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The Thorn in Your Side
Chapter 1. We Come in Pairs
I have found the human I need to protect. He is an ex-army doctor. John Hamish Watson. He doesn't suspect my presence. He is the perfect attempt – he finds his life uneventful and wonders who might want to hang out with him.
Just like me.
My name is Sherlock and I am an angel.
So far he thinks everything I do is either due to exhaustion or some sort of psychological disorder.
I cannot wait until I show myself.
How will he react, I wonder?
I follow him outside and onto the pavement. I am floating a few feet behind him; some people walk through me and shiver. I'm cold to humans, so I have understood. I have been told I am heartless. Perhaps this is the reason why…
As I observe John making his way down the street, another celestial being steps beside me. He's wearing a dinner jacket with a tie with a skull motif.
No.
He's something else.
He's dangerous.
I can feel it emanating from him. His folded wings are scorched, the feathers darkened. He looks as fragile as evil. Quite the antithesis. All my senses are alarmed. I stiffen – if possible.
'Quite the chap you've found there,' he said, looking at my human with a nasty smile. 'I bet you like him.'
'What would you know of it?' I ask through my teeth.
'Cool down. I'm not here to hurt anyone. I just felt you and decided a lil' chat was in order… Great minds think alike.'
I shoot him a dark look. He chuckles.
'Oh, you're exciting! I like that. Plus,' he says, pointing at my wings. 'I'm sure you understand what I mean.'
I scoff and start flying away. I need to get away from this black-haired demon. Moreover, it is time for introductions.
'If you ever need advice or fun, seek me out. I'm Jim, by the way,' he told me telepathically.
'I'm Sherlock.'
It was stronger than me. I had to tell him my name.
But why?
I couldn't possibly be shaken. After all, he was only a fallen angel… He used to be like me. And this single horrifying thought makes me uncomfortable.
What is it like? To be denied entrance to paradise? To live free on Earth? To become a monstrosity?
This was the one thing I didn't want to know.
Pushing these thoughts away from my soul, I straighten up and I fly in front of John Watson.
It is time.
