The Impossable Girl and the High Functioning Sociopath

Part 3

Sherlock smiles and I hear the annoying brit say something.

"Are you two done making googly eyes at each other? We have work to do." He says clearly annoyed.

"Shut up you, moron," I say glancing harshly at him.

"Harley!" Anna yells. "I am so sorry, Mr Holmes."

"Quite alright." He says.

I walk over close to him. "You need to keep your comments and opinions to yourself before something bad happened to you," I then walk to my room and close the door. After a few minutes, there is a knock at the door.

"Go away, Anna!" I yell as I throw a knife at a dummy hitting him in the chest.

"It's not Anna. It's Sherlock." Sherlock says through the door. I go to the door and unlock it. I walk back to the dummy and throw my knives. "You have a very good aim, darling."

I throw another knife and I keep throwing until they are all sticking in my dumby. I go to my bed and sit. I feel the bed dip down next to me.

"I apologize for my brother." He says and I nod.

"It's not your brother. It's my sister." I say and he looks at me. "She is just like your brother."

"I can see that, but would you come? It's nice to have someone who understands how I see things." He says and I smile.

"Alright," I say and he smirks.

"Good. Pack your things we leave tomorrow." He says then he gets up and walks out. I pull out a small case and I begin packing clothing. I pack a couple pairs of sweatpants and dress pants, a couple of t-shirts then some dress shirts and a pair of tennis shoes and a couple pairs of nice boot heels. After I finish packing I hear a knock at the door.

"What?" I call out and I hear the door open. I stop and grab a knife and throw it at the door as a warning to whoever just walked in the room and I hear a shriek. I look and see Anna.

"What happened?" I hear John say concerned as he comes down the hallway.

"Harley threw a knife at me. I'm fine." She says.

"You of all people know not to enter a room with me without saying something. It's your own fault." I say as I zip up the case and set it next to my bed. I then turn to look at the two of them.

"I assume there was a reason for you to barge into my room like this." I say to her after a few minutes and she nods.

"Your parents are here." She says and I blink twice.

"Cla!" I say as I roll my eyes and Anna smirks.

"Sorry, what?" John says.

"Irish slang for 'Brilliant'. Of course she's being sarcastic. Come one Harley. Before your father kills Sherlock." Anna says and I look at her.

"Why would he-" I begin and then I run out to the living room. I see Sherlock standing next to Mycroft and they are both looking at my parents. Hamish is talking to my mum, and Deirdre looks like she is in pain. I smirk at her face and I look over to Sherlock. He catches my eye.

"Harley." He says and they all look at me.

"Don't look at me; I didn't do anythin'." I say and my mother smiles and comes over to me.

"Oh my beautiful girl. Look at you. You're lookin' better than the last time I saw you." She says and my father walks up behind her.

"In all fairness, Ayna, she was in the hospital when we last saw her." My da says and I roll my eyes.