Write me a Song

Chapter 2

The next afternoon she walked over to Sherlock's home, only to find he wasn't there. Veronica frowned hundreds of questions went through her head: was he upset with her, was he sick, did he get in trouble. Letting her curiosity get the best of her she walked to the front entrance of the Holmes house and knocked. The kind faced woman opened the door and smiled. Veronica smiled back, "Hello ma'am, do you know if Sherlock is here?"

The woman's smile grew "Oh of course! But he is ill now."

Veronica frowned "All right. Thank you!" She turned and walked back to her home bored, and sad that her new friend wasn't feeling well. She plopped on the sofa and stared at the walls. What could she do? She asked herself, then she got a brilliant idea! "Mum!" She called, her mother walked in and looked at her "I would like to make some biscuits for my friend, he's sick."

Her mother smiled "You mean that boy across the street?" Veronica nodded. "Then I suppose we could make a few." Veronica grinned and ran into the kitchen.

An hour later the kitchen was covered in flour and various other baking supplies, but Veronica, and her mother had made 12 shortbread cookies, and 12 spice cookies. She took six of each and placed them in a tin container "Bye mum I'm taking these to Sherlock!" Veronica quickly ran across the street and was standing at the front door of the Holmes house. She knocked again and the kind faced woman, she now assumed to be Mrs. Holmes answered. "Oh, hello again!" She smiled.

Veronica grinned "If Sherlock is feeling up to it I would like to bring him these biscuits I made." Mrs. Holmes grinned and opened the door "I'm sure he'd love it if you did! Some company would do him some good. He can't stand being locked up like this." The two of them walked up a large stair case and then down the hallway. The third door to the left was Sherlock's room. His mother knocked and then opened the door "Sherlock you have a visitor!" She said.

A red nosed and puffy eyed Sherlock sat up in his bed and he saw Veronica's curly brown hair poking up from behind his mother's shoulder. He mentally rolled his eyes, this girl wouldn't leave him alone "Hello Veronica." He said and laid down again. His mother left the room and closed the door.

"I heard you were sick... so... so I made you some biscuits. They're snap, and spice ones. I hope that's all right." Veronica smiled and handed Sherlock the tin.

Sherlock brought a tissue to his nose and sneezed "Thank you." He said and sniffed.

Veronica looked around his room, it was covered in books, maps, diagrams, charts, pictures, almost anything and everything covered the walls, shelves, and desk of this room, it was organized chaos. It took some time before she noticed a lump of red fur laying at the foot of his bed. Veronica say down and began to pet him, the fur on his face had started to grey "What's his name?"

Sherlock looked up from the cookie tin "Pardon?"

"Your dog. What's his name?"

"Redbeard." He mumbled and offered her a biscuit which she gladly accepted. They sat in a comfortable silence eating biscuits before Sherlock shut the tin and sighed "I need to go back to sleep." He muttered sounding congested.

Veronica nodded "Of course. I don't want to get sick either." She said smiling "I'll see you when you're feeling better." She said. Veronica glanced down and noticed his taped finger tips she frowned a bit to herself "You really shouldn't over work yourself like that."

Sherlock ignored her statement and covered himself and rolled over in bed; he was done talking. Veronica sighed and left the room, he was so difficult.

Veronica and Sherlock's odd friendship continued like this for a while. Veronica would go over to The Holmes house and she and Sherlock would sit together for hours in silence. Sometimes he would play violin, and sometimes they would read. Sherlock and Veronica had contrasting differences in what they liked to read, For Sherlock; he enjoyed reading scientific research along with the occasional adventure novel. Veronica on the other hand enjoyed mostly fiction her favorite author was F Scott Fitzgerald or J.R.R Tolkien.