The Other One *Editing*

Chapter 2 - Breakfast With Number Three

Sherlock didn't speak again after his warning and once John had come back to his senses he went to his room to get changed. When he returned Sherlock had vanished and Lizzie was standing in the kitchen. A towel wrapped round her head and a purple shirt which he recognised as one of Sherlock's. "Sherlock's gone to argue with Mycroft again." Lizzie said before he had the chance to ask. "He won't win but he'll try. Toast?"

"Huh?"

"Toast? Breakfast item made from bread."

"Oh, yes please." They sat down across from each other. At first, she watched him. Analysing every movement, every facial expression, every breath. But then she cocked her head to one side, smirking and said, "So my brother really didn't mention me then?"

"No," John said awkwardly. "'Fraid not."

"Hmm," she said, slowly licking a dab of butter on her toast with great concentration. "Strange man my brother- absolute genius don't get me wrong but strange."

"Sounds about right." John agreed.

"You know he used to want to be a pirate." She smirked again.

"So, I've heard."

"He let me pierce his ear, so he could look like one." John chocked slightly on the sip of tea he'd taken. Ignoring his spluttering Lizzie said, "I will have to have a word with him though. Your turn." She said finally taking a bite of toast.

"Excuse me?" John said, confused.

"I've learnt that conversations go better when you take turns. Now it's yours."

"Okay err," John said, struggling to choose from the hundreds of questions running through his mind. "Why would Sherlock not mention you?"

"I'm not sure. Embarrassment maybe? In case you haven't notice I'm not like my brothers. Sure, I have the brains, but I tend to use them..." Lizzie thought for a second. "Let's just say differently." John wasn't sure how to react to that and was quite glad when Lizzie changed the subject. "I've read your blog, John H Watson. What's with the H?"

"Ahh there you see is my biggest secret if I'm lucky you'll never know."

"Hamish, right?"

"What?" John said, dropping his toast. "How did you?"

"Well it had to be a name you were embarrassed by and beginning with a H kinda narrows it down a bit."

"Wow, you're good."

"I know." Lizzie said, getting up from the table. "But that's not what I'm asking. What I wanna know is why use your middle name at all if you don't like it?" John sat there in silence, stunned by the logic as Lizzie disappeared into the bathroom again.

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