An Old Friend (One-Shot)

An Old Friend

(A/N: Still fighting against my writers block but until I get through it here is the promised one-shot! I just wanted to say a big thank you for you guys for sticking with me and reading my stories! More than 80 reads on 'Always Expect The Unexpected'? Thank you guys! ^-^ I just cannot express how much I appreciate your patience!-Moved_To_Wholockia - Timea :) )

London... Too crowded for me! I mean I know that Bristol is not the smallest city in England but London! Gosh! Everywhere I turn there's people! Everywhere!

Anyway, I'm here to sort out some things with someone I've met a long, long time ago... I haven't seen him for ages and now according to Molly, we've got our medical degree together over in Bath, he's looking for a flatmate and I need one too so... I might be able to get a flat for a good price.

Molly told me a lot about him, how he has changed since he moved to London. She knew him, well lets call him on his name, she knew Sherlock since we started Uni. I always hung around with Sherlock and after we started Uni, the three of us hung together. I mean we've been in different libraries all over the city most of the times but I enjoyed it...

We had our little place in a park, not far from the flat I used to live in, called St. Anne's. The whole park was like a forest with a little stream leading all the way through it and in the middle of it there was a tree with two benches and a well under it. The tree's bottom branches where full of ribbons... All kinds, colours, sizes, ones with spots, triangles or without them but the most important thing about the ribbons were that they've all represented different things.

Every single ribbon on the branches of that tree were from couples... Couples in love... And we, me and Sherlock, have left a deep red one, with a red rose tied to it...

According to Molly he has changed a lot... He doesn't really like to talk to people anymore and he likes being alone... Apparently he's never eating and is always sad...

We're, Molly and me, cutting through the crowded streets of London on yet another rainy morning. This'll be my first day at work.

'Do you think Sherlock'll come in today?' I ask, turning my head to the right and slightly down, since the girl is shorter than me but only by a couple of inches, to look at her.

'Well, he most deffinietly will.  It's either 221B or the Lab for him...' She says shyly.

...

The rest of the walk was silence. We're sitting in the Lab with Molly right now, just having a cuppa. When a kind of short, black haired gentleman walks in. He's wearing his black jeans way lower than they are supposed to be and he's wearing a white shirt with it. Not the most appalling look and certainly not my type but his face, his eyes to be exact,  just tell me not to give up on him. It's like I've seen him somewhere before.

He has a some sort of aurora as he walks in.

'Hiya! The name is...' He waves one hand in the air then runs it through his sleek black hair while his other hand just dangles by his side as he walks in but suddenly stops. 'Amanda? Amanda Rodriges? Gosh it's been such a long time, sweetie!' He expands his arms to the sides, he walks up to me and then envelops me in a tight hug.

Jim? Gosh you haven't changed! I knew I know him!'Oh, hey Jim! Long time, no see! But I thought you moved to America!'

'Well, yeah... That was the plan but then I stopped here for a little sightseeing and then I just stuck here for...'

'Well, for more than 15 years now!' I laugh and embrace him in another hug. Jim used to be my neighbour at the house I lived in with my parents, in Bristol.

We were always together until he moved away... He left his parents with a dream of being an actor. Well, a theather actor, to be exact. He really likes musicals, especially GLEE. He was 15 when I last saw him. Then we became friends with Sherlock.

The doors suddenly fly open. And there he stands... His looks haven't changed anything...

He takes a look around. Turns his head to the left then to the right and his eyes stop at Jim.

'Who's that?' Sherlock points at him as he walks in so he's now standing next to a bright pink Molly.

'Jim, Jim Moriarty. Nice to meet you!' He extends his left hand, Sherlock just stares at him so he pulls his hand back.

I clear my throat, he continues with his staring at Jim.

'You work here?' He asks from Jim.

'Yeeep...' He answers, pulling the 'e' out.

Moriarty has changed nothing but Sherlock?  He's a completely different person than he was...

'Sherlock?' I ask. Shily. What the Hell is up with me?

'WHAT?' He shouts turning to me.

My body shakes a bit at his tone. He has changed a LOT.

I can feel tears gathering in my eyes. 'Amanda?' He sounds surprised. 'But what are you doing here?' He sounds surprised and confused.

I just walk up to him, slap him across the face, wrap my arms around him and cry into his shirt.

I can feel his hand softly patting my back, then wrapping around me and then I can feel his lips on the top of my head. That's when I hear rhe door slam once and then a second later twice.

I slowly turn my head so I can see his face. 'Are you looking for a flatmate? Cause Molly told me she has a friend looking for one... Oh yeah of course you need one! You've only came to London a couple of days ago!' Oh Gosh! He's deducing me! 'I have my eyes on anice little place on Baker Street. It's 221B,  the Landlady owns me a favour so I thought tha-'

I suddenly jump up and touch my lips to his, just for a second, but it seemed like a blissful eternity for me, after all this time. He just stares at me.

Oh God... What if he doesn't feel about me that way?

He stares at me but pulls me even closer to him (if that's possible) and kisses me again. Passionetly. He leans into me. The two becomes one. Water meets fire and everyting turns good. It's like the end of a storm. The light at the end of a tunnel... A love that can never die... We've been apart for five years and before that we've never really admitted our feelings fir each other.

But right here right now we know we're suppoded to be here, together, right now, at the right place, right time.

After a while we, unfortunately,  have to break apart to catch our breaths since we've ran out of breath like 15 minutes ago, so we rest our foreheads together and just gaze into each other's eyes as I untangle my hands from his dark brown curls, that sometimes can seem black and trust me, I've done quite bit of research to know that, and we try to figure out how did I get onto the table.

'So, 221B Baker Street, you say?' I ask.

'Yep!' He whispers softly popping the 'p'. '221B Baker Street.' He then places his right hand onto the back of my neck, which sends shivers up my spine, and then pulls me into another kiss.

THE END

(A/N: I'm actually quite proud of this! Please comment and vote and let me know if you like it! I really need some feedback! Thank you! I love all of you guys who is reading this right now! ♥♥♥ - Moved_To_Wholockia - Timea :) )