Elouise

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Hey my Lockiopaths! IIIIIII'M BAAAAAACK! Did you miss me? ;)

I own nothing if not Elouise Stanton, THe scenes I create, and the most stunning Sherelly? Hm...maybe a bit more thought on that name is in order. Anyways, Everything else belongs to BBC and their wonderful selves! :)

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Sherlock's P.O.V. 

Elousie - My Elouise - is alive. It took a week of wandering my Mind Palace to really accept the fact. Mycroft had hidden it from me so that he could 'protect' me, or so he says anyways. More like to watch me suffer if you ask me, but whatever. After my thought process is finished and morning has arrived, I leave the comfort of my bed to attempt in talking to John.  

When I enter the kitchen, he is drinking coffee with heavy eyes and an untouched piece of toast in front of him. "Did you know?" Start simple.  

"What?" Disbelief and a tad amount of tiredness is all I can take in from John's reaction.  

I sigh in annoyance and glare at my blogger. "Did. You. Know?"  

"No, Sherlock, believe it or not I didn't watch you suffer for mere sport," he snaps back in frustration.  

"Good. I am going to visit her today," I tell him.  

"You sure that's a good idea? Amnesia patients are not to be forced into remembering, Sherlock."  

"I'll be back later," I tell the frustrated doctor as I pull on my coat.  

No less than five steps till the bottom does he say anything else to me. "She could get hurt, ya know? She could have purposefully forgotten us. People do that, Sherlock. When they don't like something that has happened and it has emotionally harmed them too much, they do have a part of their brain that will 'delete' their memories in order to stop the person from harming themselves more than they already have." 

The only line that rolls through my ears time and time again is when he said, 'She could have purposefully forgotten us.'  

I am turned around to face my short friend in mere seconds, the glare eating right into his soul. "Do you think I am stupid? I know all of that! She won't be forced to do anything! I wouldn't even dare do a thing to hurt her and we both know that! Stop trying to make excuses, John. You are starting to sound like Mycroft." It could be seen as a low blow coming from me, but I just wanted to leave...to see her again. 

An air of silence and a stern look later, I am out the door and in a very smelly cab. It isn't that I wish to tell the girl everything, but I do plan to jog her memory a little at a time. Apparently it is 'dangerous for her health' to remember it all at once. It took maybe 1 hour and 51 minutes to get to Fountain Way Hospital due to the light traffic here and there. I walk through the doors with my violin tucked neatly under my arm.  

She did always love to hear me play, midnight or earlier. This is why most nights would consist of my constant playing, much to John's dismay. The worse Elly's nightmares were, the louder I played. Not because I cared about her of course, to simply drown her cries out. When I enter the building, I instantly hear the annoying voice of that secretary.  

"Oh! Hello Mr. Holmes! Fancy seeing you here again! Shall I show you to your cousin again? Should we expect to see you every week then?" The woman would not leave me be.  

"Please do shut up. I believe I can get there alone," I snap in response.  

Soon I am standing in the doorway of the day room. Sitting on the bench playing the piano ever so gracefully was Elouise. My Elly still remembers the tune I had written for her. She never knew who's it was or even that I had constructed it with a span of four nights. It was all forgotten as the notes began to flow from the wooden instrument lying in my hands.