You See But Do Not Observe

LIST

CHAPTER SIXTEEN : LIST

(Serena's POV)

Serena blinked awake from a dreamless sleep. Her mouth was dry. What day was it? Sunday? Monday?

"Where am I?" She asked.

"You're awake," John said, and he held out a chipped mug.

"Thanks." Serena sipped the coffee, strong and black, and smiled.

"Good sleep?"

"Surprisingly, yes. Is Sherlock up?"

"He's hunting for something."

Serena listened and heard the noise coming from the other room.

"I found it," Sherlock said, clutching a piece of paper.

"Found what?" Serena noticed that John had stood up.

"How did you find that?"

"With your old photos. Really John, you would think you'd be more creative."

"What is it?"

"What is the point of a bucket list, anyway?"

"Oh, I had to do one of those. For my psychology course in university," Serena said, peering over Sherlock's shoulder. She only caught a glimpse before John yanked the paper away.

"Please, John? I'll show you mine," Serena pleaded.

"You kept it?"

"I was young." Serena crossed her arms and pouted.

John shrugged. "Fine. Don't judge. I had to do it in university as well."

"Oh please. It's us." Serena smirked and grabbed the paper back.

John had a short list. Things were crossed off, but some, the most important, were uncrossed.

1. Become a doctor.

2. Help people.

3. Have a family.

4. Help Harry with her drinking.

5. Have a best friend.

6. Fall in love.

7. Stay in love.

8. Experience life as full as possible.

Serena felt her eyes getting full. It hurt her to see this crucial part of John's existence, to see the things he wanted to do and hadn't done. And it hurt to notice the similarities between herself and him.

"Serena?"

Serena realized her cheek was wet, and she wiped at it angrily.

"I'm fine." She handed the list back to John.

"Do you guys want to come to my place for the day? It is Sunday, isn't it?"

"I believe so."

"Well then, come on. I have a flat-screen TV, lots of food, a bigger couch, more space, and no body parts in my fridge."

John and Sherlock exchanged a glance, and John smiled. "Sure."

"Great." Serena brushed another tear from her cheek.

"Why are you crying?" Sherlock asked.

"I'm being silly. Raging hormones and all." Serena laughed.

They drove to her apartment. Serena unlocked the door and glanced around to make sure there was no evidence of her night. Nothing popped out. Sherlock and John walked in behind her.