Perfect! A quiet night in whilst John and Mary are out. I really hope it all goes well for him, after all I am partially responsible for it. I switched on the TV and flicked through a couple of channels but there wasn't really anything worth watching. I sighed and got up out of his chair and walked to the kitchen. I got my favourite mug from the cupboard and started to make myself a cup of tea. Over the sound of the noisy kettle, I heard shouting from downstairs that sounded like John and Sherlock, but chose to ignore it because it couldn't be him, could it? Once the kettle had boiled, I poured the water into the mug and finished making my tea. The shouting from downstairs grew louder so I realised that whoever was arguing was making their way into my flat. Carrying my tea with me, I made my way out of the kitchen and to the door, to see what all the commotion was about.
The door flung open. "YOU UTTER COCK. YOU COCK SHERLOCK HOLMES! JUST WAIT UNTIL AMY FINDS OUT!" John screamed. I was taken aback by John's remark, but did he just say Sherlock? "John, I hate to interrupt your, quite frankly over the top, exclamation, but it appears that lovely Amy here, has already found out." Hang on, that's... it's Sherlock. He's not dead. He's Alive. I cant believe it. He's actually here. Wait, did he just call me lovely? "See Sherlock, look what you've done. You've sent Amy into shock!" My tea slipped out of my hand and crashed onto the floor, snapping me out of my trance and focusing on the detective stood in front of me. *SLAP* I slapped him. Why did I slap him? Why was I angry? We weren't friends, I didn't cry when he died. Well, of course I was sad, I'm not a heartless bitch, but I was only sad for John. I didn't care, did I?
"What was that for?" Sherlock asked as he rubbed his cheek. "What was tha- WHAT WAS THAT FOR? THAT, SHERLOCK HOLMES WAS FOR PUTTING JOHN UNDER SO MUCH STRESS AND SADNESS THAT HE CRIED NON-STOP FOR DAYS. THAT WAS FOR LEAVING US AND NOT TELLING US WHY YOU DID WHAT YOU DID. I swear to god Sherlock, if you EVER do that again, I wont be accountable for my actions". I rushed over and pulled him into a hug. He stiffened and once I realised what I was doing, I immediately stopped. Sherlock excused himself and went to his room. John gave me a funny look and said "What was that? I didn't think the two of you got along?". "We don't. I don't know why I did that. Must be the shock". I exclaimed, quickly trying to brush off the subject.
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*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*
I rolled over in bed to turn off my alarm. 6:30am was way too early to get up, but I have work so I have no choice. I got out of bed and made my way into the kitchen. Dear god, he's only been back 12 hours and already the kitchen looks like a lab experiment. I cleared some space and started to make myself a cup of tea. I heard someone clear their throat and looked over at Sherlock sitting in his arm chair. "Oh, I didn't realise you were up. Do you want tea?" I stuttered. "No, thank you. I wanted your attention for something else actually. Can you come here for a second?". Am I imagining things, or is Sherlock actually having a full on conversation with me? "Um, okay!" I said, unsure of what he had in mind.
"Amy, I need to bring a matter to your attention. Last night when I arrived home, and after you shouted at me. When you hugged me-" shit shit SHIT, no he can't find out "Oh is that the time? I really need to get to work Sherlock. I'll see you later", I said as I quickly rushed out of the door and down the stairs.
*SHERLOCK'S P.O.V*
Okay, that was... unusual. I only wanted to know what perfume she was wearing, for a case. I got up out of my chair and walked over to the window. I looked out onto the street and watched as Amy let out a deep breath. She looked back at the door and walked off down the street. There was something about her. Something... different. Why did she distract me so much? I can never think straight if she's in the room. The only other time that happened was with The Woman, but... No! I can't... I don't... surely human error wouldn't effect me?
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Sherlock's Human Error
أدب الهواةAmy Turner, 25 years old, medical student at St. Barts, best friends with John Watson and um... acquaintances with Sherlock Holmes? Well, that is until then unexpected happened.
