Strangest Stranger

21

(Flashback)

I wake up, feeling the cold air on my face. I may be wrapped in blankets, but the air is too cold! Pulling the blanket around me, I walk out into the front room of 221B. I see Sherlock, also wrapped in a blanket, holding a cup of coffee, and reading something on his laptop.

I go make myself a cup of tea, then sit down on the sofa next to him. I just sit there in silence, knowing he doesn't like unnecessary noise, and I don't feel like talking anyway.

He clears his throat, then says, sounding a bit congested, "Are you alright? You normally talk more." I say nothing, and he says, "Oh, silent treatment."

I shake my head 'no', then lean my head against his shoulder, closing my eyes. A moment later, he sighs, then stands up, making me fall over. "Sherlock." I groan.

He says, "Talking now, are we?"

I walk back to my room, saying, "I'm bored, and I'm going out. Need anything?" I pull my clothes on, fix my hair, and then walk back into the front room. I say, as he looks at me, "Bye."

He says, "Watch out for killers."

"I've already met one!" I yell back, playfully, walking down the stairs.

I hear him chuckle, then the cold air hits me as I step out the door. I shiver, then start walking to get warm. I turn the corner, and walk into someone, almost falling over. The man says, holding my arms, "I'm so sorry! Are you okay?"

I say, smiling, "Yeah, I'm fine."

That's when he says, with a change in his tone of voice, "Good."

He knocks me to the ground, putting a cloth loaded with chloroform on my face, trying to make me pass out.

I start screaming Sherlock's name, before I pass out, then my screams turn into murmurs. I black out, seeing Sherlock's silhouette when I close my eyes. Help me, Sherlock! Please help me!

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Sherlock's POV

(Still flashback)

I'm holding a teacup in my hand, when I hear someone screaming my name. At first, I ignore it, but then it hits me. Alliana left me two minutes ago. I drop the teacup, and it shatters on the floor, in front of my feet.

I dash out the door, ready to rescue her, but the screams stop. I freeze, listening for a sound that will give me a clue. Nothing helps.

I walk down the street, and turn the corner, but my nose picks up a strange scent. Is that...chloroform? I also smell a bit of anesthesia. But why? Who would- "Oh, oh, stupid..." I murmur out loud, not caring who hears me. It's obviously Moriarty trying to scare me into backing off. But why'd he use her? Take John, not her! Wait...what did I just say? More importantly, why did I just say that? I whip out my phone, and call John.

"Okay, Sherlock, I'll be right over." He says.

(A few minutes later)

"John, I don't know what to do!" I say, throwing my arms up in the air in frustration. He just watches me pace the floor, with a slight smile on his face. I ask, "Why are you smiling? An innocent girl has just been kidnapped and you're grinning. What is wrong with you?"

"You like her." John says, simply.

I shoot back, "No, I don't!" I don't know, do I? That feeling I got when I realized that it was her screaming. Was that...emotion? Sentiment? How can I possibly have feelings for a woman that I just met a while ago?

John says, "Oh, but you do." as if he read my mind. Do I?

"I do, actually." I say out loud, on accident.

As soon as the words fall out of my mouth, John says, "I knew it."

I say, towering over him as he sits in his chair, "You cannot tell her, or I will have no choice but to take drastic measures."

John just chuckles, thinking that I'm joking, then his expression changes when he realizes that I'm not kidding. "Really? You would do that? To your best friend? Mary would kill you." He says, looking anxious.

I glare at him, and he proceeds to have a 'staring contest' (as Alliana would call it) with me. I pretend that my eyes are lasers, burning John's eyes to a crisp, like that TV show about those bionic kids that I watched with Alliana one day, out of boredom. It was okay, I guess, but I prefer that weird show that she introduced to me. What was it called? Doctor...something or other.

John finally crumbles under heat (haha get it?), saying, "Fine! I won't tell her. But you'll have to, sometime."

I say, brushing it off, "Yes, yes, of course." Then I add, "I wasn't actually going to hurt you, I just wanted to see if I could win a staring contest. But I would have been very cross with you, and probably wouldn't have spoken to you for a few days, that's all."

John says, looking like he's going to burst, "You do that anyway!"

"Well, then there'd be more silent days than usual, okay?"

John shakes his head, saying, "You bloody psychopath."

I say to him, laughing a bit, "That's enough Anderson for you!"

"Don't worry, Sherlock, we'll find her."

I say, still pacing, "I hope so. I don't know what I'd do if we didn't. All I know is that I'll kill Moriarty if we don't find her."

John says, "You love her."

I smirk, saying, "I just might, John, I just might."