Significant Glitch

Chapter 13

Lilly smiled at Rain. "Don't worry about me; I'll be fine."

The girl sighed and hugged Lilly. "Don't do anything I'd tell you not to do."

"Yes ma'am." She laughed and hugged back. "Now go get some sleep." Rain got in the cab, giving Lilly a final glance before it drove off into the night. Finally alone, Lilly sighed and started to walk aimlessly around London. These last couples of weeks were quite literally the most confusing weeks of her entire life. Each day was crammed with some sort of problem. And now here she was, finally walking alone in the silent dark wearing a dress, of all things.

Reflecting on what just happened, her heart sunk slightly. She only now realized that her outbursts and whatnot made the event a living hell. Feeling guilty, she pulled out her phone and texted John. "I just realized how terrible I made your party... I'm so sorry! I'm terrible..."

It took John less than a minute to respond. "It's not you I'm cross with. Don't worry about it, Lilly."

"I still feel bad."

"Well don't. Trust me, if I wanted to have a normal party, I wouldn't have invited all of you."

"Haha! I guess that's true. Thanks so much. Tell Rosie I have a gift for her! It's in the mail."

"I will, thank you." With that, the conversation was over and Lilly put her phone back in her pocket. Lilly's mind began to wander to other things, such as why she felt so passionately about Sherlock's kid. Maybe that was just it; because it was Sherlock's kid. But... there had to be more to it. Maybe it was because Alvarie reminded Lilly of herself when she was younger. Obviously they were different in so many ways, but something felt similar. They were both counted as criminals, both sassy, both look after someone close to them... but other than that, Lilly was at a blank as to what they had in common. Alvarie regrets her past, but Lilly has come to terms with it. Alvarie considered her past as "bad" while Lilly thought her past was just a bit different. After all, there was nothing particularly hard about living at an orphanage other than the fact that... well... she was living in an orphanage. But her parents taught her how to be strong even when everyone else makes you feel weak. She was trained for this, and Alvarie wasn't in the least. Maybe that's why. Maybe she felt so strongly for her because she knew that all she needed was someone to fan a dying flame. Lilly sighed and shook her head, moving onto the next topic.

Sherlock. He always popped back up in her head no matter how hard she tried to force him out. He looked so deflated when he walked past her earlier. The memory made her shiver. Lilly wished she could help at least a little bit more, but she didn't even know where to start. How can you help someone who doesn't want it? Lilly snorted at her question. Simple; you don't. But she was inclined to help him. It was her job to help with whatever troubled him. Because that's what a good friend does. Help.

Lilly stumbled on a crack in the cement. Looking around, she found herself in an unknown park. Glancing in front of her, she spotted a bench. Deciding to heck with it, she walked over to it and sat down, feeling more tired than she'd felt in a long time. Closing her eyes, she fell into a light sleep.

***

Footsteps approached Lilly, waking her from her slumber. Glancing up, the familiar figure of Sherlock Holmes drew near. She straightened her posture and gave the man a curious look. "Sherlock?"

The man gave her a glance then sat down next to her, looking off in front of him. "Why are you here?"

Lilly sighed, a small smile on her face. "You needed time alone."

"So falling asleep on a park bench was what you decided on?" He gave Lilly an unthrilled look.

She looked down. "Sherlock..."