Him, Sherlock Holmes

Chapter 12~ Parents and Him.

-----John POV--------
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I see Willow. I am shocked. She said she was going to stay in her room all night. I smile then ignore, I see Sherlock standing by the door frame of the kitchen and living room. I walk up to him. He's glaring at Willow with intensity and analyzing her every movement and word as she speaks. I look over to see who she is speaking to.

Of course. It's Sherlock's parents. She's talking to them with such kindness and a smile spread across her face. Either she could be having a good time or she's planning something. Heck, could be both.

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-----Willow POV---------
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How in the world can these nice, innocent, just wonder filled people be related to Sherlock. I mean to be honest, he's a big pessimist sometimes. These people are just- just the nicest people. I can't help but to actually be in the conversation.

"What's your name Darlin" the women's voice is motherly caring and soothes me in a weird way.

"Willow." I smile.

"Oh what a beautiful name," she scoffs. "Say do you know the young lad Sherlock." She says pointing to him.

"Oh Sherlock? Yes, yes I know Sherlock." I smile. I keep on smiling. "I am actually living here with him and John." I grin.

"Oh how lovely, he needs someone like you around." She laughs. That didn't phase her whatsoever. I turn my head to the stepping coming toward us. It's Sherlock. His face straight.

"Leave." He speaks clearly. Sherlock's mother looks disappointed.

"You know that always upset Mummy." I whip around to the voice behind me. There's a man, brown hair, sharp nose. His eyes a brown green.

Mummy?

No way.

It can't be. No.

I look at Sherlock questioning and slightly shocked. Then with the same face to the man. Mycroft rolls his eyes.

"Yes, we're brothers." He blurts out before I could've said anything.

"She could've figured it out herself, Mycroft." Sherlock glares.

"Yeah, I just started to question it too." I tease. Sherlock and Mycroft begin to argue about random things. I mouth to Mrs. Holmes 'Want to talk somewhere else'. She doesn't seem to understand so I lean in and whisper. "Would you like to speak somewhere else. I really think it would be nice to get to know you." She nods smiling. I lead her downstairs and out the door. We stand outside in the night air.

"I'm sorry I made you come out here." I say softly.

"Oh, it's no problem Deary, I love to be outside sometimes." She smiles. I smile back.

"What was Sherlock like?" I ask quietly after a moment of awkward silence. She seems to have been lost in her own world, but only for a moment.

"Pardon?" She's back to reality. I breath in not knowing if I should ask again.

"Nevermind." I say abruptly. "Its nothing, say where are you staying?" I ask looking for an excuse to change the topic. Also hoping she never heard what I asked.

"We'll be heading back home in a cabby Dear." She doesn't stop smiling. Her positivity makes me positive and smile uncontrollably. Inside I am completely dismayed by her. "Thank you for asking." Just dismayed by her positive reaction to everything. She yawns.

"Would you like it if I get a cab for you while you get your husband." I don't want to seem rushing, but too late. She keeps smiling, no sudden movement of sadness or disappointment. But I see relief.

"Thank you for your kindness."

"Yes. No problem."

I was really hoping to do something horrible to Sherlock. Like a prank and how he has no sense of humor. I guess that wouldn't have worked.

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------John POV---------

The day is done and everyone is gone. The place is quiet again. Sherlock and Willow are in their rooms or in the livingroom doing a case most of the time. I havn't seen them in a day or so. Over half the food has gone spoiled.

I hear a door open and I look to see that it is Willow. She looks tired. A bit too tired. She walks up to me she needs to talk about something, but I can't quite figure out what. She holds her eyelids closed for longer than a long blink. She hasn't opened them.

"Willow?" Her head slowly starts to hang. Her breathing is steady and she looks calm. I wait moment for her to respond. She doesn't. She looks limp. Only her legs are holding her up.

She's standing and sleeping!

Willows legs give out from under her and I reach out to catch her . I try and carry her but that doesn't work. I am slightly surprised because she is lighter than me and around the same height. I start to drag her. This works. I drag her back into her room. I throw her up onto her bed. I look around her room and am in awe along with worry at all the papers on the wall. She is definitely working on something. I look at the work she has done and am filled with fear. These pictures and document aren't just for cases. There are pictures of Him.

Jim Moriarty.

I look at Willow. She looks relaxed, but exhausted. She just doesn't seem like the Willow I know after looking at the work. I shake it off and let her sleep.

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