Tangled in Lies...(Sherlock BBC love story)

Two pieces collide...

Takes place in 2012, a day after the fall...

I was walking around the park. It was 7 o’clock in the morning and the weather was as cold as ice. We’re in the middle of November and London is freezing. If I had enough money I would totally run away to Hawaii. How pathetic, the rich girl, the girl who had everything now is struggling to keep end to end, works a crappy job and all of those money and stuff were left away in another life.

It’s not like I need them…I scooted my coat closer to my body to protect myself from the wind which was violently blowing trough my long ginger-blonde waves. Who is crazy enough to walk alone at 7 o’clock in the morning? Someone like me. I just can’t sleep. I have so many thoughts on my mind and I can’t close my eyes.. I need to calm down and stop with thinking…but what will stop me from thinking?

As I was getting closer towards the benches I noticed one man sitting alone. Wow, I’m not the only one who likes morning walks? He somehow looked really familiar. He was tall, his hair was black, perfectly curled fitting him so well, I couldn’t notice his figure good enough but he looked pretty skinny. His skin color was really pale making the bags under his exhausted eyes more visible. He looked at my direction and noticed that I was starring at him. We exchanged couple of stares for longer than 2 minutes. Then I decided to sit next to him. And I did. My totally frozen hands were aching for something soft and warm to be put in. I can’t forgive myself that I forgot my gloves at my flat. My cheeks were probably red and I couldn’t feel my nose.

“Can you tell me how to erase yesterday from my thoughts?”-he suddenly spoke up first. I looked at him confused and smiled.

“Why would you like to erase yesterday, sir?”

“I have so much into my brain that I just want it to go away”-he murmured, it sounded more like a soft and hurt whisper. I had the urge to hug him.

“People are doing everything to remember as much as they can, why do you want to remove everything that makes you who you are? Including yesterday?”-I asked scooting closer next to him. He smiled. His smile was so beautiful, but yet so sad and hurt. For me he looked like a wounded bird that lost its willing to fly. Like flying could hurt him.

“Happily and sadly I’m not like them”

“You can never be like them, you’re special.”-I said. His red and puffy eyes met mine and didn’t move away. He looked so fragile like he wasn’t that Sherlock Holmes who had hell of a self esteem and could blow the whole city with his ideas. He was broken.

“How are you Ms. Adler?”-he asked between the stare. I wasn’t confused because he knew my last name, everybody knows me and I’m really aware of his deduction skills. So he’s not scaring me.

“Quite good Mr. Holmes”-I answered crossing my hands and moving my look on the empty swings.

“I’m glad that one of us is good”-he answered. I looked down at my hands.

“Sorry for this radical question but weren’t you suppose to be dead?”-I asked. He glanced at me again and we both burst into laughter.

“I escaped death, magically”-he answered in between the laugh. I laughed even more.

“Right now I assume you have no where to stay…Molly can’t keep you into her flat forever.”-I said not looking at him. He looked at me strangely impressed.

“So, we could share my flat if you want”-I continued. A small smile escaped his lips as he locked his eyes on me for the 100th time that morning. Everything was happening so quick. But I felt like I needed to help him. I couldn’t help myself why don’t I help someone else.

“I think I could...Molly is amused whenever I’m near but…”

“You’re not…”-I said matter-of-factually. He nodded slowly even thought he didn’t want. After all Sherlock Holmes had feelings and he was careful not to hurt someone who cared about him.

“I’m sure she’ll understand…of course she’ll be a bit jealous…since she likes you…”-I paused when he gave me a funny look. “Ohh, sorry…I thought you knew”-I awkwardly continued.  

 “I knew but how do you know so much about Molly?”-he asked bluntly.

“I know her, and by a lucky guess I also know that she likes you…you should see how her eyes shine whenever she talks about you”-I answered glancing at him slowly. He looked down. I guess he didn’t want to talk about Molly and the way she fancied him. I somehow thought it was because he couldn’t give her the certain feedback she looks and lurks for. I allowed the silence to drive around us for a moment. The cold wind was ‘dancing’ around us, picked my wet bottom lip. It was getting colder and colder within every day. London was drowning and sinking in melancholy and loneliness again…Drowing in grey…colors were vanishing one by one away from people’s faces, leaving lifeless masks.

“When can I come to take your luggage, Mr. Holmes?”-I broke the silence little more directly getting closer to him.

“Right now, if you don’t mind and I’ll take it myself”

I smiled. Before he could say anything I occupied him with a massive hug. He was confused, astonished somehow he hugged back coldly.

“I know that you’re not a fake...”-I said between the hug. I felt how his hands locked on my back. He needed someone to hug him. Doctor Watson meant everything to him even thought he wasn’t showing. Loyal friends. What are they? Do they exist? This is not a period of friendship. Everybody is betrayed and left alone. Nobody cares about your feelings. Even your family has their own problems. This is how we both won’t be alone for awhile. The silence was embracing both of us as we kept our hug longer than it should be.

“Thank you”-he murmured between the hug. I smiled.

“I’m honored to help you Mr. Holmes”-I answered when we finally departed.