The Impossable Girl and the High Functioning Sociopath

Part 5

"About what? And what are you doing with that?" I ask Sherlock as I set my things down.

"About what happened earlier, and what's in this box. Does Anna know about this?" He asks holding the box up.

"No, and I'd like to keep it that way." I say and I reach for the box. He slightly pulls it away.

"Why do you have these?" He asks.

"Because I may need them. Can I have them back?" I ask.

"No. I think you need to talk to Anna about this." He says and I cross my arms.

"No. She can't know about this." I say and he stares at me.

"Why? She's your best friend and the person you trust the most." He says and I sigh.

"I do trust her, but not with this. She'll worry too much. I don't even use them most of the times. She's never noticed." I say and he sighs.

"Harley, this is not something to play with." He says and I sigh and sit next to him.

"I know, but if she knew she wouldn't let me work. My siblings know about it and so do my parents. I'm almost always with one of them." I say and he hands me the box.

"What do you need them for?" He asks and I look at him. 

"You're a genius. Figure it out." I say and he sighs.

"Has it happened since I've been here?" He ask and I nod.

"Three times. It happens quite often during times of high stress. If the stress level is consistent I can adapt, but it's just been really bad lately." I say and he looks at me.

"Let me know if it happens ok? I don't want anything to happen to you, and I still think that you should tell Anna." He says and I sigh.

"Maybe I will. Just not yet." I say and he sighs.

"Now on to what happened earlier-" He begins and I cut him off by standing and leaving the room. "Harley!"

"Harley, what is going on with you today?" Anna asks. "You have been really touchy."

I ignore her as I go to my little box under the couch. I pull it out and I hear her make her way over to me.

"Harley, no. Put that back." She says as I pull out the notebook. I stare at the front as I run my finger over the tabs on the side.

"Anna, go pack. I'm taking this with me." I say and I stand then go back in to my room where Sherlock still sits.

"Harley, please we need to talk." He says and I look at him. I close the door and I look at him.

"You wanna talk? Then let's talk. I think I like you, Sherlock. I really don't understand what I am feeling, or why I am feeling this way. You are not the only one who doesn't have a concept of emotions and feelings. All I know is that I enjoy bring with you. I don't want to lose whatever we have. I want to try to figure out what this is and what we are. If you are willing to work with me I would be more than happy to try to figure this out." I say and he smirks.

"Ofcourse. But for now we should probably get some sleep. We do have an eight hour flight tomorrow." He says and I nod. We both change and then we climb into my bed. At some point I lay my head on his chest and I fall asleep listening to his heart beat.

(the next day)

We are waiting to get on the plane. After a lot of explaining to the airport supervisor, they allowed Sherlock, John, Anna and I all back in. Sherlock and I were told to keep our mouths shut. For once I listened. We get on the plane and go to find our seats.