HELLA ♚ BBC SHERLOCK

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER TWO | NOT SUICIDES

The only thing Hella thought the whole night was how long was her dream going to last... it made her stay awake for hours, then she started to hit herself on the face, pinch her arms, legs; she even manage to go to the kitchen and turn on the oven of Mrs. Hudson and burned her hand all to wake up but she only felt pain.

Then it hit her, she remembered what had happened before the conference; there was never one, she didn't make it because her car had been hit by another one and she lost consciousness. There was only one explanation running in her head; she was in a coma, it was never known what would happen to the consciousness of a person in a coma, where would the mind go, maybe her mind was cooping in this way, recreating one of her favorite shows and make her life throughout everything but why would it be Sherlock? Oh, wait... Moriarty, of course, she was exactly like him and Sherlock Holmes, her mind would put her in a place that would be so similar to her.

Now Hella had to live in here and survive everything... survive James Moriarty because it was just a matter of time before he appeared, he already knows about Sherlock... the only advantage she has is the fact that she knows everything about him and what he will do and he doesn't know anything about her.

She wasn't real, she didn't exist in Sherlock, and there would be no information about her; if she could deduce the criminal mastermind then that would make her interesting enough to keep her alive. That's how she would survive, being interesting, being clever, being unpredictable.  So in conclusion, she had to be like Jim Moriarty. Fan-fucking-tastic.

First thing, she needed normal essential things. Money. Money to buy clothes and food, a laptop? Maybe, a cell phone? Definitely; where was she going to get money? Easy, Sherlock could provide her everything she needed she just had to convince him.

Hella Moriarty walked up the stairs and knocked on Sherlock's door, she waited a moment till he opened the door with his usual cold stare "What?" he demanded to know then looked at her clothes "You are wearing the same dress from yesterday."

"Thanks for stating the obvious" she replied rolling her eyes "I need money."

"So?" he asked opening the door widely; she took it as a sign that he was inviting her in but he actually wasn't.

The brown haired girl entered the flat and looked around trying to find a newspaper "I don't have any money, and as you can see I don't have clothes. So we are going shopping and you will pay."

"And what makes you so sure that I will do something as dull as shopping and most importantly pay for your clothes?" Sherlock asked her scoffing crossing his arms and almost amused. As if he would go shopping. What a joke.

Hella grinned when she found the newspaper and grabbed it to then throw it at Sherlock who catches it easily "That's what makes me so sure you'll come with me."