Hey readers! This is my first Sherlock fanfic. I am nervous about it because it has been a long time since i've written anything on here. I hope you guys like it and that you keep reading. I promise to update as quickly as i can... reviews will keep my speed up! It's a slow and short start but i need it that way, please give it a shot!
thanks. Lee.
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"Where is he Mycroft?"
Mycroft Holmes sat at his desk reading, a smile twitched at his lips as he looked up at the woman standing before him.
"Been some time since you've graced us with your presence, Miss Taylor"
"I believe that was your intention, was it not Mr Holmes?"
Mycroft stood, moving around his desk to the young woman. He held out his hand and smiled at her.
"I did not expect you to disappear completely. I'm glad to see you Victoria."
Victoria placed her hand in his and moved in to hug the eldest Holmes brother. Mycroft stood rigid and eventually placed an arm around her. She leaned back catching his gaze with a pleading look.
"Where is he Mycroft? He's not at the house."
Mycroft sighed and stepped away from her, picking up an envelope opener and turning it in his hands.
"Sherlock has moved into a flat on Baker Street."
Victoria looked surprised for a moment but recovered quickly.
"I always thought it was an empty threat, but he's actually moved out?"
Mycroft threw her a tight smile.
"It would seem my brother became bored without you around."
A slight blush moved over her cheeks and she laughed lightly.
"I'm sure Sherlock found plenty to do without me to hold him back."
Mycroft sat down at his desk, still turning the opener in his hands.
"He is now running around with his flatmate, a retired army doctor"
"Wow, flatmate? He really is full of surprises."
"I'm certain Sherlock would be pleased to see you. 221b Baker street. Oh and Victoria, I never expected you to leave completely."
She smiled at him.
"I know, but sometimes it's easier to start anew. It took me a long time to realise the mistake I made in cutting ties with you both."
He nodded and she left promising to keep in touch.
"Oh I hope you welcome her back Sherlock. Don't be a fool." He muttered to the empty room.
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Victoria stood outside 221b Baker Street hand poised ready to knock when she heard a muffled voice yell from inside the flat.
"Bored!"
She smiled to herself. Some things never changed. She could hear another voice muffled by the walls and could imagine Sherlock's eyes rolling as he grumbled about 'how nice it would be to have a simple mind'.
Sucking in a deep breath, she knocked on the flat's door.
Sherlock's fast steps came bounding down the steps and he flung the door open eyes alight with the hope of a mystery. Victoria tried to smile but the flash of shock followed by a cold stare that ran over the consulting detective's face made her stomach sink.
"What are you doing here?" He deadpanned.
"I came to see you." She tried to keep the hurt out of her voice. She should have known he'd be like this.
"Well you've succeeded your objective." He moved to shut the door.
"Sherlock..."
He turned to her quickly and his eyes blazed.
"Oh don't tell me you wanted more than to just see me? Would you like some light-hearted conversation about the good old days and maybe a promise to keep in touch? Well I don't believe that will be happening Victoria. Not after this long... no word, no news. No, I think you should be happy with knowing I am alive and leave it."
"Sherlock, who's at the door?" A man's voice called down from the top of the stairs.
"No-one important." He muttered, glancing once more at Victoria before shutting the door on her.
She stood there holding her breath. His reaction to seeing her was... understandable. She turned around and sat on the step. Above her a choppy and disjointed violin melody started up.
Yes, Sherlock Holmes was mad at her. Maybe she should never have come.