Sherlocks Secret Escape

Chapter Seven. College Again

Sherlock's POV

I was actually happy to be going to college, this actually surprised me. I had two full days of being bored, waiting on my brother for those blood records I sent him. I was actually surprised to find out my brother was having time off, my brother never did this.

I decided to walk into college today, the weather was perfectly fine for a ten to fifteen minute walk from my apartment. I looked around at my surroundings, then I noticed Clara riding into college on a dirt bike. I knew it was Clara because of her tattoos on her wrists, they were obvious because her dark leather biker jacket was pulled up above her wrists. I couldn't help but smile when I saw her riding into college in that bike, I watched as she would glide around the corners. I ran over to her in the bike part of the college parking lot, the whole time that I had my eyes on her I couldn't help but stare at her. She was was wearing a pair of grey skinny ripped jeans, a black t-shirt which covered her shoulders, a dark leather biker jacket and a pair of leather gloves. The bike was a navy blue colour, I never really seen Clara with any famine colours.

She finally turned off the engine as I got closer to her in the parking lot, she obviously had the bike a while you could tell by some of the scratches on the bike. As I finally approach Clara she takes off her helmet revealing her long pulled back hair, today she had it tied up in high ponytail. However, because her hair was tied up high I could see a new tattoo. The tattoo was on her neck, it was a raven. The raven was following the turtle doves however, it was bleeding and heading towards the ground so to speak. The tattoo wasn't the only new object on her neck, just below her ear was a love bite. She never mentioned a boyfriend when we spoke last week, why didn't she mention one? Or is he actually her boyfriend? It could have been a one night. . . No I need to stop thinking. I'm here on a case, not to fall for some random girl I met only last week.

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Clara's POV

I left Mycroft early this morning, I needed to get back to college. College was a part of my cover for this mission, even though the course is amazing I would have rather done motor vehicle but the boss wanted me to do animal care. I never really met the boss, I kind of met the once. They asked me to come to a high priced suit shop in London for the job description and my first payment, you see for every person the boss asks me to kill, I get about five thousand pounds. The boss is male, I could tell by his voice and the store.

I was going to leave the day before but, like old Mycroft fashion he managed to get me to stay. It was another goodnight, I believe that was three goodnights in a row I do have to say though, there were also a few good moment in the morning. Yesterday though he had to go to work, something about an old family criminal business being reported as 'up and running' or something I didn't pay attention. So I was left alone for half a day; I was actually cleaning my bike when Mycroft's car pulled up into the drive. He stopped outside the car door when he saw me cleaning the bike, I was wearing my short shorts, a short vest top that stopped just bellow my breasts and I was covered in water from cleaning the bike. He couldn't help but stare, I knew what he was doing but I just simple ignored him.

Anyway I left this morning, I left him with a note explaining a little why I had to leave. I just simple put, that 'Need to sort out some business for the case I'm working see you soon Mr Government. Clara xx.' I know he'll call once he sees it. Anyway I got home at around seven this morning, I had a quick shower and changed my clothes after I unpacked. The time was half eight and classes started at nine, it would take about ten minutes to get to college so I left.

When I arrived at college I noticed that today Sherlock had walked into college, I would have stopped to talk to him but he had already noticed me and was making his way over to the parking lot. So I glided around the corner and into the bike part of the parking lot; when I would glance in the direction of Sherlock I noticed he had his eyes on me as I made my way to park up the bike. All I could think about was . . .'What would Mycroft think if he saw his brother now?'.