The Fortuitous Attraction

Undeductable

I haul my bags up the steep stairs as I fight against sleep. Struggling to bring one foot in front of the other. Every fiber in me was longing for my bed. Just a few more steps. My eyelids became too heavy as I searched for the door handle and stumbled into the flat, interrupting a very heated conversation.

"Because I don't want her to be!" I hear, rather than see, Sherlock shout at a person I have yet to meet.

He was on the short side compared to Sherlock. Had nice sandy blonde hair that made him look...some what....like a hedgehog. He was wearing a rather unflattering beige jumper with a dark brown coat. I noticed a wedding ring on his left hand. John.

Both of them immediately silenced as they jumped in shock. Sherlock looking quite embarrassed, however still trying to keep his cold composure. John however had a blush creeping up his neck as he saw me tumble in.

"Sorry to interrupt. You're welcome to continue." I say gesturing to the two boys, looking right at Sherlock and trying not to seem too hurt.

"We were done." Sherlock replied with a cold, detached voice. John cleared his throat and gave him a warning look.

"Let me help you with your bags, you must be Jane." John smiled grabbing most of my bags. It was a nice gesture.

"You must be John." I feigned a smile, following him up the stairs. I gave one last glance back at Sherlock, his eyes were still on me, soft and lost in thought.

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"And the floors do creek but they aren't that bad." John said demonstrating what the floor sounds like. I was only half listening as he explained my new room.

I guess it's a good thing he doesn't want me here. This way he won't talk to me.

John saw my face and understood what I was thinking. He cleared his throat and stuffed his hands in his pockets. He shuffled his feet around for a while trying to find the right words. I waited expectantly, hoping he'd make me feel a little better.

"Sherlock...um...he is incredibly smart, and he loves it. He gets off on knowing... knowing weather or not you're an alcoholic by the scratches on your phone, or weather you're in a relationship or not by the color of your lipstick... He has written about how he uses the science of deduction when he does...what he does. He gets extremely irritable when he can't figure out something or someone right away and the fact that he was very wrong when deducing you, so I've been told, it's kind of a hard pill to swallow for him." I think about what he said for the next minute and a half when a small smirk comes across my face.

"So I'm undeductable?" He laughs softly and nodds his head.

"And it drives him insane. He'll get it eventually though. It's a nice change though. You're a nice change." I look up at him inquizitivley.

"You hardly know me John." It was then his turn to think. He stood there for a while then walked over and sat on the bed where I was sitting.

"Sherlock is my best friend Jane. It gives me comfort that he won't be alone here." He looked right into my eyes as he said this. I was right, he did make me feel better.

"I understand." I smile reasuringly. He smiles back and stands. And even though it goes against my better judgment, I make a promise.

"I'll try to look after him." He turns to look at me, and gives me a smirk.

"You think you have a choice." He laughs. I stand and raise an eyebrow.

"Whats that supposed to mean?"

"It means you were going to find yourself doing so eventually. He may be a complete arse at times, but he does care. And soon enough you'll find yourself doing the same." He smiles one more time and leaves me to unpack my things while I process what he said.

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When I was done it was dark outside. I checked my watch and it was 10:08. I sighed heavily and rummaged through my drawers for some pajamas. I ended up putting on some black baggy sweatpants and a red T shirt. I started to pull my hair up into a messy bun when I heard a violin. I stopped what I was doing for a moment to listen to the melancholy melody drift it's way up the stairs, engulfing my room in soft sweet song, almost like a lullaby.

I open the door slowly and creep down the stairs to find Sherlock playing away in front of the window, eyes closed, lost in the melody. I scurried over to the couch and hugged my knees to my chest, resting my head on top of them. He stopped as he noticed me, looking strait into my eyes. I braced myself for a comand to go back to my room.

"I'm sorry." He said softly. I perked up supriesd that he said that instead. He was apologizing for what I walked in on earlier today. John had obviously told him it upset me otherwise Sherlock wouldn't have known. I laid my head back down and gave him a sad smile.

"I am too." The corner of his lips twitched, he was concealing a smile. He then started back up with his violin.

I myself got lost in Sherlock's playing. It was unlike anything I've heard from a violin. I closed my eyes and listened to the ups and downs, the loud notes and the quiet. A smile spread across my face the tune became slightly more light instead of sad.

I don't know how long I sat there with that smile on my face. All I know is that I allowed Sherlock to lull me to a peaceful sleep.

Third Person POV

She didn't know when she fell asleep. She didn't know he watched her while he played. She didn't know he stopped to wrap a blanket around her. And she certainly did not know when he gently picked her up and carried her back to her bed. She didn't know he was beginning to care...and neither did he.