Pond & Holmes

Chapter 11

The man, who Amy found out that his name was Phil, was sitting on the wooden chair meant for clients. John was sitting in his arm chair while Sherlock was standing slightly beside the man. Amy was seated on the couch. 

Sherlock said sternly, "Tell us from the start. Don't be boring." 

It turned out that it had happened fourteen hours ago. Somewhere out in the country, Phil's car was broken down. Phil said he saw a man, who seemed to be looking up at the sky. Amy guessed that he was watching for birds. Phil said his car made a loud noise, which sounded like a gunfire, which was the aftermath of him trying to start his car up. When Phil looked back at the man, he was lying down.

Apparently after close inspection, the man was dead. That was when Phil got his car towed and came to Sherlock. And surprisingly, Sherlock accepted the case.

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That night, Amy was scrolling through the news on John's laptop when she came across the main article's headline. 

'BATMAN, ROBIN AND THE MYSTERIOUS BATWOMAN.'

Amy gaped at the screen for a few seconds and groaned as she gently dumped the laptop on the coffee table. Sherlock who was playing his violin, and John who was reading that morning's newspapers heard her and looked up.

John asked, "What's wrong." Amy sighed and read out the headline in a monotone voice, "Batman, Robin and The Mysterious Batwoman. Batwoman? Batwoman?! How am I supposed to be Batwoman? Is there such thing as Batwoman even? Why am I Batwoman?"

John took the laptop from the table and placed it into his lap. He skimmed through the article and replied to Amy, "I think Batwoman is supposed to be Batman's girlfriend." Sherlock, who had taken a seat in his chair, said, "So?"

John chuckled, "They think that Amy is your love interest, Sherlock. Looking at how you held her hand and pulled her away from the reporters." Amy blushed remembering that but she said back, "But that doesn't mean anything! I only see Sherlock as a friend, and he only sees me as a friend. That was only a friendly gesture, right Sherlock?"

Sherlock seemed to be in deep thought. He did not answer Amy for a few moments. Amy nudged him, "Sherlock?" He broke out of his trance and glanced up at her, "What? Oh right yes. Of course. Only a friendly gesture."

Amy smiled at John, "See? Only a friend." She got up and said good night to the both of them and went into her room.

John also nodded to Sherlock and closed his laptop. John Watson noticed something. Sherlock did not deny that he saw Amy as a romantic interest.

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Yes. Sherlock Holmes was in deep thought. Not about the case. About something else. Or rather, someone.

Sherlock was thinking about Amelia Pond. She came into his life at school and saved him, she was like the other half, the 'caring' half he never had. But he would never admit it to her. Until now. It never occured to Sherlock that the two had been so close that the students and even the teachers thought that they were dating. 

What if she had loved him? He remembered her last day, and when he held her and they stared into each other's eyes. Sherlock realised how brown her eyes were, how pale her skin was and how the sunlight shined on her red hair, all in those few seconds, all the feelings Sherlock never thought he could feel.

 This is bad. Sherlock knew this is bad. Very bad. Moriarty bad. He shouldn't be feeling these sort of things for anyone, much less Amy Pond. This could be a disadvantage. A very horrible disadvantage. 

It's just that, all his teennage love for her came back when she stepped through that door. He had immediately zoned in on her, even blurring out John. She seemed like the Sun, bright and shining, but if you got too close, it would hurt you.