And then there was three; a Sherlock Fanfiction

Nineteen

"No Sherlock, no way. John warned me about you and that game, there is no way I'm playing that with you," Lilly said, shaking her head furiously and scooting to the other side of the couch, away from the detective that stood by her.

Sherlock snatched one of Lilly's crutches from it's resting spot against the sofa and swung it around like a sword, jabbing at nothingness. Lilly ducked down as to avoid a collision of crutch and head.

"I'm bored," Sherlock complained, still wielding the crutch, "since you're barely mobil and an exciting case hasn't arrived since before the wedding, Cluedo is the only alternative."

Lilly raised an eyebrow at him, making a grab at the crutch but missing as he pulled it out of her reach last minute.

"Oh sorry, it's Clue, isn't it? Where you're from?" Sherlock continued, almost mockingly

Lilly kicked him lightly with her good leg, "are you making fun of my origin Sherlock Holmes? You know, most of my family is from around here anyways. And there is nothing wrong with America-"

Sherlock scoffed, his lips curling in a smirk at one corner.

"Sherlock!" she laughed, smacking him this time, "fine, I'll play Cluedo with you, but only if you promise not to accuse the victim this time," Lilly said, putting emphasis on the word Cluedo.

Sherlock abandoned the crutch and spun around, grabbing the board game from the kitchen table and dropping it on the coffee table. He then pulled his chair up behind him so that he sat with his legs pressed against the table.

Sherlock pulled the board out of it's box and unfolded it. "I'll be the professor," he said, plucking the purple game piece from the mess of cards, silver weapons, and plastic pieces and placed
it on it's position on the board.

"Alright," Lilly said, sliding over to face the game board and picking the blue piece out, "I'll be Mrs. Peacock then,"

Lilly and Sherlock then sorted the cards into three separate groups (weapons, suspects, and locations) and selected one card from each. They then shuffled the deck and dealt the cards.

The game then commenced, quickly becoming a sort of compete rice sport for the two of them. Lilly had to patiently remind Sherlock two more times that the victim didn't commit the crime, but he still had a hard time wrapping his mind around it.

"You can't think logically in this game, Sherlock. This game requires reading into your opponents actions and trying to make educated guesses," Lilly explained, moving her piece four squares and into the study.

She studied her cards, analyzing the cards she had been shown by Sherlock earlier and trying to make an estimate of the other cards that he held.

Grinning, Lilly selected the weapon and suspect that she believed commuted the crime, "I think, professor Plum did it, with the candlestick, in the Study," she concluded, watching Sherlock expectantly.

Sherlock looked at his cards, even though he knew what they were, "I don't have any of them..."

Lilly smiled proudly, doing a little victory dance on the sofa, "I just solved the murder, before the great Sherlock Holmes," she sang, a bit off tune.

Sherlock glared, snatching the three cards set aside from the rest, reading them off.

"I demand a rematch," Sherlock said, throwing the cards onto the board. Lilly laughed, shuffling the cards again and setting up for a new gam.

"Fine," she said, "ready to lose again hat man?"

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"What?" Lilly yelled, throwing her cards at the smug detective across from her, "that's not fair! I knew the answer, I just couldn't get to the ballroom!"

Sherlock sank back into his chair, his arms resting on the chair's arms and his feet kicked onto the coffee table.

"That's nine for me, and seven for you I believe," he said, glancing around the flat, "what time is it?"

Lilly looked around as well, checking her watch, "it's already almost midnight. I should get to bed," she said, grabbing her crutches and pulling herself to her feet.

Sherlock pulled the coffee table back a little, so there was a bigger space for Lilly to get through. She uttered a 'thanks' and 'night' and then moved to the kitchen and down the hall into the bedroom. There she closed the door and, not bothering to turn on a light, hobbled around, changing into her pajamas and flopping onto the bed. She wiggled and squirmed to get under the covers, pulling them up close to her face. Soon her breathing became slow, and her eyelids fluttered closed.

In the other room, John's old room, Sherlock was laying awake. He forced his eyes to close, willing himself to fall asleep. He normally stayed up a bit later, but Lilly wasn't much of a night owl, and he discovered that the lack of company felt almost suffocating now that he was used to having a flatmate once again. He eventually fell asleep there, dreaming about music notes and explosions, one question floating into his head right before he gave into the sleep:

Who tried to kill Lilly

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I'm so sorry it took me so long to update. School starts next week, so it will probably be a while between each update. :/

photo: Cluedo

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Ps if youve never played Cluedo (or clue in my case) and had no idea what was happening here, sorry. AND Y'ALL MISSING OUT I LOVE THAT GAME!!