AN: I hope you guys liked the first part of the story. Please feel free to tell me if I'm completely killing Sherlock or John because I think it can easily happen no matter how hard try to prevent it from happening. I own nothing of Sherlock or anything that I write about.
Eliza couldn't stand the silence any longer. IT turns out the two sisters don't talk. At all. At least not around each other. In big house with no noise Eliza was amazed she made it two days without crawling out from under the rock and back into society. She left rather quickly and Hillary said they'd meet up at the coffee shop down the road in twenty minutes. Eliza needed her coffee high now and not later, so she jumped in the line ordered the strongest coffee with as much sugar as she could find. Heading out the door, Eliza was ready to search what little of the big city she could while she was alone. Suddenly a sharp, hot pain covered Eliza's front. Someone ran into her causing the coffee to explode on them both.
"WATCH IT!" Eliza shrieked hoping she didn't have third degree burns.
"I am so sorry." A familiar voice said with a kind British accent said. Eliza didn't need to look up to see John Watson soaked in the other half of her coffee. "You…aren't you the girl that ran into our house?" He said with a curious look and a finger point.
"Well I didn't run in and yes. I believe you I was a ghost or something." Eliza said raking her hair in and out of her face to hide the blush that slowly came.
"I asked well I tried to ask if you wanted a coffee sometime, and you cut me off." John said with a smile. "How could I forget a fright in the middle of the night? How's your friend by the way?"
"She's fine. Ignoring her sister and slowly drowning me in silence. It is terrible." Eliza said forgetting her wet shirt and actually enjoyed the conversation. "Now maybe you can't get me that coffee since mine has tried to kill us."
The pair sat in the coffee shop covered in coffee and talked about whatever came to mind. Eliza saw the restraint when it came to his work and pushed the conversation elsewhere. He did the same when he brought up where she was from. She told how she met Hillary. Eliza was driving home from work trying to pay for a rent that was twice what she expected when she all but ran over Hilly. Eliza took her home and they became roommates after Hilly was checked out at a hospital. John laughed at her story and caused a few laughs of his own. When Eliza glanced out the window to see Hilly on a bench waiting patiently for her friend to come out she choked up a bit. They knew each other maybe too well. That's when everything went wrong.
Hillary rubbed her head slowly at first then she shielded her eyes from the sun and covered her ears while her hair continued the shade her eyes. Eliza about jumped up if she didn't see the face of the doctor that let her out glancing everywhere for her. Eliza assumed the people around her were scientists too. The scientists were too busy looking for her to realize Hillary's head might explode. Eliza grabbed the coffee and wrapped the scarf around her neck over her head to make it harder. She walked outside and pulled out a big pair of sunglasses she stole from Irene's closet.
"Hilly. You're fine. The crazy Frankenstein scientists are right behind you. Now we need to get up slowly and walk away before they find us. Alright can you get up?" Eliza asked in a low calm voice.
"Yeah, just got a headache is all." Hillary said standing up slowly.
"Eliza?" John asked a little too loud causing the scientists to lock on them.
"Ok so no time to walk away. Run!" Eliza said grabbing Hillary's hand and dragging her down a street as John and the scientists followed.
Slowly Hillary took the lead. Through several curvy scary streets and even on a roof to hide they ran seeking refuge. They hadn't heard the hard footfalls of the scientists for a long time, but John didn't like knowing what he was running from.
"What are we doing on a roof?" John asked quietly to Eliza.
"Hiding nimrod. Now hush." Hillary snapped.
"Well there's a lot you don't know. And it may be too soon to tell you." Eliza said scowling at Hillary.
"I think I deserve to know what is scaring my girlfriend! This is just insane I haven't ran this much since the psychopathic cabbie." John muttered.
"Wait you said girlfriend? Little early for that don't you think?" Hilly said with a raised eyebrow.
"No…well by girlfriend I meant…friend…that's a girl. Nothing more." John stuttered out.
"Shut up Hilly. If I want to date him I'll date him. I don't need Adler approval." Eliza snapped.
"Alright good so now that we cleared up the awkward romance on the roof, we need a place to hide. Suggestions?" Hilly said glancing over the edge of the building looking for their chasers.
"We can go to my flat." John offered.
"Yeah right. That won't happen. You two will hide out in your room doing God knows what- OW!" Hilly shouted as Eliza kicked her in the knees.
"Sounds great thanks." Eliza said shortly after.
"Question is can we get there via roof?" Hilly said from her new position on the dusty floor of the roof.
After several terrifying building jumps and running across far too many busy streets they found themselves and the Holmes-Watson Flat. They all gave a sigh of relief, and jumped when a car door slammed shut.
"John! Where are you!" Sherlock's voice echoed through the flat.
"Sherlock be kind we have guests." John said quickly before Sherlock walked into the room they were crowded in.
"These are not guests if I recall they were intruders." Sherlock said staring down Hillary and Eliza.
"Now I invited them so they are guests." John said calmly as Hillary lowly turned a depressing shade of green. "Is she alright?" He asked cautiously.
"I can still hear. I'm fine thank you for talking about me." Hillary said getting up and shakily trying to stand. Eliza noticed the almost nonexistent semicircle that started out of her nose. "Correction. I am not alright." Hillary said pointing her finger and twirling it in a fast circle and falling back on the couch.
"She's burning up." John said as he touched her face. "Get me the ice pack." He ordered. Eliza looked at Sherlock who just stared back at her. With a sigh, Eliza went to get it. A scream echoed through the house as Eliza saw the severed head on the shelf and not an ice pack.
"Oh grow up. It's a head. You have one too." Sherlock spoke with a disappointed shake of his head.
"On my shoulders not in my freezer!" Eliza shouted as she tossed John the ice pack.
"That's nice." Sherlock said walking away with a pensive look on his face.
"He does that." John said quietly. "She's got a fever. Pretty bad too. She needs to rest." John said standing up and grabbing a cup from one of the cabinets and filling it with water.
Eliza and John watched over Hillary that slept more than anything. With a restless stir Eliza found herself whispering story ideas they shared when they were both to awake to sleep at night. How they would eventually get the book started. Hillary would fall back into a peaceful sleep for maybe an hour. The conscious couple got tired of sitting around after a few hours and left the sleeping Hilly on the couch with the music on a CD Eliza knew would remind her of home. Sadly that soft playing CD was drowned out by the ringing of violin strings causing a old memory to appear.