Pans POV
As I returned to my new home, arms ladled with enough Chinese food to keep me fed for a week, thoughts of the dark haired figure upstairs-Sherlock Holmes-drifted threw my mind. A blush crept across my cheeks as I opened the door and finally set the food down on the table. There was no denying it, I told myself as I put a Lindsey Sterling CD into my stereo. He was attractive, but he seemed distant. And even odder… he seemed familiar. As the sounds of a violin filled the air in my apartment, I pulled out my laptop and sunk into my couch. With a small container of sweet and sour chicken, I set to work on finishing my latest commission for Lumiere Studios. The animations were coming along beautifully, and the inspiration flowing from my surround sound speakers.
But after hours of working, and eventually finishing the animations, I still couldn't shake the thought for my mind that Sherlock was familiar. My carpel tunnel throbbing, I set down my computer and decided to try and figure out why my new neighbor seemed familiar. Flipping through old yearbooks, I started with University, flipping, flipping, and flipping, threw years of photos and memories. But in not one, did a Sherlock Holmes show up. Sighing, I threw the final yearbook across the floor, making it hit the wall with a hard bang. Rolling my eyes, I decided to give up for the night, slowly making my way to the kitchen. It was now far past 1 am, nearly 2 as I reached up and unlocked the cabinet that stored my sanity. Prescriptions for insomnia, paranoia, depression… basically anything anybody could need. They kept the edge off; they kept me functioning, almost like a normal happy human being.
I could hear the rain, closing my eyes and relaxing into my futon. The music was still playing, but it was softer now, like a lullaby. As my eyes closed, the chronic panic in my chest leaving for the night, my mind drifted. It drifted off to a place that was peaceful and quiet, and thoughts of tall, curly haired man sat waiting in a garden, playing his violin just for me… just like he used to…
Sherlock's POV
It was approaching 2 am when a thud came from the basement apartment. Raising an eyebrow, I listened for any more telling noises; the quiet run of the tap as she got herself something to drink, and then finally settling down for the rest of the night. He had been up for these past long hours, searching through his mind palace. This woman seemed much too familiar for it to be just a coincidence. Someone he had just seen on the streets, no she was more than that. Pan was more than that. Some time in my life, I had seen-I had known - the girl in the basement flat. But I just couldn't remember where… Where could she possibly be from, but I couldn't remember? My eyes flew open; she had to be from my past, but how far back? Quickly, years of school photos flashed threw his mind. I was reaching further and further, until I was in primary school…
"Ah ha!" I yelled, jumping up. Yes yes yes, it was her! It had to be her, that was the only possibility… and tomorrow, he would confront her about it!
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