My Flatmates Sister

My Hero

A hero is an ordinary individual who finds the strength to persevere and endure in spite of overwhelming obstacles.

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It had been quite some time since the last case. We really didn't talk about it all that much. After I had passed out I was told that Sherlock carried me out of the place and didn't stop until he got to the flat. I didn't wake for a few hours. I begin to think about that night, how when sherlock bussed into the room almost in a panic. Like he was scared for me. 

The past few days the thought of Sherlock didn't like to leave my mind. I wasn't sure if it was because I haven't thanked him yet for saving me, or what. But there he was sitting in that leather chair with his hands in a praying position. His curls laid perfect on his head and his face looked so peaceful. I hated to interrupt his peacefulness.

"Sherlock?" I said in a small voice. He didn't look up at me but he grunted letting me know that he was listening.

"I...I just wanted to thank you for saving me." I say to him with a little bit of a stutterer. He doesn't move for a minute. He then opens his eyes looking right at me. Then he does something so unexpected. He gives me a genuine smile.

"Your welcome." He says to me. He looks at me for a moment then closes his eyes. That went well I think as I walk back to the kitchen.

Sherlock's P.O.V

I was sitting in my comfy leather chair in my mind palace. I was sorting through a new batch of experiments, trying to figure out which pair of eyes dissolved faster the, brown or the blue. That's when I hear London calling my name. I draw out of my mind Palace reluctantly, but since it was London I was almost a little happy to make the exception. I didn't look at her but made a little bit of nose to let her know that I was listening.

"I...I just wanted to thank you for saving me." She said to me with a cute little stutterer. London was a very adorable person. I opened my eyes to look up at her from where I was at. Her big light gray eyes looking at me. The light bouncing beautifully off of her eyes and ash blonde wavy hair was framing her face wonderfully. I did the one thing that I hadn't done in a long time. I gave her a genuine smile.

"Your welcome." I said to her. To the normal eye, it would have looked like she just walked off without a word, but I could see the small smile that almost made it to her face. After I closed my eyes she walked back into the kitchen, but then we had a problem, London was now on my mind. Her natural curvey body and her beautiful hair. She was all I could think about. I wasn't really sure what to do. I would admit she was one of the few people I could stand to be around. 

She was lovely.

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I'm so sorry that is is so short and really bad, I just wanted to have a little bit of fluff to show that he does care and all that good stuff. 

Once again I'm sorry that this is crap and I will try to get the next chapter out as soon as posable.

Happy Reading!

- Queen