's the one to say that I can't like him. Urm...Me..Well technically you. Oh just go bugger off why don't you.
"Oh and one word of advice Miss.M, I think it's best you stay away from Sherlock Holmes before..Something happens to you" I can't get those words out of my head ever since I got out of the car and got inside my room. What does he mean before something happens to me? Is he trying to warn me or does he know about what I've done? Either way it's not good but why is he telling me this?! He hardly knows me so why does he care....Or maybe he doesn't really care about me but instead he's threatening me? Agh I don't know!! I hate not knowing these sort of things!!!.........I think I'm just going to relax.......Yeah that's a good idea........A very good..Idea.....
I slowly walked over to my new grey silk and oak bed and gently laid myself down on top of the silver cover, resting my whole body and faced the white ceiling and just stared at it as I slowly started to drift off into a deep dark rest, oh but did I not know what was to happen if I did and what I would come face to face with the things I have tried so hard to run away from ever since that day..
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A small girl with raven black hair and majestic, deep bright blue eyes with a pale face and rosey cheeks was sat on the dry hard ground in the back garden of what assumed to be her home. There was a dark brown coated fence around the garden and around the other gardens near her, but in the garden next to her were two young boys near her age but older but yet did she know that she would encounter them either today or in the future but they would not recognise each other.
The small raven haired girl walked over to the fence where on the other side two boys lived along with their mother and father, she could hear the sounds of the voices arguing like they do every other day, she knew them as the Holmes brothers or as she prefers to call them the two boys who talk to much and don't know when to stop and always argue about something stupid or pointless. Unlike every other day this girl decided to watch them through a small gap in the fence but unfortunately she could only see the back of who she assumed was the younger brother, Sherlock. But luckily she was still able to hear their constant arguing.
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Slowly opening my eyes I could see the faint silhouette of a man wearing a dark blue suit. "You've done well this time darling but now I'm afraid the game is on, you will tell him that won't you? For me little Emilia?" The mysterious man asked me as he gently stroked my cheek, I recognised his voice now, I know who he is, James Moriarty, my boss, my big brother.I continued to look up at James as he stopped caressing my cheek and just left his fingers laying there, I felt powerless like I was under his control. I could faintly see the outline of his smirk as I was still half awake, "of course you will after all you know what happens if you don't oh and don't worry I'm not going to leave you without a little reward for your "distraction" so I will," my eyes slowly moved down towards his hands to see a piece of folded up paper along with a small knife, "Oh don't worry I'm not going to hurt you, you're just too precious to me now don't forget what I told you, tell Sherlock Holmes that the game is on" he reminded as he placed the paper neatly in front of my own hand. I tried to open my mouth to say something but I never felt my lips separate only to see pitch black darkness and then followed by a deep pain in my ankle, like someone had just digged a knife into my skin and now it was bleeding, but this only resulted in me letting out a loud scream as the pain continued on as I delved into unconsciousness.
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I'm not the mad one (BBC Sherlock)
FanfictionEmilia Jane M. Isn't your average thirty year old but of course who would be if you were more than just acquaintances to the two most smartest men in all of London, England and an army doctor from Afghanistan. Do you KNOW who they are? Why she knows...
