Robbie's Concert; Sherlock/Cavetown fanfiction.

The first time.

This was our year. He and I had been sending letters back an forth, since he thought emailing me was too "modern" and wanted a chance to have this relationship with me, as though it were still the 1800s. The face he makes when I bring up his sentimental preference always makes me giggle.

I didn't think we were going to get along, honestly. People around me only told me the bad things about him.
"He's obnoxious."
"He's a liar."
"He's heartless."
"He's a psychopath."
"You'll end up dead if you go near him."

None of it's true.

That christmas when we first met... It was the best gift I could have asked for. We hit it off right away, and from what I've learned, it's hard to do that with him. It makes me feel special.

He took me down into his basement and showed me his experiments, explained where they came from and why he was doing them. He guided me through at least fifty books and papers that he'd read. Each page had a very specific significance. He showed me a... Well, he calls it his "bag of secrets" but even for his standards that's a little weird.

He told me it was code for "a bag of things that could cause me to die of heartbreak if anything happened to them, hence why what's in there is secret because they're not allowed to get out. By 'get out', I imply out of my own mind or I could say my own self, meaning the reason I'm letting you inside is because you're part of me and you deserve to know, especially considering what's in there consists of a lot of things alongside everything I've ever received from you or people involved in this messy situation."

As you yourself probably are right now, I took a few moments to digest what I'd just been told. Those moments were cut short, however, when he put the now disorganised bag back where it was and enthusiastically beckoned me into the next room. I couldn't help but gasp when I walked in and saw what he had. It's nothing big to most people but to me, it is. And in that moment it meant so much to me, because I finally got to share with him what I'd be working at my entire life in the hopes of meeting him some day and impressing him.

"You play, don't you?" He smirked at me. I nodded, not thinking to question how he knew. I watched him sit on the desk beside him with a nervous look on my face. He smiled and nodded at me.
"Play for me, Robbie." His smile turned into the most adorable grin, and I ran towards the six-stringed instrument. Soon enough, I was at on a small chair like the ones you get in primary school, a rich guitar in my arms and for the first time, my father smiling at me, waiting for me to play. I was too nervous to sing, so I didn't. I didn't notice for a while, but he was singing. He started off quietly, probably why I didn't notice, but eventually he gained more confidence.

"Get a load of this trainwreck.." He sang, louder now. Somehow, it still hadn't dawned on me. I think I was too busy focusing on the chords, as I was more used to playing it on Ukulele back then.
"His hair's a mess and he doesn't know who he is yet..
But little do we know the stars,
Welcome him with open arms.." He sang for the second time.

After finally realising, the most ridiculous grin grew on my face as I played the last few chords and joined in with him.

"Time is..." I decided to harmonise with him, because we make a great team.
"Slowly..." He has such a great voice..
"Tracing his face.." We smiled at each other.
"But strangely, he feels at home in this place."

Now, it's such a blur. Although, I remember almost throwing the guitar on the floor and running into his arms and just... Sobbing. I'd waited so long to tell him about being a musician and all that cool stuff, but he already knew. To think he'd been following me all this time and preparing day by day to meet me... I'd never been happier.

That was the year Greg and I met for the first time. After I'd been on the whole tour of The Basement Of 221b. I don't mention this connection for no reason. I mention it because, recently, Greg told me something I didn't know. It made so many things make sense to me, finally. I'd been searching for an explanation because nobody would tell me.

You see, little did I know that the first time Sherlock and I met, it would be the last for a very, very long time. By this, I mean about two and half years. And nobody ever told me why.