Axel (A Sherlock Fanfiction)

Chapter 5

Okay, readers. After a long argument with myself I decided my other chapter the I'd written(chapter six when it comes out) should be moved forward so I have a gap here to fill in my extra Sherlock and Axel meeting time. This may be a bit shorter or even slower because of that but it probably means the next chapter will come out quicker! Sorry for the terrible wait, I was struggling to get it write. Thanks for you comments and votes and I shall once again, begin your suffering(or end it). Wow, that line got old quickly...(also please continue to comment/vote it really inspires me, you guys are amazing!)

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Axel's POV
After Amelia and Lestrade left, I almost felt compelled to return to the endless staring at Sherlock. It was still quite strange, like when you go to another country and eat something strange that turns out to be nice. Weird but amazing, and you're not quite sure what to do next. Of course, that is not what we did. I kept my composure and announced that we should look at the case. Only when I went looking for it did I realise that when Amelia had rushed out of the room, she had given me an empty case file. I was really beginning to suspect she really had been dropped as a child.

"So, what do we do now?" Sherlock lowered himself into my spare seat with a strange elegance. Hm...

"Call her?" I replied, falling back into my own trusty red chair. The cushions adjusted underneath me. Even in my most comfortable chair I felt full of energy. My hands were trembling and my heart pounding in my chest.

"Are you sure she would answer?" Sherlock asked doubtfully.

Nope, I thought to myself, she would probably chuck her phone into a bin and run away screaming. For a detective, she is strangely superstitious. Her mind might have already created some strange story about how Sherlock and I are aliens trying to eliminate human life and take over the planet.

"... Right. Maybe it would be better to find a different case." My feet twitched and my brain was thundering with energy. I started to wonder how I had survived a year without doing any proper cases. Sherlock nodded and I could tell he also was energetic.

"Maybe we should talk to Lestrade, he is a little less superstitious." I had already figured out the path to police station, how long it would take to get a taxi and approximately how much money it would cost. My head nodded by itself and I gathered myself up off my chair skipping to the door to get my coat.

"Wait..." I murmured, stopping suddenly. My pony tail spun out behind me as I turned to Sherlock. He raised an eyebrow before nodding.

"I know. They arrived together and left together. So if we go to see Lestrade, we go to see Amelia." Sherlock said. I was beginning to like this 'same-thinking-process/speed' thing, it was quite handy.

"Can you put up with Amelia exclaiming that we're aliens? Because I know how to find her." With a simple nod of permission from Sherlock, I raced over to my laptop.

"Phone tracking?" Sherlock asked.

"Yep." I replied proudly. I had linked our devices ages ago, it was easy enough to steal her phone. She usually just assumed she left it at home. A map loaded on the screen, showing a little icon at her location.

"The park? So dull." I sighed. At least it would allow us to blend easily into the crowd. Sherlock followed me to the door. I grabbed my damp coat of the hook and allowed him to go first. Taxi drivers didn't seem to like me that much, probably because I liked to deduce stuff about them on a way to a case. Luckily the Taxi drivers didn't seem to cautious with Sherlock. One pulled over as soon a we reached a busier street.

It only took about ten minute drive to get to the park. On the way Sherlock and I had both stared out the window silently. The park was reasonably empty for the evening. Aside from the few joggers, dog walkers and family having picnic dinners, it was pretty calm. Amelia and Lestrade were pretty easy to recognise in their thick, long coats. They seemed to be in deep conversation as we approached.

"Hey, Grah-" Sherlock began but was immediantly cut off by Amelia.

"What-What are you guys doing here?!!!" Amelia scrambled up from the bench she had been sitting on. Her eyes flickered over to Lestrade in embarassment.

"Well, we had come to ask-" Sherlock was interupted once again. Strangely, Sherlock was keeping his cool.

"Wait, wait, WAIT!" Amelia stared at us in recognition suddenly. Fear set in in her eyes.

"Amelia-" Lestrade said, trying to calm her down. I wasn't sure whether to be amused or worried.

"Their ALIENS Greg! Just like I told you! We can't let them control us!" Her voice quivered. So my theory had been correct. I still couldn't tell if I shoild be worried or amused. Oh well. Everyone stared at Amelia. Even Lestrade. Her cheeks began to flush under the strong gazes.

"You can't prove me wrong." She whispered quietly, moving away to hide behind Lestrade. An awkward but amused silence replaced her.

"That was strange." I murmured. Sherlock and Lestrade both nodded in agreement. Amelia growled in the background but went quiet when Sherlock and I stared at her.

"We came to ask for a case, the one Amelia gave us was empty." Sherlock stated simply. Amelia whispered something into Lestrade's ear and handed him a file. He nodded and looked at us.

"Amelia says-" Lestrade paused suddenly, wincing when Amelia kicked his leg.. "-Sorry, I mean, uh, here's the case." Amelia smiled triumphantly, peering out over Lestrade's shoulder. I'd imagine it would be quite a strange sight for Sherlock, it was a strange sight for me too. Amelia actually cooperating? Amelia outside? Maybe she was the Alien. I shook off my superstitious thoughts and said goodbye to Lestrade. Talking to Amelia would be a difficult task, even just saying goodbye. I remember when Sophia and I used to have to avoid Amelia for days before she abandoned her weird assumptions.

"So, what time do you want to meet up tomorrow? I have a thing to go to but it would be nice to have someone to work on this case with." Sherlock interrupted my train of thought. I was kind of glad of the distraction, I didn't want to think about Sophia too much.

"Sure. Can I take some pictures of the file? We can meet at the crime scene ten o'clock tomorrow morning." My fingers immediately reached for my phone. Sherlock handed me the file, allowing me to take the pictures. After I had gotten what I needed, we said our farewells.

Well, not really. We kind of just said an awkward goodbye. I wasn't really sure how to react,I don't think he was either. Should I shake his hand? Wave? Nah. We both just walked in opposite directions, glancing back until we could barely see each other anymore. I smiled to myself as I turned away, walking towards the streets.

"Well, I think I've found my new partner." I whispered.