Pluviophile: A Sherlock fan-fiction

Chapter 2- The Puzzle

What is wrong with me?

Sherlock thought as he paced up and down his living room. He had done this hundreds, no, thousands of times before. But why did this stick with him, of all things?

More times than he could remember had Sherlock collided with people in the streets, seemingly unaware of their choice of path, to practice his skill set.

To simply stand and read.

He had calculated that he would have a minimum of 8 seconds with each person he met; depending on their age, gender and destination.

8 seconds.

But then.... then he got 210.

210 seconds.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake her out of his mind. It was like she was a growing mould penetrating into his skull. Yet.... he still couldn't deny the fact it was a sweet sort of mould. Creating a glowing sensation within him: urging him to dwell on her existence for just a little while longer....

The way her silky brown hair flowed at different angles, yet never a single hair looked out of place. How her hazel eyes gazed into his, full of curiosity and interest. Her fumbling words and clumsy gestures drawing his attention, even now.

"Sherlock? You okay?"

John's voice broke Sherlock from his dreaming abruptly as he strode into the room.

"Mrs Hudson says you've been pacing for hours..."

"Mmm yes.... it's a... a new case" The detective lied smoothly, meanwhile gliding over to his chair and placing himself elegantly down.

"Right..." replied the doctor, now used to his best friend's strange goings on, "fancy some tea"

"Coffee please. Black two...."

"Sugars, yes I know. I did used to live with you, you moron" chuckled John.

"Right, yes, of course"

Sherlock quickly shook off the wave of emotions that swarmed him. The notion always seemed to startle him when he realised that he and John had been living separately for a few months now- with Mary, John's fiancé, being introduced into the equation.

"So what's this case then?" John urged: his curiosity getting the better of him.

"A girl" Sherlock responded bluntly.

John stared back at his friend, bewildered, until his mind got the better of him and restored him to logic. "Okay then. Was she a murder victim?"

"No, no. It may come as a surprise to you John but it seems your first deductions may have been closer to the situation at hand than you may have expected."

John's mouth dropped open. He couldn't believe it. Sherlock Holmes. Finally interested in another human being! "My god" he exclaimed.

"Don't be ridiculous John, God is a silly story made by grown men who refuse to face facts. And even if he did exist he would certainly not be your God"

"I didn't mean it literally you prat. I just can't believe it. Sherlock Holmes has a girlfriend." He laughed, walking into the room, carefully balancing two mugs before placing them gently onto the coffee table.

"No John I have met her simply once. As you may recall she is a case. Not my girlfriend" Sherlock snapped defensively.

"Right if you say so" chuckled the doctor,
"I'll be off, I think Mary wants me to cook tonight...."

"Yes well please refrain from burning your house down, I haven't got time to make trips to the hospital" Sherlock replied half heartedly.

"Mmm glad to know you care. See ya'" John exclaimed with a smile as he descended down the narrow stairway to the door.

Sherlock sighed. Did he really feel like that towards Liz? How would he know, he's only met her once....

Well.... there's only one way to find out....

A/N:

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