Author's Note: Hello, dearies! Marie here with the last part of the prologue! A big hug and cookie to musicismylife for reviewing! Please, read, enjoy, and review! Hopefully in that order. :D
Prologue: Part Two
"She's my sister."
"Twin sister, actually," I corrected. A smile spread on John's face, but it melted to a look of concern.
"Are you all right? What happened to you two?"
"Long story," Mr. Holmes grunted. "Can we come in, Watson?"
"Oh, of course. Come on in, I'll check you two out."
"I'm pretty sure I have a cracked rib, John, and maybe just a bruised cheek. But I don't know about Mr. Holmes here."
"Oh, I'll be fine, Miss Watson. Just a pain in my right side, Watson. And just Holmes, please. You make me feel old."
I smiled. "Of course, Holmes. And just Jane for me. Ow."
"Just a tiny hairline fracture on one of your ribs, Jane. You should be fine, just don't get into any fights any time soon."
"Yes, Doctor," I replied, smiling. "Though your methods helped. Using an umbrella comes in handy."
John smiled. "How many?"
"Three."
"Hm. Fairly decent, baby sister." I rolled my eyes.
"I apologize for getting you involved, Jane," Holmes cut in. "I hope you can just forget that whole…incident."
I sighed. "Unfortunately, Mr. Holmes…I can't." This seemed to interest him. "Well, why not?"
"We're not entirely sure," John replied for me. He's the medical expert, so I let him. "It seems that Jane has…an extraordinary memory. And that's an understatement."
"Ever since I could remember…I never stopped remembering," I said, sounding a bit helpless. "It's hard to explain. Give me a date, and I can tell you everything I did that day, what I wore, what I ate, who I spoke to, and more."
"You remember everything?" Holmes questioned. I nodded, and he continued. "So, if I waltzed up to you and did this…" He backed me into a wall, and, invading my personal space, he…
Wrapped his arms around my waist and hugged me. My head almost buried in his chest, I could hear the rhythm of his heart, faint from the layers of clothes: thump-thump, thump-thump. I could also smell the odor of tobacco that almost overpowered me, and the hint of…rosin?
He finally pulled away. "You'd remember?"
"Until the day my brain stops functioning, which I hope is soon after that experience." I winked at John, which made him relax a little. My eyes strayed back to Holmes. "You play?"
He smiled. "Violin."
I smiled back. "We should play sometime."
"Indeed."
"Together?"
"Of course."
I brushed a little of my brown hair out of my face. "Well, I really should get going."
"It's rather late, Jane. Stay the night, I insist," John put in.
I sighed. "As long as I'm not a burden. I'll help out in any way I can." A mischievous smile spread on Holmes' face. It seemed to say, "Oh, if only you knew."
So began my adventures with Mr. Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson.
A/N: For some clearance: The "condition" that Miss Jane Watson has is called hyperthymestic syndrome, or just hyperthymestia. The name is based on the Greek word thymesis for "remembering" and hyper, meaning "more than normal." It was discovered/named in about 2006, which explains why Watson doesn't know how to treat it, or exactly what to do.
