A/N: Hey all! OK, FYI, I own nothing except the plot, Anand and Maia. Holmes and Watson, much to my misery, are the true property of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, a fantastic author, whose works I have admired ever since I have read them. austenfan1990 – I salute you, mate! Your works could rival his, and that says something! So could AerynFire's! OK, enough with this stuff. On with the show!
To Sherlock Holmes she is always his Maia. I have seldom heard him mention her under any other title. In his eyes she eclipses and predominates the whole of her sex. He never felt any emotion akin to love for women, until he met her. All emotions, and that one particularly, were abhorrent to his cold, precise, but admirably balanced mind. He was, I feel, the most perfect reasoning and observing machine that the world has seen; but, as a lover, he would have been in utter confusion. He never spoke of the softer passions, save with a cruel remark and a sneer. They were admirable things for the observer -- excellent for drawing the veil from men's motives and actions. But for the trained reasoner to admit such intrusions into his own delicate and finely adjusted temperament was to introduce a distracting factor which might throw a doubt upon all his mental results. Grit in a sensitive instrument, or a crack in one of his high-power lenses, would not be more disturbing than a strong emotion in a nature such as his. And yet there was but one woman for him, and that woman was the beautiful Maia Sharma, of excellent memory, sound logic, wonderful observation, incredible intelligence and hypnotic dark chocolate eyes…
A/N: OK, I desperately need reviews before I put up the next chapter…no worries, folks, the story is already finished…I just need reviews lol.