This takes place from the end of Series One to the end of Reichenbach.

The OC of me (if you don;t like the fact that I have put myself into the story please read the open letter on my profile) has known the boys for all years of Uni, however she knew/met only Sherlock during 1st year, met John during 2nd, it should be assumed that The Blind Banker and The Great Game happened somewhere during the summer between her 2nd and 3rd year. A Scandal in Belgravia (other than the beginning which should have taken place while she was away) should take place most of her 3rd year, but more in the 2nd semester and Hounds of Baskerville and The Fall of Reichenbach happen between her 3rd and 4th year. The story written here should take place in 1st semester year 3.

Now that I have the time line out of the way, enjoy the story and please review without them I get bored:)

My life ended the day I was kidnapped and it began again the day Sherlock Holmes found me. My name is Tristan Curtis and this is my story.

I was back in London for my third year of conservatory school and was settling back into my flat when a report came on the news.

"Sherlock Holmes does it again. The illustrious Shadow Killer has been caught. We go now live to the scene for an interview with Inspector Lestrade."

*BZZZZZZZ* 'So what did you think? -SH'

'Brilliant as usual. Headed over when I'm done unpacking. - TC'

'Oh and say hi to John. - TC'

'Hi - JW'

'Hi, headed to the tube. - TC'

I got off and headed toward Baker Street to see my two best friends, well I say two, but Sherlock is Sherlock. I stopped just once at the chinese restaurant next door to grab our favorite soup and some kung pao chicken.

"Boys," I say knocking on the door, "Mrs. Hudson, anyone, hello?"

"John, get the door," comes Sherlock's brooding voice through the door.

"You're closer, why don;t you get it?" there's John.

"I'm experimenting!"

"Oh, stop it both of you! I'll get it!" there's the voice of Mrs. Hudson, my savior from the cold. "Hello dear." she says in her usual sweet voice.

"Hello, Mrs. Hudson, they were well over the summer I presume?"

"Well, yes and no, but you know how they get."

"And exactly how is that?" John says as he walks into the foyer, "Hello, Tristan, long time no see. How was home?"

"Home was okay, but you know me British at heart." I hug him, "How's life, you know Sherlock, cases, girlfriends? Find anymore body parts in the fridge?"

"Life's been okay, we're becoming internet phenomenons."

"So I hear, I read the blog remember?"

"Not much on the love life front, a few spare girlfriends every now and then, and of course the accusations in the papers."

"Sorry to hear that, now should we get this food to the kitchen?"

"Yes, but we'll have to eat off trays, he's using the table to..."

"Experiment, I heard." I say as we star up the stairs, "Right then, Sherlock, you can stop now, I'm here." I say snatching the petri dish from him.

"I was working!" he yells.

"Hello to you too, then." he suddenly puts on his thinking face, "Alright what have you deduced?"

"You went to San Diego this summer, finally made it to comic con. Home was okay, but mostly the usual hell. You brought back more than you took there, your citizenship must have worked out, gearing up toward a permanent move? Plus before you came back to London you traveled to Cardiff, went to a couple of conventions and tried to see Doctor Who filming with your writer friend from Cheffield."

"All correct as usual, thanks for saving me from the stories, most of them boring. Saw you on telly, in America would you believe it, love the hat." I smirk.

"It's not my hat, why does everyone love the hat?"

"Oh, come off, I'm just joking, How about a hug then, Mr. Cheekbones?' I reach forward and he reciprocates the hug, less awkward than usual.

"I smell soup. The group favorite from the chinese next door and chicken, kung pao I believe."

"You once again deduce correctly Sherlock. I hope you boys are hungry." We opened the food and started into light conversation, well light for Sherlock. "Alright boys there is one thing I definitely want to know about and I don't the boiled down version. I want the real one. Tell me about the pool."

"Well..." John starts.

"No," Sherlock interrupts.

"C'mon Sherlock you can't hide anything from me. I've already read John's blog, but I want the first hand story."

"No."

"Yes," John says, "We should tell her."

"And why should we do that?"

'Because she's our best friend and she deserves to know."

"All I really want to know is exactly how he escaped." I defend.

"Moriarty got a phone call."

"Yes, I read that, what do you mean he got a phone call?"

"A better offer," Sherlock answered back curtly, "He had changed his mind, came back and suddenly his phone rings. He screamed at the person on the line. He got a better offer."

"Do you think he'll ever come back?"

"Uh yes, he promised." with that Sherlock went silent.

"I'm sorry promised?"

"Basically told Sherlock that he would burn him."

"Burn him? How exactly?"

"We have absolutely no idea."

"Well that's re-assuring. Anyways boys, lovely to see you, I'll pop back later, but I've got class in the morning."

"Bye, Tristan, thanks for the dinner."

"Bye, John. No goodbye Sherlock?"

"Bye."

I hope you liked it.

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I know the writing style is not that good this chapter, but it will get better I promise.