This is another test run as to what people think of my character Aislynn. Some have already asked for a full story. Your pleas will not go unanswered, but I want to make sure they really want that so he's another bit between Sherlock and Aislynn, less hostile. Aislynn is mine, Sherlock belongs to BBC and Conan Doyle.

A hot day in Britain calls for a nice trip to the beach. But instead of soaking the midday sun in comfort and relaxation, Aislynn O'Kelly walked alongside Sherlock Holmes on the shore line, the sun setting over the sparkling water. What was bothering her was the oddity of it. Sherlock isn't much of a man to take long walks on the beach, at least as far as she knew about him. The other side of the oddity was the silence. Sherlock was talkative, whether showing off or sorting out a case. Sure, there were times he was unbearably silent but this was worse than one of those. It was almost awkward, but not quite to that point.

She kept glancing at him, as if waiting for him to do something. But he kept walking silently, staring ahead and not looking at her. She wondered if it was something she had done.

"Sherlock, why are we here? Is this one of your experiments?" She asked.

"No." He said, finally glancing at her. "I just thought we could go to a beach. It's all rather boring to me but I assumed you would like it."

"Me? I mean, yeah, sure, I like it. But why?" When he didn't answer she began to study him.

Sherlock immediately didn't like that. He didn't want her to know anything about him or his intentions, and as immediate defense he pushed her into the water.

When she emerged, she spat out a stream of water and glared at Sherlock, who snorted and smirked at her. With an evil grin, she grabbed his ankle and literally dragged him in with her, shoving him into the water. When he returned to the surface, his curls were matted to his head and dripping.

The two shared deadly glares, then soon gave in to light-hearted chuckles. Their inner childish souls seemed to sprout out from the water as they splashed and kicked at each other, laughing and shrieking; mostly Aislynn, but Sherlock shared a few smiles.

Once the two had calmed down they looked straight at each other. Their blue eyes didn't move away from the others. These were the eyes of two humans who could tear apart another human with one look and know their life story, yet amongst each other could read nothing in those eyes. Those eyes that hid all emotions for reasons of the beholders' own.

Many would say that time seems to slow around you when you stare into another's eyes. For Aislynn, it seemed the opposite. The sun was setting sooner. The waves of the salty water pushed against her harder. She felt herself and Sherlock getting closer. Her heart beat faster. The water became warmer.

Then it all stopped. Because he stopped. His jaw and lips were tight and he almost began to stare at her with hatred, until finally he turned away. "I'll take you home." He muttered lowly before wading out of the water.

Aislynn blinked in shock before the world around her seemed to slowly fade back to reality. Even on a hot day like today, his ice heart will never melt. Not for her, not for anyone. With a small sigh, she staggered to her feet and strode out of the water, finding her towel in the hot sand and drying herself off enough so she could sit in a taxi comfortably.

And as Sherlock followed her through the sand up to the main road, he glanced at her slyly once in a while, and a half-smile would sometimes appear. But only when he thought she wasn't looking…