Chapter 4

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        Alex silently sat on the couch, thinking deeply about her life and how everything is. She loved Sherlock's work when she wasn't on the case, but now since she fallen in love than before, was this a better choice. Keeping all of this to herself and protecting him or is it going to eat her up inside and get herself killed? She took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. She needed to stop thinking like that and focus on her task or whatever sounded right to call. She just needed to clear her mind. She went into the room and grabbed her long trench coat and headed out the door. 

        The cool air nipped at her through her coat. She pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one. She smiled to herself. The smoke filled her mind with a sense of relaxation. She enjoyed these and it would kill her before her employer did. "Those things will kill you." said Sherlock in her head. She scoffed at the thought and didn't care anymore. Why should she have a care if she's going to die in the end even if its by a gun shoot or lung cancer.

"ALEXANDRA!!!!!!"

Alex turned around to see a smiling Mrs. Hudson with pain in her eyes. Alex smiled and got up to hug Mrs. Hudson.

"Hello Mrs. Hudson."

"Dear, come inside and put that cigarette out before Sherlock knows."

Alex threw it on the ground and stomped on it before she went inside. 

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Mrs. Hudson put some tea on the stove and sat across from Alex.

"Alex, where have you been sweetie?"

"I was living with John and Mary for a while after Sherlock faked his death."

"Oh. How is John and Mary?"

"Mary's doing great for being pregnant and all, but John he's--"

Tears filled Alex's eyes and rolled down her eyes. Mrs. Hudson gasped and placed her hand over her mouth. She grabbed a tissue and handed one to Alex. Both women sat there crying, but Alex was trying her hardest to keep it together.

Sherlock came down the stairs with a sheet around his waist standing in the doorway. Alex looked at her hands and not at anyone.

"ALEX!!!!!! What the hell did you tell poor Mrs. Hudson?" Sherlock said angrily and comforting Mrs. Hudson.

"We were talking about Mary and John-"

"Than Alex started to cry Sherlock, dear. I may be older, but I can piece things together." said Mrs. Hudson.

"Why Alex?"

"Oh so when you die and I grieve over you for two years. TWO BLOODY YEARS SHERLOCK!!!!! You think it's fine to just pop back into everyone's lives like nothing happened, but now my brother's dead. He isn't going to fake his death and just magically come back. HE'S GONE!!!!!! I'm left from my whole family and I should be allowed to express my anger and grief. Some of us are human too and not some robots who hide from everything." Alex said as she left the landladies flat.

        She didn't care if Sherlock followed her, she knew this was a bad idea and everything was just a mistake. She should of just went to Mary's and everything would of been better. She got ready and his door opened up.

"If you came to apologize Sherlock, you can go fuck yourself because I'm done."

"Alex, we can fix this."

"Fix this?" Alex faced Sherlock. "This. Between us is just stupid. I just need sometime alone from you and your arse."

Alex pushed her way through him and he grabbed her wrist to pin her up against the wall.

"Sherlock, I'm done with this shit."

"Who say's I'm Sherlock?"

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