Everyone always assumed that Sherlock was alone. They thought he couldn't know a thing about love, or women, or family. But you know that's not entirely the truth. There was this girl and she didn't have much, but the one thing she did have was the key to Sherlock Holmes's heart. The sad thing is; she had to leave taking his heart and the key with her. In the end Sherlock always blamed Mycroft for her departure; they'd locked her away in a mental institute claiming that she was beyond help. Sherlock knew the truth though, despite all Mycroft said. She knew things, lots of things and those things were driving her mad. And to make matters worse, Sherlock was the one to allow her access to those things.
John was in the kitchen making tea. "John I'm going out!" Sherlock finally decided. He had to see her, it had been awhile anyway. Before John could even respond Sherlock was out the door, down the stairs and at the street hailing a cab.
When Sherlock opened the cab door he informed the cabby that he wished to be taken to Saint Michael's hospital. As the cab pulled away from Baker Street Sherlock glanced out the window watching as the buildings passed by. He was too caught up in his own train of thought to care to deduce anything about the people walking by. The cab pulled up to a small Psychiatric Hospital, and Sherlock got out he paid the man before he slammed the door.
He walked inside the hospital and went straight to the front desk. A young man was sitting the typing away at the computer, he was an intern. "What can I do for you sir?" He asked looking up at Sherlock with a almost blank look.
"I'm here to see Evangeline Myers." Sherlock stated in a abrasive tone, irritated with the time it took the man to look up.
"Can I get a name-" He was cut off by an older woman.
" Mr. Holmes, it's good to see you. Ms Myers has been asking to see you for quite awhile now." The elderly woman said kindly.
"Is she doing alright?" Sherlock asked, the woman smiled at him.
"Oh she's fine, much better actually." The woman told him as they walked down a long corridor to Evangeline's privet hall. They rounded the corner; a medium sized oak door came into view.
The old lady walked up to the door and knocked slowly on the door. A small sweet voice called from the other side. "Come in." The woman opened the door for Sherlock, he stepped into the room.
Looking around he noticed that the room was remarkably well kept, there were a few notebooks stacked up by a white couch. A purple blanket was folded and sitting on the edge of the couch. There were a few painting hung on the wall, all Evangeline's work. And then sitting on a white leather reading chair, with her blonde hair tied up in a knot on the top of her head, and with a black book in her hand was none other than Evangeline.
"Sherlock." She smiled at him and placed her book down, before standing up and walking over to where he still stood in the doorway. Evangeline wrapped her arms around Sherlock shoulders; he placed one hand on the small of her cotton covered back.
"Angela." He cooed softly.
When she let go of him, she had made him follow her into her chambers a little further. "What are you doing here Locke? It's Tuesday, you never come see me on Tuesday's. And besides you haven't visited in a while." Angela asked, tilting her head to the side a little in confusion. She took her seat back on the chair and folder her legs under her sitting Indian style.
"I've been working cases, there was never time. I'm sorry." He told her, taking a seat on the couch cushion closest to her. Her eyes shown with excitement at what he told her.
"Cases? Tell my about them, oh please Locke." Angela gave him a cheerful smile; she beamed merrily at him giving him a pleading look hoping that he would tell her of all his adventures.
So he did, the two sat there for hours he told her everything. About his new roommate, there first case, several smaller cases they been on, and about the bank case. Angela gave her own input about what she thought, she was happy he wasn't by his-self in that flat. When he fished with his stories, she told him everything that was happening in the hospital. About the new patient, who seemed way to odd for her likings. Neither realized that they had spent the remainder of the night and a few hours of the morning talking until the nurse walked in with Angela's breakfast. Sherlock excused himself after that and walked out with the nurse.
When the two were half way down the hallway, she turned and faced him. Her withered face was filled with humility and he could see knowledge in her light blue eyes. "I think it would be a good idea." She told him, as if she was aware of what he had been thinking.
"And what is that Mrs. Fairfax?" Sherlock questioned, curious to what the elderly woman was implying.
"I think it be good for your wife to return living with you. She truly is much better now." Sherlock had been considering moving her back into the flat with him. He deduced that she was better now, that she her control had returned.
"Mrs. Fairfax, you are well aware that Ms. Myers is not my spouse." Sherlock stated at the woman, she laughed.
"I've known the two of you long enough dear to know that you two eloped nearly 5 years ago. Just because I'm old dear doesn't mean incompetent." She smiled at him. The corners of his mouth turned up, in a light smile. This woman was such an interesting person; she never ceased to amaze him. He left shortly after that contemplating his next move.
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Sherlock did not return home after leaving he made his way actually to a small coffee shop on the edge of London. Mycroft Holmes strode into the shop; he glanced at Sherlock curiously before walking over to him. "You hate this place, what do I owe to this visit? I assume you knew this was my normal stop on Wednesdays to get coffee." Mycroft said looking down at his little brother.
"I'm removing Evangeline from medical care, she will be moving in with me at Baker Street. It's not hard to figure out that this is your local stop on more than just Wednesdays." Mycroft raised a brow at him, before sighing.
"Do what you like, Sherlock." Mycroft stated, uninterested.
Sherlock stood, and he left.
XOXOX
Just an idea I had. The story will move kind of slow at first, there will be cases but they won't be in detail until we get to "The Great Game". The first few chapters take place between "A Study in Pink" and "The Blind Banker". I have always assumed that Sherlock and John had more cases in between those two Episodes. TBB won't be in detail, since my character will not have direct involvement in the case. TGG is another story. So stay in tune to find out what's going to happen.
Also this story is a already established relationship between Sherlock and Evangeline. Their back story will be included throughout the different chapters in forms of memories or flashbacks(same-thing) so just stay with me and I'm sure you will enjoy this.
More about what's wrong with Evangeline will come later on. She's somewhat better at this point, but we will see what happens.
I only own my OC, and this story idea.
Sherlock belongs (sadly) the Steven Moffat and Mark Gattiss.
Sincerely,
LaRae