Lost Girl 🔍 (Sherlock x Reader) [EDITING]

Chapter 49: Mary's Past

HUGE time skip over here woot woot! Here we meet the man that has been trying to kill Mary in Morocco while Sherlock is waiting for her there, much to her dismay and surprise. 

Here we go!

Btw, sorry about the time skips, this episode is not the best (in my opinion) and it mostly has one good part, at the end, and it was heart wrenching. But we will get on to ep. 2 soon! Where lots of shit will happen so yeah!

This is not a very good part (sorry) I've come down with writers block and this scene is just kinda a filler on what's going to happen next.

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Mary's POV (holy crap)

One of my last dice rolls, Morocco. Funny, I've always wanted to go to Morocco. "Hotel Cecil" was my final destination in Morocco, where I was to assassinate and get out before I was caught, and so far I'd been going well. John, Sherlock and (Y/N) have hopefully all moved on and have stopped looking for me, because it wouldn't work; every move I made was completely at random. Every roll of the dice takes me to a different location, and I always go. No matter what. For the safety of my friends and family.

"Not like this, my friend. You haven't got a chance, not a chance." A mans voice says as I walk into the room. "I've got you where I want you. Give in! Give in! I will destroy you. You're completely at my mercy." I grimace, holding the gun higher above my head as I get ready to turn the corner and give whoever is saying this a taste of my gun.

"Mr Baker. Well, that completes the set." A familiar baritone voice of a man rings out. Wait.

"No it does not." Lowering my gun, I step into the room, my grimace fading and my mouth unhinging.

"Well, who else am I missing?" It was Sherlock's voice that I heard. You mother...

"Oh, hi, Mary." He says nonchalantly, taking only a moment to look at me before returning to his cards and the teenage boy sitting cross-legged in front of him.

"What concept?" The boy asks.

"Happy families." Now, he looks up at me, and I can't find the words to speak the emotions I feel; angry that he found me, confused on how he found me, happy to see him, sad that John or (Y/N) wasn't with him, I felt it all. "Nice trip?" He asks in his cocky voice, trying his hardest not to smirk.

"How the f..."

"Please, Mary. There is a child present." He interrupted me, and I couldn't help but smile down at him, his eyes glittering with self-confidence and happiness.

"How did you get in here?!" I ask after a beat.

"Karim let me in." He said, nodding towards the boy, who waves and says hello to me. I nod back at him, but only take a second before looking back at Sherlock in amazement. I can already tell that he wants to explain, give me a long explanation on how he did it, and by god did I want to hear it.

"Karim, would you be so kind as to fetch us some tea?"

"Sure." The boy says, getting up and walking into the kitchen to get us the tea. When he left the room, I sat down beside him, pulling off my headscarf and revealing my black bobbed wig.

"No, I-I-I mean how did you find me?" He frowns and tilts his head, as if confused as to why I'm so amazed.

"I'm Sherlock Holmes."

"No, really, though, how? Every movement I made was entirely random; every new personality just on the roll of a dice!"

"Mary, no human action is ever truly random." He proceeds with his normal quick fire. "An advanced grasp of the mathematics of probability mapped onto a thorough apprehension of human psychology and the known dispositions of any given individual can reduce the number of variables considerably. I myself know of at least fifty-eight techniques to refine this seemingly infinite array of randomly generated possibilities down to the smallest number of feasible variables." I kept nodding, even though I was insanely confused by his technobabble, like always.

"But they're really difficult, so instead I just ... stuck a tracer on the inside of the memory stick."

It took me a second to register what he said. He snorted with laughter and my mouth unhinged, fists clenching a bit in happiness and anger. "Oh, you bastard!" He continues to giggle like a schoolboy. "You bastard!" 

"Oh I know, but your face."

"'The mathematics of probability'?!" I said, rolling my eyes at my own lack of knowledge and stupidity.

"You believed that."

"'Feasible variables'!"

"Yes. I started to run out about then."

"In the memory stick!" I grin, clenching my fists at the side of my head in frustration, but suddenly I feel another presence in the room.

"Yeah, that was my idea." I hear a familiar woman's voice say as she walked into the room. For God's Sakes is everyone here?

I turn back towards the door, to see both (Y/N) and John standing in the door way, (Y/N) crossing her arms and smiling at me smugly while all the while a general expression of happiness on her face to see me.

My smile fades when I turn back to John, who looks at me straight faced while leaning against the door frame opposite to (Y/N).

"Both of our ideas." He reminds her, and she just rolls her eyes and smiles at Sherlock, who stands up and looks at all three of us, smiling. (Y/N) comes up to me while I'm distracted and pulls me into a hug, while breathing out: "I missed you, Mary."

"I missed you too." I whispered back, pulling her closer. 

I was so glad to see her actually; ever since John and I started dating - in the beginning of my madness - she's always been there for me, as I have for her. She was like the daughter I never had. Granted, I wasn't that old to have a daughter her age, but she brought me nothing but joy and love. There's another word for that somewhere in the dictionary.

Family.

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Again, sorry for this bad part. I understand the hiatus has not lived up to this part. I'm kinda having my own personal pity party, but I've been feeling a bit down lately, don't worry, I'll get over it.

The next part will be good, but my writers block is taking over me and it's taking me longer to write. Sorry about that.

Have a great day my lovelies xx