Him, Sherlock Holmes

Chapter 3~ Gum Chewing Mastermind

Edited 7/23/2k16

-------Willow's POV---------

I walk out the door of 221B Baker Street carelessly and I end up up tripping, but I don't fall. Someone catches me. I look at the shoes. Male, 5'7" or 5' 8". Very expensive shoes, fairly new. I look up at the man who is holding me in his arms. His breath smells of mint, he's chewing gum. He's hard to deduce. That's for sure. 

He smiles and I feel my stomach turn to ice. Who is this man!? I want to run, but something tells me if I run, I'll die. I stand in front of him, he's only 2 inches taller than me. Trying my best to analyze him, I end up staring too long. 

"Unskillful Willow. Let's go take a walk and play a game." He grins and turns walking away. If I don't follow I'll probably die. I follow, taking long strides to catch up to him. I'm not sure how i feel about this guy.

We have been walking for quite some time when he finally says something. "Tell me Willow, do you like fairy tales?" His question uneases me. I frown slightly in confusion.

"No not necessarily." I respond hesitantly. I look at him and he's frowning. Not a mad frown, but a disappointed one.

"Oh well that's too bad. But do you know what every fairytale needs?" His soft Irish accent almost terrifies me. I stop walking and he does as well. I look down at the ground, dark spots begin collecting at the cement. The dripping begins. 

"What does every fairy tale need?" His dark eyes stare into my bright blue ones. He isn't smiling anymore.

"Every fairytale needs a good old fashioned villain." His face turns into an evil smile the second after he says it. He turns and starts walking away. Without looking away he starts to say something else. "Oh, and by the way. Tell Sherlock; James Moriarty says hi." He sings. My eyes widen. What has Sherlock got to do with this?

I sprint back to the flat and go through the door quietly. I sneak up the stairs hoping not to be noticed. I walk into the kitchen filling up a glass of water from the tap. I look into the sink and I'm not surprised. There's a brain, a brain in the sink. A bloody real brain.

I sigh looking for John hoping he could tell me more about that man. Jim was his name. He doesn't seem like a Jim. I don't see John. I look into the living room and see Sherlock on the couch. I walk over to the armchair across from him and sit down.

I can't tell if Sherlock is sleeping or thinking. Seeing that his breath is calm and body extremely relaxed that he's probably sleeping. I stand up and walk over to the desk with papers scattered all over. I pick up a random newspaper sit back down and read it. It's boring. I find myself another trying to keep myself from falling asleep, but it's no use.
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-------Johns POV---------
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I walk up the stairs quietly knowing Mrs. Hudson is probably asleep. I came back a little late. I hope Sherlock doesn't notice my late appearance. I walk into the living room surprised to see Sherlock and Willow fast asleep. Sherlock on the couch sprawled out. Willow curled up in a ball in the armchair across from him. I smile warmly at the two. I run to the closet in my room and grab a couple quilts. When I come back I see that Willow is shivering. I place a blanket over her and another over Sherlock. 

I'm such a mother.

I wonder if she'll ever come again. I hope so. It'll give Sherlock something to do. Someone to talk to besides me. 

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