Secrets (Sherlock)

Meeting old friends

Hey. So, thank you for reading this story. Dont forget to visit my other stories. i think you might enjoy them. SO, this story really just lays down some backstory. sorry, but this chapter is really short. i will be following the story of the episodes, but with some fluff chapters in between each episode, and sometimes each chapter. Well, vote, comment, and ENJOY!

~maggie

Quintessa POV

I decide that I need a car. I have enough money to buy an island in the Bahamas, so I think I can get a car. Nothing too fancy, but not a crappy car that a 16 year old buys because he spent all his money on pot. No, I want to get a decent car that wouldn’t attract too much attention, but that I can at least have some fun with.

            I get to the car dealership, and within 20 minutes, I convince the guy to sell in to a=me at ¾ the original price. I drive away in my new car as a happy person. But, as I start driving through town, it starts to rain, and the clouds block out the light from the sun. I frown, and immediately turn on the windshield, and it helps me realize that there is a man walking down the road that I recognize. I smile, and pull up next to him.

            “Hello, old friend,” I say, rolling down the windshield. He turns around, and gives me his signature creepy smile.

            “Quinn. How nice to see you. I take it you’re going to give me a ride?” he said.

            “Sure thing, Jim. That’s what friends are for, right?” I said. Jim. Jim Moriarty. An old friend of mine. We were very close back when we were kids, and it sure has been a while, years in fact. I drove to my house, Jim driving shotgun. I went through the familiar streets towards my home, and parked outside my building. Jim and I ran towards the front doors, which were locked, so I spent another several seconds scrambling to get the key in the lock. Mental note: Keep door unlocked when chances of rain.

            I walked up the stairs, and quickly went into my apartment. Jim, having been there when I bought the apartment, quickly went to the bathroom, and came out with a towel. I laughed at how crazy his hair looked after ruffling it, and went to make some coffee.

            “Coffee?” I ask. He shakes his head, and plops onto my couch.

            “OI! Don’t get my couch all wet!” I yell at him. He gives me a stare, and take the towel, and sits on it.

            “Better?”

            “Much,” I sit on the chair in front the couch, and sip my coffee. “So, how have you been, Jim? I take it life’s as boring as it usually is?”

“Actually, I found someone to join my little game.”

“Really,” I ask, shocked. No one ever joins his game. “Who, might I ask?”

“Sherlock Holmes.”

I ponder what he said for a long moment. “Tall, dark curly hair, smug, makes deductions?”

He nods. “You’ve met him, I presume?”

“Yeah, I have. I helped his roommate carry groceries to his house yesterday.”

“Oh, and here I am thinking you didn’t care.”

“You should have seen him Jim. It was sad to watch,” I say, chuckling a little. We spoke for about an hour about what had happened in the past two years since we last saw each other. Apparently, Jim is now a ‘consulting criminal,’ as he puts it, and Sherlock is the only person who he thinks is enough for him to defeat. Not much has happened to me. I moved, my brother came back, I got my heart broken, and everything that wasn’t that was pretty much boredom.

“You should talk to Sherlock. He knows just how to cure boredom. But, by the looks of that wall, I am guessing you have tried everything,” he said, gesturing to my wall. “Maybe you should solve some cases. But, if you do speak to Sherlock, don’t get attached. Who know what I’ll do to him. You could get your heart broken again. Walk me out?”

“How about I walk with you? I have been meaning to get some fresh air, and it’s stopped raining. Whad’ya say, Jim? For old times sake.”

He sighs. “Fine. But, you leave when we’re halfway there, okay?”

“Deal.”

We walk out of my apartment, and head in the direction he was going earlier. We talk a little more, but I soon find myself just staring at him.

“Jim,” I say. He looks back at me. “I missed you.”

He looks back at me, and gives me a hug. “I missed you too. But, remember. Sentiment is a sign of weakness. You are my only weakness, so don’t make me regret it.”

“I wont Jim. Just- just don’t get hurt, okay? It would kill me.”

He smiles and nods. I give him one last hug, and he swings me around. I laugh slightly, remembering how he would do that all the time. “Bye Jim.”

“Bye Quinn. Phone sometime. We could always catch up some more.”

“Sure thing. C’ya round.”

And, with that, he’s gone. I always regret saying goodbye to Jim when I see him. He is the only person I really care about, even if he is a little psycho. But, aren’t we all?