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Chapter VIII - Questions

"Mrs Hudson?" I call out into the flat of 221A.

"Yes, dearie?" she answers. I smile.

"I'm going out for the evening, and I won't be returning for a while."

"Alright, sweetie, that's just fine. Oh, thank you for checking in." Mrs Hudson smiles warmly, "Have a good night!"

"Thanks, Mrs Hudson. I will." then I step out of the flat, closing the door behind me.

Sherlock's POV

I hear the door of the flat click shut as Clara leaves. I lay back in my chair and go to my mind palace to solve the case of... the Man of Many Deaths.

Questions float around me. Where exactly is Clara planning to stay? When is she getting back?

I grunt in frustration; I don't want those questions. I need questions, and facts, about the case.

I try again. Maybe the Sawyer family experienced all of the killings, as all of them were put on? Who could be behind this? Who was the mysterious man?

How will I contact this Doctor?

I open my eyes, the question about the Doctor still fresh in my mind. Sure, the question was off topic, but my conscience had a point. How will I contact the Doctor?

Honestly, I had no idea.

Forgetting the case, I focus my attention back on the Doctor as I sink back in to my mind palace. This shouldn't take to long, anyway, should it?

Let's see, what are my methods for tracking someone down? Generally, I call them up. But, say, Clara forgot his phone number. What then? Well, obviously, find someone who might as well know his phone number.

That plan seems to work, so I make note to talk to Clara about that later.

But now I'm stuck.

I can't think of a single other plan.

I sigh in frustration and tense my forehead. Why am I stuck? This never happens. Maybe it's Clara's fault. She's so complicates, mysterious; impossible even. Or maybe the Doctor is just generally hard to track down. But look at me, blaming things on other people like a little boy. I can't tell what's wrong with me.

And there's one other thing about Clara... something I just don't get. I get this feeling around her, one I don't recognize. For the life of me, I can't tell what it is. I loathe that feeling, because not knowing the feeling makes me confused, and I don't like being confused.

And her smile, I'd do anything to earn that smile, although again, I'm not sure why. Whenever she smiles at me, it's like I'm taking flight.

I open my eyes abruptly and take in a sharp breath. I had strayed very far from my original trail of thought, even using silly, fictional metaphors. I grumble at myself for being such an idiot, I need to get back to the case.

Taking a deep breath, I settle down to fall back in to my mind palace again, this time actually to get some work done.

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Hello, all!

I really hoped you liked this chappie, I tried to add some romance in it.

Sorry if it didn't turn out that great. :/

What I'm trying to do is reflect my confusion over my emotions (lately) onto Sherlock so I can relate more with the character.

Anyway, Vote, Comment, Recommend? I live to hear from you guys. :)

'Til next time,

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(Dedicated to Starwars_Whovian for being the first one to read my new Sherlock's Daughter Fanfic. Tusen takk! :3 )