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Laying on her couch, y/n's thoughts were swirling around her. A soft groan escaped her lips as she frantically rubbed her face with her palm.
"What am I doing?" She muttered under her breath as the events of the night adorned her mind.
The young artist let out a defeated sigh, looking up to the dull ceiling of her apartment. This wasn't what she had planned when she decided to return to London after the year.
Of course, she knew she would've heard about her former lover since he had gone even more popular since their doom. Yet, she never imagined rekindling with him so fast.
"Don't make the same mistakes as before y/n." She whispered to herself. "You'll only end up getting hurt again."
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The hour passed as she simply laid lazily on the comfortable cushion before faint ticking sounds came from her music room. Swiftly, the woman got up, letting the soft padding of her footsteps guide her to the sounds.
There rested her telegram, fastly typing out whatever message someone had sent.
'Who could be writing at this hour?' She wondered to herself before reading the thin paper. 'Of course... Sherlock.'
The message stipulated; Sherlock- Enola has been arrested.
Sigh. It seems she couldn't escape the Holmes' company.
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"And what I'm telling you, mister, is that I know this young lady you're keeping a hold of. I know her and she wouldn't d-" Tried to explain y/n to the annoyingly stubborn security guard before getting interrupted by loud footsteps.
"Sir." Started the policeman as he watched Sherlock Holmes approaching them angrily. "Sir!" He added again, walking in around the desk in an attempt to stop the curly haired man from passing.
As he gestured for y/n to pass before him, the broad detective imposed himself. "Don't be ridi-.
A loud clang echoed through the hall as a familiar walking stick met the wood of the desk. Stopping in his momentum, Sherlock brought y/n back behind him by her arm, making sure he was the one facing whoever had just arrived.
"Superintendent Grail." Greeted Sherlock to the bowler hat older man, a sign of reluctance filtered through his voice.
"Mr. Holmes" Grail reciprocated with the same annoyed tone.
Sherlock turned around, guiding y/n with a hand on her lower back. Grail couldn't miss that gentle gesture, silently assessing the unspoken between the two individuals. "And Miss Spencer... What a surpri-."
"I'm here for my sister. If you can arrange her release... I'd much appreciate it." The detective turned around, facing Grail again.
At the sight of the two men staring at each other, y/n couldn't help but scrunch her nose at the testosterone she could feel hovering in the air.
"She's my ward and a minor."
"And a murderer." Argued Grail against Sherlock.
"According to what evidence?" The young woman, stepped forward,
"I have plenty... Miss Spencer. She was seen arguing with the victim, following the victim, fighting with the victim, and lastly, standing over the victim's dead body. And when we find her there, with blood on her hands, she bloody runs!"
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Be mine, Again ?
FanfictionA first love is always outstanding, but what happens when it doesn't end as well as it's supposed to? All rights goes to the creators of Enola Holmes except for the main character y/n and some of my own characters. #1 - Violon {23/10/03}