Hey everyone! Welcome to my third story! I'm sorry it's so short but I'm hoping that this story will be interesting enough that it does well. Here's to hoping! Set in BBC Sherlock. Disclaimer: I own nothing!
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I would tell you that being in love was something wonderful to experience, but then I would be lying to you, because it is not at all wonderful when you are in love with Sherlock Holmes. I would love to say that we met by chance and automatically knew we were meant to be, yet again, that would be lying to you.
My mother, Patricia Newheart, was a friend to Mr. and Mrs. Holmes. I guess they were close, seeing as how my mother had helped name their son when he was born. My mother was really good at giving names to people and things that really defined them. Five years later, I was born and like my mother was there for Mrs. Holmes, Mrs. Holmes was there for my mother. My mother was at a loss for what to name me. My father would have liked to have named me Jessica, but my mother hated that name, and seeing as how my father was dead, so was that idea. Mrs. Holmes suggested that I be named Hannah, but that was my mother's middle name and she didn't wish to pass it on. Turns out my eyes shown like blue colored crystals and being new to the world, my mother thought it clever to put them together. I would have thought she could have named me something better than Crystal Newheart, but such is life.
So as most childhood friend love stories start, mine started with Sherlock protecting me in his own way. Unknowingly and heartlessly. My aunt once told me that Sherlock did not happen to think that my name was very clever and that I should at least be named something less breakable. My mother however, thought my name suited me.
I was five when I remember my first meeting with Sherlock Holmes as my official friend. I was outside on my swing set when his mother came over to visit my mother. He was uninterested in their affairs so he came to intrude into mine. I would say I was swinging and having a good time when he walked out from between the open sliding glass doors, but that would lying to you. I was sulking to be honest. I was to start school in in the fall and I honestly did not want to leave my mother alone in the house all day because I did not at all know what "I am going to work" really meant.
He strode over and stood in front of me, and there he stood quietly, till I had gotten angered by his constant, never blinking stare.
"Go away." I said angrily as I looked up at him.
"That would make you happy wouldn't it?"
"Yes it would."
"Then no." he said as he took a seat in the empty swing next to me.
We said nothing for a good hour or so when he suddenly started to swing. I looked at him slightly confused and annoyed. How dare he have fun at a time like this? He must have read my mind because he smiled at me.
"Your mother will be fine when you go off to school. She'll come pick you up and you guys will eat dinner and do your homework together. Like nothing ever happened."
I returned my gaze to the ground and thought about it for a moment. I smiled and looked at him.
"You know what? You're right!"
"Of course I am."
I started swinging with him and for once, I actually felt happy. It wasn't long after that that Sherlock's mother called his name for them to leave. He ruffled up my hair when I stopped swinging and stood beside him.
"Does this mean we are friends now?" I asked as he started to walk away.
"Obviously." He replied as he walked back into the house.
I grinned ear to ear and sat back down on my swing. That was the day Sherlock Holmes gained his first friend and I gained a best friend.
Kindergarten started off hard for me but, just as Sherlock had said, my mother was fine at the end of every day. My first summer off from school was a letdown. My mother worked every day and I had not yet been told what it was my mother did for a living, but it always wore her out. Once the summer started my mother had to find a place for me to spend the day and day care was out of the question seeing as how we lived in a small house and apparently all of our money went to the bills. Mrs. Holmes had come by with her son yet again this weekend to celebrate my first summer vacation. I was all but annoyed when she showed up. That was until I saw Sherlock behind her. He walked in, taking off his shoes in the process, and walked right outside. My mother shooed me off after him while she talked to his mother.
I did as I was told and went outside to find Sherlock sitting under the big oak tree. It had grown in the corner of the yard so most of the yard was shaded. I walked over to him and sat as close to him as he would let me. He was reading a rather large book. I had a fifth grade reading level and considered myself fairly smart, however, the book he was reading made me feel like the kid I was. The letters were so small that I could have sworn they had just made lines on paper and called it a book. At some point Sherlock had noticed my confusion and he smiled at me.
"Some things are better left to those who are older." He chuckled.
"I would argue with you on how I am old enough read that but it looks like a bunch of lines to me."
I looked up at him. Sherlock closed his book and placed it on his other side.
"I'm sure it does to someone like you."
I frowned at him.
"You're mean Sherlock."
"I am aware of this."
I giggled a little when admitted he was mean. I never would have thought he would agree with me.
"You don't have to put your book down you know. I'll just take a nap while you read."
I leaned my head against the tree.
"You sure about that?"
He picked the book back up.
I nodded as he opened it again. I was bored after about an hour of watching him read so I began to fall asleep and before I knew it, I was watching eyelid theatre. I have no idea how long it was that I slept but when I woke up, I was leaning on Sherlock's shoulder and his head was leaning back onto my head. A smile ran across my face as I looked up at him. As I looked at the glass doors I noticed that our mothers had gathered around it to watch us as we slept. I waved at them and they waved back.
Mrs. Holmes motioned for me to come to the door. I made sure not to wake Sherlock as I got up and went to them. She opened the door as my mother walked away.
"How would you like to spend every day this summer with Sherlock?"
I stared at Mrs. Holmes, shocked at the question, so it took me a moment to smile at her.
"I would love that very much Mrs. Holmes."
"Good. He'll be your babysitter till you're in high school ok?"
I nodded to her question as an answer. She smiled and then kissed the top of my head. I smiled and I walked away as she closed the door. I got on the swing and started swinging. I couldn't be happier. Sherlock woke up not too long after that. He laughed as I tried to jump out of the swing and land without falling, but I wound up planting my face in the grass anyway. I laughed with him when the pain in my nose went away.
"You thirsty?"
He got up and walked over to me. I smiled.
"Yes."
I sat up quickly when he offered his hand to me.
"Water it is then."
I took it and he helped me up. He shook his head at me as he walked to door.
"I don't want water."
I made a face at him.
"Too bad."
Sherlock slid the glass doors open and walked in.
Every day that summer went pretty much like that. The next summer was different. We spent the whole summer together at his house. It was on the edge of town and was a two-story brick home. It was so fancy on the inside that they had marble tile as well as marble kitchen counters. It was basically a mansion but it was small. It was that summer Sherlock decided to pull me in on his detective work. His idea of fun was most definitely not my idea of fun. Scavenger hunts were fun to do on the occasion, but every day there was something new to find in a new hiding place. This was starting to get old for me.
It was around the beginning of the third week that I decided to protest against his insane obsession with finding things and solving the reason as to why they were either like they were or why they were broken. We were outside in the woods somewhere, headed in no particular direction, looking for god knows what, when I sat on a log and refused to budge.
"Tired already?"
"I refuse to do this anymore Holmes."
"I highly doubt you have any other choice."
"Then I'll stay here or go back to the house."
"Do you know the way back?"
"That way."
I pointed in a random direction behind us.
"Get lost then." Sherlock stated as he stood up from the ground where he was studying an animal's footprint. I whined as he made his way over to me.
"Let's go. It's getting dark and I would rather not get lost because I cannot see three feet in front of me."
Sherlock grabbed my hand. I stood as he practically dragged me off my log. He led us home in no time at all. He was quiet the rest of the evening and so I went home thinking I had in some way angered him. He never asked me to join in on his adventures ever again.
The rest of those early years are a blur to me. If you were to ask me what happened after that particular Monday, I would tell you that I for some reason cannot recall what all went on in my life until I entered high school. I was later told that this was due to a car crash my mother and I had gotten into. She slipped into a coma so Mr. and Mrs. Holmes took me in. I couldn't remember who they were, but I trusted them, and they packed our little house up and moved it all into the three spare bedrooms on the second floor of their house. I got to know the Holmes family all over again.
Hope you guys liked it! :3 I'm not so sure if this will interest very many people but here's to hoping.
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