Lets Play A Game - Sherlock Fanfiction [Sequel to IBIY]

Chapter fourteen - Friendly strangers.

The last two weeks had been stressful. John and Mary are tired- looking after a child was hard work. They asked me and Sherlock to come round once or twice to visit since they could do with more company. I agreed, but Sherlock stayed at the flat complaining about how he's too busy to see a crying child and their parents. I think he was just really stressed out about the whole Moriarty situation. It can't be possible that he's still alive, but somehow he's back. We don't know if he is alive- but someone certainly wants people to believe that- mainly Sherlock. Moriarty was obsessed with destroying Sherlock, it could be possible that someone was back to finish his work.

I shake my head, sigh and grab Chester's lead. The last two weeks had been stressful with the baby and Moriarty and the case I helped Lestrade with, it was best to at least walk Chester with a clear head.

"For god's sake. It's clearly Maynard who you're describing."

"It's not."

I hear Sherlock groan. I quickly glance at him while Chester runs up to them both as he hears them whining over a stupid board game.

"Brown eyes, brown facial hair, big nose; Its clearly Maynard!"

"I just said it's not."

"Then you're playing it wrong!" Sherlock snaps, then hits his fist on the table. I roll my eyes, him and Bill were playing Guess Who. Who decided they should play a board game anyway? Sherlock and board games don't mix.

I walk over to them both and look at what character Bill was describing to Sherlock, "It's Paul."

"Paul?!"

"Oi." Bill frowns, knowing I just gave away his character. I push the board game away from their faces so they would stop playing it. Sherlock seems outraged that it was Paul, and Bill just seems disappointed that I pushed his game aside, "Why'd you do that?"

"Because, Sherlock needs to stop distracting himself from the grocery shopping. I'm walking Chester, and you need to put this game away. I wan't the table clean before I get back.

Bill groans, and picks up all the cards that belonged to the game.

"I'm not doing the shopping, Bill can do that." Sherlock says, and before Bill can say anything Sherlock cuts him off, "And your dog should be better now, can't you re-home it?"

"Why do you want to re-home him? He's done nothing wrong, I know you secretly like him."

"Here we go." Sherlock mutters quietly and stands up, heading towards the kitchen. I roll my eyes, then connect Chester's lead to his collar. Mrs Hudson really didn't like the idea of having a dog in her flat but she adores him. Honestly, she comes up with dog treats she buys from the shop for him every week. I think Chester was just a lovable dog that everyone adored. 

I take Chester out of 221b and into the cold, fresh air of London. I normally took him out onto the fields near the park. Not many people went there as they were on the park, which was good because It meant I could let Chester of his leash in peace. 

I started thinking about random things, and I'm sure I must have gotten lost in my thoughts because I ended up walking into someone. Luckily non of us were knocked over, but I ended up hitting his shoulder pretty hard. I pulled a face of embarrassment, and quickly made sure he was okay.

"I'm so sorry, are you alright?!"

He looks up at me for a second then smiles, "It's fine, really. It was my fault for being on my phone while walking." I leans down and picks up his phone that fell out of his hand. It wasn't broken, fortunately, "Ah, who's this?"

"Oh, uh, this is Chester." I reply. He strokes Chester and scratches behind his ear while Chester wags his tail back in happiness. Dogs, I thought, they always seem to be so happy, even if they didn't know who was in front of them.

"He's lovely, how old is he?"

"Im actually not sure. I recently just had him, we think he may be one or two."

He nods, and carrys on fussing over Chester while I stand here awkwardly. After a minute or two, he stops stroking Chester and stands up, holding out his hand, "Sorry, I never introduced myself. Im Sebastian, Sebastian Moran."

I smile and shake his hand back in return. I'm defiantly not going to trust strangers after what happened with Dan and his brother, but I still should be nice, "I'm Holly."

"No last name?"

"Yeah."

"And it is...?" He's quiet, waiting for me to say my last name. I try not to laugh, but end up chuckling anyway and so did he. I never told Sherlock my last name when we met, I never told John when I first met him either in school. I wasn't sure why I didn't tell people, maybe it was just habit. God knows what people can do when they know your full name.

I didn't think this guy would hack into my person records and life information but he could search me on facebook.

"Well, Holly," He chuckles, "See you around."

"You too." I give him a smile, then he carry's on walking and so do I.