CHAPTER TWO
I woke up to the sun shining on my face, which made me squint. I dragged myself out of bed, got dressed, put on some light make-up and went into the kitchen. "Good morning Amelia!" smiled, John who was reading a news paper and drinking something. "Is that coffee?" I asked, excitedly. "No, It's tea. Why?" John laughed, holding his mug up. "Why are you using a mug then?" I stared at his mug, wondering why he was drinking tea from it. He just shrugged then took a sip. "I think I'm going to go down to Speedy's and get a cup of coffee? Okay?" I said, grabbing my jacket. "Mind if I join you?" asked a voice from behind me. It was Sherlock, thank god. He did scare me! "Sure, why not?" I smiled, holding the door for him. "Thank you." he smiled, walking beside me. "So, you're his foster sister?" he asked, taking a drink of his chamomile tea. "Yeah, his parents allowed me to live with them for the time being, as a kid. Then John and I became close like brother and sister. And well, here I am!" I laughed, taking a small sip of my coffee with creamer. He looked down and then back up at me. "That was nice of them." he simply commented after a while. "You know, not to alarm you, but you have a lovely voice." I smiled, trying to change the subject. "Thank you, I guess." he mumbled. "Oh and I'm sorry about your violin." I continued. He looked at me confused and then smiled. "What happened to my violin?" he laughed, leaning closer to me from across the table. "Oh! Well, it broke. When I say broke I mean someone broke it." I said, taking a sip of coffee. "But how?" He protested. "Simple, why would you buy a new violin if the other one was still good? Obviously, the violin you have right now isn't brand new, but not your original one. That must mean that something happened to it. More than likely it broke, because I don't think someone would take it, as long as you were holding it and you wouldn't 'lose' a violin they're too big to not notice them. So, something happened to your old one." He grinned, and grabbed my wrist taking me back to the apartment. Then, he told me to sit down on the couch. So I did. He grabbed his violin, and began playing. "What is this?" he asked, still smiling. He played a part of a song and I answered. "Fur Elise. Easy." I laughed, smiling back at him. We got lost like that for a while, apparently until John got home. Which wasn't too far from when we arrived. "What happened?" John asked, walking into the living room. I smiled a small smile at Sherlock and turned to John. "Nothing, Sherlock was just testing my violin skills." I laughed, looking back at Sherlock. He shrugged and smirked, then asked what took John so long. "Well, I had a, um, 'problem' with a machine." John answered, standing in front of Sherlock and I. I snorted. "You had a problem, wi-with a machine?" I asked trying not to laugh. "Yes." he replied, flopping down into his chair. "Sherlock, um, I need to-" John started, being interrupted by Sherlock. "I need to go to the bank." Sherlock announced, jumping out of his chair and putting his jacket on. "Are you coming Amelia?" John asked, grabbing his coat. "I guess?" I replied, pulling my coat over my shoulders. When we got into the cab, I got a text.
Nice coat.-JM
"What?" I mumbled, loud enough for Sherlock and John to hear. "What is it?" they asked at the same time. "Just a text. From-" I was interrupted by my phone again.
Don't tell them about me.-JM
Why shouldn't I?-AJ
If you don't want to have a problem with me, then don't-JM
"From a friend." I smiled, putting my phone away.
Thank you, you're very reliable aren't you?-JM
I rolled my eyes, already annoyed with this 'JM' person.
Don't roll your eyes, I know you're curious.-JM
What? How the hell could he see me? I was in a black cab, with BLACK windows.
How can you see me?-AJ
I texted, hoping for them not to reply. But no one liked me today and decided to piss me off.
That's our little secret, dear.-JM
Ugh. Now it's just creepy. I turned off my phone, and we all got out of the cab. Sherlock paid for our ride. Although my mysterious messenger was creepy, I found my self curious to know who it was. And how did he get my number. I'll ask him.
How did you get my number?-AJ
I didn't get a reply for a long time after that. We met up with a man, I can't quite remember his name...Sebastian Wilkes! Yes. An old University 'friend' of Sherlock's. "We have a problem, and I thought you could help." Sebastian said, his hands enveloped in each other. "What is it?" I asked anxiously, wanting to help. "A murder, oh I know! A gang! Maybe a-" John gave me a look to shut up, and so slowly, I looked down at my phone.
Bored love?-JM
Unbelievably.-AJ
That's what I thought. How about you pay me a visit?-JM
With some stranger? I don't think so, you might kill me.-AJ
But I might not.-JM
Fair point.-AJ
Meet me on Baker Street 221B?-JM
Sure.-AJ
"Well boys, I have a friend to go meet. Bye!" I smiled, exiting the room. "What-" John started, but I cut him off. "No time!" I shouted, running down a corridor.
I finally made it to 221B Baker Street, after having to call three cabs. Because no one would stop. I approached a man, he was smaller than Sherlock, but taller than John. He had on a black suit, a navy blue tie with little skulls on it, and a smirk on his face. "Quite fancy, eh?" I smiled, walking to him. "This is fancy? Honey, this is my casual." he joked, speaking in an Irish accent. Ooh, Irish, I like, I like. I thought to myself, looking around me.
"So miss Jackson, you're John Watson's foster sister, eh?" he asked me, after a while of walking around London. "Yeah, I'm supposed to be adopted soon. After 17 years." I laughed, nervously. He had his hands in his pockets and so did I. "Say, how did you get my number?" I brought up, referring to the earlier question. "Oh let's just say, an old university friend of mine." he smirked, pulling a small piece of paper out of his pocket. It had my number written on it! "You're like a magician!" I laughed, jumping up and down like a little kid. I wrapped my arm around his, and he took me back home. But by a car, not walking. We pulled up to the apartment, and I kissed him on the cheek goodbye. I thanked him too, then went inside. "Hello boys!" I smiled, happily, running up the stairs and into the living room. "Ah, hello Amelia." John smiled back, reading his newspaper. "Why are you so happy dear?" asked Mrs. Hudson, from the kitchen. "Just a crazy little thing called love." I shrugged, walking over to Mrs. Hudson. I was referring to the 80's, I think, song. "Ooh! Amelia, has a boyfriend." Mrs. Hudson laughed along, pouring a cup of tea. "With who?" I heard John ask, worriedly. "A boy, John." I replied, smiling. "No, what's his name?" he asked again, angrily. "Um-" I paused, looking down onto my phone which was buzzing.
Just say my name, and you're done.-JM
I would never.-AJ
Good. Thank you, the name's John Smith. ;)-JM
Your secret is safe with me, Mr. Smith.-AJ
I knew I could count on you.-JM
Ciao.-JM
"John." I replied, smirking. "What? John? Th-Amelia that's my name!" he said, angrily. "There are lot's of Johns out there, right Mrs. Hudson?" I asked, laughing. "Oh I'm not married dear. It's Ms. Hudson." she said, half serious, laughing. "Sorry, Ms. Hudson." I apologized, taking a sip of tea. "No problem sweetie." Ms. Hudson replied. John let out a frustrated sigh and went to his bedroom. I rolled my eyes and went to my computer. "Before you say anything, yes Sherlock this is my computer." I laughed, seeing Sherlock's eyes shoot open. "No, not that, what are you doing?" he asked, his hands still in praying position. "Oh, I write. When I get the chance." I said, confused. He jumped up and walked over to me. He was now standing behind me, watching me type. "What type of story are you writing?" he asked, confused. I rolled my eyes. "Why don't you read what I have so far?" I commented, handing the computer to him. Then he read aloud:
Living with a Sociopath
Yes, it's different. Very different. He is wonderful, very interesting too. He is very wise, (I think so), and can amaze people with one word. I somehow managed to meet this man, Sherlock Holmes. And I'm proud to live with him. This, of course is just the introduction, so follow me through this adventure with Dr. John H. Watson and Sherlock Holmes.-Amelia Jackson.
"That's it?" he asked, a silly look on his face. "How dull." he continued. That kind of hurt. He gave me my computer back, and I shut it immediately, blushing. How could he say that? I mean, it's just the introduction. Yes, a bit dull, but I tried. And I'm not finished yet. Sherlock flopped back down onto the couch, turning towards the wall. I got up, turned off the television, which had Doctor Who playing, and went into John's room.
"John, Sherlock stole my bed." I said, shaking John awake.
He blinked slowly, then shot up, knocking me over.
"Amelia! I'm so sorry! You know I have PTSD!" he said, helping me up.
"Sorry John, but did you hear me?" I repeated, rubbing my head.
"No. What was it?" he asked, looking confused.
"Sherlock stole the couch." I said, sitting on the floor.
"Oh." John said, trying not to laugh.
"Go sleep with him?" he suggested, laughing.
"Okay." I said, getting up to leave the room.
"Wait! No not really!" said John, seriously.
But it was too late, I was already tapping Sherlock's shoulder.
"Sherlock...Sherlock..." I whispered, tapping him.
"I'm not asleep." he said, turning over.
I nodded awkwardly.
"Can I sleep with you?" I asked, smiling.
He looked stunned, then replied,
"Sure."
Then he scooted over, not much room, but luckily I was skinny.
There was an awkward silence, then I kissed his cheek goodnight. Turning over, facing the kitchen, I heard Sherlock hum a very quiet, "Goodnight Amelia." I woke up in the middle of the night. It was three in the morning. I felt something around my waist. It was Sherlock's arm. His arm was wrapped in a tight embrace around me. I smiled. Liking the feeling of his protection around me.
