Not Everyone Needs A Title

24

Lyndsi went to see Sherlock everyday. Jim was out working for something, working on his plans and stuff so he didn't know. Sherlock and Lyndsi were back to how they used to be. Whenever she was around he was laughing. Whenever he was around she felt free.

"Doesn't Moriarty know you've been coming to see me?" Sherlock asks suddenly

"No. He doesn't want me near you. Also I have a new, old, voice..."

"What does it sound like?"

"You."

"Really?" He says

"Yea. When I supposedly died and I hit my head, that's when the voices came. I couldn't stop thinking about how upset you would be. Then you told me you'd be okay. And that you'd stay to help me."

Flashback

"Ohhhh. Ow. Ann? Phil? Ann?" Her foster parents were dead

"I'm stuck. Great. What's that smell? Oh shit" she pulls at her seatbelt.

"This is why I carry around my knife" she curses

A boy appears beside her. He starts pulling at her seatbelt as well. It still won't budge. He pulls out a knife and cuts the material away. He pulls her out of the car quickly,the smell getting stronger. He pulls her into the trees and wraps his arms around her, his back to the car, and it explodes. Lyndsi is crying quietly. Her head hurts and she has no home.

"Are you okay?" He asks quickly

"Not really"

"What hurts?"

"My head... and... I think... I broke... my ankle."

"Alright. Let me see." The boy told up her pants leg.

"It's not broken but it is badly sprained. As for your head you most definitely have a concussion. Here. I'm James. Call me Jim" he helps her off the ground

"'Umm... Lyndsi...Lyndsi yea. Thank.... thank you."

"Well I'd say nice to meet you, but maybe under different circumstances. Where do you live?"

"Nowhere. I have no home. They'll just... put me back in the... system." She says

"I haven't a place to live either. Would you join me? I can keep you safe. From the system I mean."

"Yes. I think I will. What did you say your name was?"

"Jim. Jim Moriarty."