Authoress' Note: This is AU! I think this is a one shot.....oh nevermind... I was just joking around...
Let There Be Books
Disclaimer: I do not own the story nor characters, suggesting so would result in either: a lawsuit or a very bad scar. I cannot own characters that I did not create can I?
Mary Russell, age of 17, thank you very much, stacked the Historical recordings of Louis XV away triumphantly, not aware of the shadows behind her. After that long battle against the darned Dewey decimal system, she starts looking around, trying to spot some books unshelved. Finding nothing, and feeling content that she had done all her work, she quickly grabbed a theology book and hid in a isolated part in the library.
Not that it did her any good.
A clearing of a throat startled her.
It was a very unique type of "Ah-hem" not really attention grabbing, but more likely to be called annoying.
"Yes? How may I help you?" Cheerful, attendance voice now... at least until this person annoys me, thought the girl. And she turned her head towards where the voice was heard.
That was how her eyes turned towards her future husband to be.
But of course, she doesn't know that.
What she saw were grey, sharp, and calculating eyes. Yet, she saw undeniable warmth in those eyes. She knew she was not going to look away, but had no idea that the owner of the eyes would also do so. It was a battle of concentration.
Until, that same unignorable voice "ah-hem-ed" again.
She turned away from the very absorbing eyes and towards a plump figure. "What? er....do you need, I mean?"
Watson was nonplussed by her reaction. That does not mean that twenty six year old Sherlock Holmes, wasn't. Since she broke eye contact first, he engaged into what needed to be done. And that is to find information.
"Actually young lady..." Holmes started to speak.
"Young lady? And how old are you, Grandpere?" This was interesting, yet annoying to the indeed young Mary Russell.
Something flared in his eyes that Russell did not yet understand. "Actually young lady," he continued ignoring her, "I need to know if you have seen this volume of a particular series here." He held up a photograph with one hand.
She examined it with much precision, well with as much as she could, since there were mud stains, dirt, and apparently some sort of body liquid covering the book. Suspicious.
"I'm sorry," she tried the librarian posture, and the cool tone, "I'm afraid that I have not seen this book before." At least until I find out what you need it for...
"Very well then. We appreciate your...help." And with a nod Sherlock Holmes and Watson walked out the library doors.
Note: This is a note, from the authoress. So what do you guys think? Okay or not? Please review....
Next chapter: Mary Russell attempts to follow Mr. Holmes.