This is a series of one-shots about how Rose may have found a way into Sherlock's heart over time without him realizing it. Not sure if it's going to develop into a more extended sequel or not.
In this series Sherlock exists on Pete's World.
This first one-shot happens during A Study In Pink.
There are moment. Defining moments that change everything. Moments that can impact a life so dramatically that they change someone. Then there are the more inconsequential moments. Ones that change another slowly. One moment at a time until they have changed without realizing it. This is a collection of Rose/Sherlock one-shots and how they might have changed him.
Rose trudged home. It was late, dark and she knew she ought to take a cab, knew how dangerous it was, especially the part of town she was in, but she needed a walk. She would probably find a cab eventually.
She sighed. She felt lost…alone…as if she didn't fit in. Part of her wished her dad hadn't shown up when he did. That she'd been sucked into the Void. Then maybe she wouldn't have to feel like this. Feel like her heart was ripped from her chest. She didn't even get a chance to tell him.
Noise to her right drew her attention. Her eyes fell on the skip. There was something inside of it…something alive. Her heart sped up as images raced through her mind. Cybermen, Daleks, Slitheen…then a head popped up. A man with dark curls of hair, dressed in long dark coat, blue scarf, and white button down shirt.
Sherlock glanced at the woman. Blonde hair, black trousers, pink shirt, black jacket, trainers. She was inconsequential. He glanced around the inside of the skip. The pink case wasn't there. He growled in frustration. Third skip he searched. It had to be somewhere.
"All right there, mate?" she asked.
He seemed to be looking for something, probably something his girlfriend threw out. She remembered Mickey accidentally tossing something of hers out once.
"Yes, fine," he dismissed, not even glancing at her as he climbed out of the skip.
She shrugged and continued down the alley. Sherlock watched her a moment, curious as to why she didn't ask what he was doing. Most people would. His curiosity was short lived though, his mind turning back to the problem at hand. A pink case he needed to find if he was to solve the serial murders. He turned the other way and headed out of the alley.
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