Pond & Holmes

Chapter 3

It was September the First, 1999. A year after Amelia and Sherlock became friends.

The both of them were sitting in their usual spot for lunch. Sherlock drinking his usual juice box and Amelia with her sandwich wrapped in tin foil.

Amelia coughed loudly and Sherlock looked at her in mock concern, "My dear Amelia, whatever is the matter?"

Amelia huffed at his sarcastic tone and folded her arms across her chest, "Today is our one year anniversary of being friends."

Sherlock rolled his eyes and checked his watch for the time, "Oh yes, it is. I brought something for you since I guessed you were the sort of person to remember dates." He opened his lunchbox again and gave Amelia one of his juice boxes.

Amelia took it from him with a surprised look and poked the straw through. She did not expect Sherlock to even remember the date, least he gave her something.

Amelia was about to thank Sherlock when he said, "Don't be so flattered. I have dozens of those back at home."

Amelia scoffed and replied back to him, "Yeah, I guessed. But thanks anyway. I didn't get you anything."

Sherlock shrugged at her and said, "You don't have to get me anything. No one does." Amelia didn't understand the meaning of the last sentence, but didn't question it. Knowing Sherlock for one year done her good, since she knew that he did not like to be questioned. But what did he mean by no one gets him?

1st September 2000. Two years after Sherlock and Amelia met.

The pair once again made their way to their usual lunch spot. This time, Amelia was ready. She had managed to sneak an apple from the fruit bowl on her way to school that morning. She hoped that Sherlock would like her little gift, but doubted so because he literally had everything in his life. Parents, a brother, a pet and loads of money.

Amelia usually wasn't envious of Sherlock, but she was lately. Maybe she was just going through puberty. Sherlock's hair got curlier as he got older, and Amelia was sure it was going to become a mop on his head by the time he reached his teens.

The both of them sat down on a flat stone and opened their lunchboxes. Sherlock got out two juice boxes and passed one to Amelia, and she got out two red apples and passed one to him. The both of them nodded at each other as a word of thanks. Amelia bit into the apple, once again reminded of her Raggedy Doctor. 

Ever since she had given Sherlock the details of his blue box, he said it was a police box from the 1960s'. "Maybe he's a time traveller." He had said. But Amelia knew that time travel was defintely not real, as much as she wanted it to be.

Since then, Sherlock had promised her to look out for a blue police box, and she should look out for it too. Amelia was touched by Sherlock's rare compassion, but he had simply said he was curious about this mysterious man.

At the end of lunchtime, Sherlock had said to Amelia, "Thank you for the apple." Amelia shrugged and replied simply, "Oh, it's okay."

The two walked in silence for a few moments when Sherlock spoke again to her, "Thank you, Amelia." Amelia gave a confused look to Sherlock, "Thank you for what?"

He kept quiet for a second before saying, "For being my friend."

She gave him a smile and said, "It's okay. I like being your friend." And out of the corner of her eye, Amelia swore he had a tiny smile on his face.

1st September 2003. 5 years since Sherlock and Amelia met.

By that time, they were both fourteen. In Amelia's letters to Rory and Mels, she had told them about Sherlock. Mels wanted to know if he was cute, which Amelia ignored that question. 

However, Rory wrote in scrambled letters that she should be careful of him, just in case he breaks her heart or something. Which was stupid, Amelia Pond did not feel any romantic feelings for Sherlock Holmes. She only cared about him in a friendly way, the way that best friends do.

But that was not what the other kids at school thought.

They thought that two teenagers who are of a different gender hanging out together defintely meant that they were dating. Sherlock had calmly told them multiple times that he and Amelia were not dating while she angrily flipped them off multiple times when the girls teased her about 'dating' a freak.

First off, she had told them, Sherlock is not a freak, second off, she was defintely not dating him. And she had shoved her middle finger in their faces and marched off.

That same year, her Aunt Sharon told her that after Year 8 finished they were moving back to Leadworth.

Aunt Sharon had said that she had missed Leadworth terribly, and their fiancies weren't doing so good lately. Amelia was furious. She did not want to leave Sherlock alone with all those horribly mean bullies. On the first day of school, Amelia had told Sherlock the news, and he had reacted better than she thought.

All he did was raise an eyebrows and said, "Really?" But he did seem gloomier that day. During lunchtime, Amelia was pacing up and down the grassy land, ranting and ranting and ranting. 

"How could she do this? She was the one who wanted to come to London, not me! She thinks that I don't have friends here, when I do!"

And on she went, with Sherlock sitting on the usual flat stone, reading a book. Throughout the year, his smart and sometimes mean comments to Amelia lessened, and before she knew it, he was treating her, kindly.

The last day of school, 2003. The last day of Amelia Pond and Sherlock Holmes. 

They sat at their hiding place in comfortable silence, with Amelia pouring out her feelings to Sherlock, sometimes shedding a few tears. "Oh Sherlock, I'll miss you so much! We'll write to each other, yeah?"

Sherlock nodded and grabbed something from his pocket and handed it to Amelia. She held it out in her hand and gasped, it was a beautiful teardrop glass necklace. Amelia stared at Sherlock with an open mouth while he ruffled his hair, seemingly embarrassed. 

She hurridly wore it around her neck and flung her arms around him, muttering, "Thank you so much." Amelia felt him take a few seconds to respond and wrapped his arms around her. They pulled apart after a few moments. 

Sherlock stared at her with such intensity with his icy blue eyes that Amelia shivered, wondering what did he want. Suddenly, he gripped her face with his hands and pulled her closer towards him. She gasped and threw her arms at whatever could stabilize her, they landed on Sherlock's shoulders. 

The both of them froze, as if they were stuck in time. Sherlock almost looked like he wanted to do something when the bell rang. He let Amelia go, and that was the end of Amelia Pond and Sherlock Holmes.