This is a purely fictional story obviously and I do not own any of the characters, the rights go to the BBC. I have to admit writing this was hard because of how challenging it is to portray these particular characters but hopefully I have done them justice.

The plot line is simple enough but I've tried to give it some depth, I've attached a trailer to this but just in case it doesn't work, it's called 'A study in chemistry: Pondlock' and it's on youtube.

Sherlock meets a curious girl with red hair, Amelia Pond. Eventually they meet up again, a classic case of Skinny love until things go wrong. Years later she hears gunshots coming from an apartment on her way home from work as a kissogram. Her curiosity gets the better of her and she runs in to see the strange boy from the park, Sherlock.

In this AU, Mels isn't related to Amy because I thought it might wouldn't really work with my plot line and I wanted her to be in it more.

He's a cynical smart ass and she's a charismatic angel, naturally I love this paring. Sadly this OTP is lacking in fanfiction so I wanted to help fix that.

Please understand they won't be together straight away because that would be extremely out of character for Sherlock, so every time she makes him emotionally exposed he'll respond defensively. Also remember that Amy flirts with everyone, the girls actually flirted with herself before.

I do not appreciate being pressured into writing things so please be respectful of my writing and my schedule. If I am rushed then the chapter will be rubbish so I'll be doing it at my own pace.

There is a chance I'll end up putting some smut into this but I'll warn first for the benefit of the faint hearten. There will also be some strong language and mature themes.

I hope you enjoy this book.

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Sherlock sat on a park bench, reading a science textbook. He thought it was bad enough that he had been dragged from London to the tiny town of Leadworth for the summer but now his Mother was making him go outside. He tried to tell her that it didn't matter how pale he was or how good the fresh air would be for him but he ended up there anyway, unable to concentrate on the formulas.

He couldn't focus, it wasn't because of the noise of park dwellers. He was used to drowning out people talking, he had plenty of practice ignoring his brother Mycroft. It wasn't the annoying summer breeze, inconvenient ruffling the crisp pages of his book either. The teenage boy was trying to put his finger on it, what was disturbing him?

Sherlock heard a cough and looked up, he suddenly realised why he couldn't concentrate. He had attracted the unwanted attention of a young coppery red haired girl with fre, Sherlock estimated she was only nine or ten years old. She was clutching a drawing pad and was scribbling something with colouring pencils.

She was sitting on a bench across from him, looking up from her drawing and stared at him with huge curious eyes. Sherlock wasn't a social person to say the least, he didn't have any friends and in his opinion he didn't need any. His Mother did say to make friends but if Mycroft knew the only friend he made in Leadworth was a little girl four years younger than him then he'd never hear the end of it.

The redhead smiled at him, "Hi."

Her Scottish accent was prominent, He looked at her for a minute before replying, "Hello." He returned back to his book and started studying again, it was more of an attempt.

The girl didn't give up, "What are you reading?"

He sighed and lifted up the textbook and showing her the cover, he then returned to it but she didn't get the hint and kept trying to make friends with this strange boy. It wasn't common for new people to turn up in Leadworth, everyone knew everyone so this boy was practically alien.

"It's summer, why are you doing school work?" She asked, looking puzzled. Sherlock was about to reply with a snarky comment like he would have normally done until he realised she wasn't mocking him. He wasn't good with kids, or people to be honest so he was struggling.

"It's not school work," He mumbled, not giving any further information or explaining that he enjoyed learning. "Didn't your parents ever tell you not to talk to strangers?" He turned towards her.

"I don't have parents, I live with my aunt Sharon. I'm supposed to be at the clinic but my psychiatrist didn't show up, she's probably scared because I bit her last time."

This sparked Sherlock's interest, he put down the book and left it resting next to him on the bench next to him. He could tell when someone was lying and by the looks of it, this girl was telling the truth.

"Why did you bite your therapist?" Was the first thing he asked her, she seemed sane and if he found out why she bit her therapist then he could figure out why she was there and avoid unnecessary conversation.

"She told me he wasn't real," The girl answered innocently.

"Who? Who did she say wasn't real?" Sherlock asked her, seriously. She was a bit surprised he was taking her seriously, no one really did when she spoke about him, Rory pretended to but she knew he did really believe her.

"My raggedy Doctor, everyone says he's just my imaginary friend but he's real," She stared at her small feet, "Do you believe me?"

Sherlock didn't know what to do, he knew most children have imaginary friends but she seemed so certain. He looked at her, he was practicing his deducting skills but he eventually came to the conclusion that she just had one of those faces. A face that will make anyone believe anything.

"I don't know." He told her truthfully, Sherlock was a good liar. He could have said yes and encouraged her or he could have even said no hoping it would help her get over it. For some reason he didn't want to lie to this girl, he didn't even know her name.

She nodded, glad he had told her the truth instead of patronizing her like everyone else. She went back to her drawing, concentrating more this time. "Why do you like science?" She asked, still colouring in.

"Why don't you?" He questioned her, it was obvious she didn't like science, her tone of voice gave it away.

"It's hard for ten year olds," She replied, she put her pencil down and stared at him as if he was stupid. That didn't happen to Sherlock often.

"I was brilliant at science when I was ten," He boasted, she rolled her eyes making him aware that he was boasting to a ten year old. His cheeks turned slightly pink before remembering her opinion shouldn't matter to him.

"I could show you how to do some equations," He offered, trying to recover from the boasting, "If you want."

She giggled slightly and ripped a piece of paper out of her drawing book and gave it to him with a pencil, "Write down your phone number and if I ever need help with science, I can phone you."

Sherlock took the piece of paper and scribbled down his telephone number, "If someone else answers, tell them to get me," He said handing it back to her, silently praying it wouldn't be Mycroft who picks up the phone.

The girl went to say something when a small boy with a mop of light brown hair ran up to them, looking at Sherlock unsure of how to react to this stranger. "You said we were playing hide and seek. Why are you not hiding?" The boy whined.

She sighed, "Sorry, Rory, It was an accident but it won't happen again." She said it like clockwork, making Sherlock snigger at how naive Rory was when he just believed her.

Amelia grinned at him before picking up her book and pencils and standing up, "I'm Amelia Pond."

"Sherlock Holmes," He said shaking her hand, she gave him a warm smile. Sherlock smiled back at her for the first time, her smile was contagious because as he had already deducted, she just had one of those faces.

He checked his watch at it was already four o'clock, he had left his house at three o'clock and his Mother told him he had to do out for an hour instead of being cooped up in his room all day. "I should get home. Goodbye, Amelia," He started walking home, he hated goodbyes, even small ones.

"Wait," She shouted after him, running with a piece of paper in her hand. Sherlock stopped walking and turned round to see Amelia standing there, holding out the piece of paper for him. He took it hesitantly, he had never been in this situation before, Amelia was kind to him even after he had been himself.

"Bye, Sherlock." She smiled and put her small arms around him, embracing him. He had personal space issues but didn't bother saying anything, he just patted her back awkwardly.

He didn't unfold the piece of paper until he was a street away and Amelia had ran back to Rory, he smiled when he saw what was on the paper. It was a drawing of him on that park bench and Amelia was there too, he had never gotten anything like this. He had a vague memory of him giving Mycroft a drawing at age five, he sneered at it and probably threw it out.

Amelia watched him walk away, smiling to herself. "Come on, we need to find Mels," Rory said, pulling on her cardigan sleeve.

Amy felt a tinge of guilt, she didn't want to tell Rory that Mels had stopped playing an hour ago so she agreed with him. Hoping she'd have to go home before Rory caught on, they'd see Mels the next day anyway. She saw something catch her eye on the bench where her new friend Sherlock sat, it lay there on the rock solid bench. His science book.

She picked up the book and skimmed through it, seeing all the handwritten notes Sherlock had made about the work. Her small hands picked up the book, ready to go after the strange boy until she remembered she had no idea where he was or what way he went. Amy grinned as she realised she had an excuse to see Sherlock again, all she had to do was call.

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First chapter ah! I'm kind of nervous about posting this so I'd really appreciate your opinion in it, how did I do? Sorry it took so long, I wasn't sure about this but oh well.