I sat staring at the clock. When would this all be over? I hated having to talk to this stranger about things she couldn't even comprehend! A 'therapist' she called herself... More like glorified guesser!
"You think I have 'trust issues'."
"And you read my writing upside down" she retorted.
I sighed and looked back at the clock. I don't have 'trust issues'. I just choose to put my trust in those with enough competence to gain it... It's not my problem there's a low percentage of intelligence in London (or anywhere for that matter).
I got up and walked towards the door.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm only obliged to stay here for the allocated hour, I assume you'll notify my brother."
And with that I left. Where? Home sweet home...
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Truth be told
FanfictionA Sherlock fanfic where Sherlock is forced to talk about his two year undercover work and his true feelings and John finds out Sherlock isn't as sociopathic as he makes out (it needed to happen!) (Warning this is my first fanfic so bare with me her...
