The King. (BBC Sherlock fanfiction) COMPLETED

Chapter 3

Strong language
-Emmas P.O.V-

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I woke up and was dazed by the light flooding into my room. I got changed back into the clothes that I wore yesterday. They were a little crumpled but will have to suffice until I get some money.

I walk out of my bedroom and into the living room where the two boys were already doing their chores, well John was who smiled at me when I walked in but Sherlock was lying on the sofa with his hands in the praying pose. John saw what I was looking at and told me he was in his mind palace.

"Oh the art of loci" I said, a smile on my face

"You know it?" Asked a voice behind me

I spun around and faced him "Why yes...Ive had one since I was three years old" I replied

"You seem like Sherlock each time I talk to you Emma" Said John smirking at Sherlocks expression.

I sat down on the sofa next to Sherlock who was watching me. I gave him a what look.

"Its odd" He said finally

"Whats odd?" Asked John setting down three cups of tea

"I cant read you Emma" He said. His eyebrows burrowed in frustration and I just smiled

"I set up a defensive exterior. I have complete control over my feelings and reactions" I said

"So your a sociopath?" Asked John

"I believe thats what they call it. As a child while working for MI-6 they diagnosed me with ASPD" I replied

"ASPD?" Asked John

"Anti-Social Personality Disorder" Said Sherlock "Its what they call a sociopath when their under 18. They tend to have a disregard for their own safety and usually break the rules"

"Thats me in a nutshell" I said

"Oh and Sherlock its your turn to get the shopping. You need to get milk." Said John

"But you only went yesterday!" Whined Sherlock

"Someone was using the food for an experiment" Retorted John

"I can go" I said "I havent got any money but I can pay you back when I get my job back at MI-6"

"Yeah Emma can do it" Said Sherlock

"Here you are" said John handing me a bundle of notes. "Theres a shop down the road"

"Thanks John" I replied going down the stairs and out the front door

"Do you think she'll be okay?" Asked John

"I dont know. I cant read her at all." replied Sherlock

I was walking down the street, humming phantom of the opera when i heard a noise behind me. I tense up and start walking a little faster. There were footsteps behind me so I swung around and knocked the man behind me flying. I had another grab me from behind who I flipped over, knocking him out cold on the pavement. I heard a gun click and turned around to be confronted with a pistol, the man behind it smirked.

"How are you gunna get outta this one love?" He asked

"Now that would be telling" I smirked and kicked the pistol out of his hands, he lunged and me and I pushed myself from the wall and slammed into him. He pushed me onto the pavement cracking my head open. I felt the blood run down my face.