The Black-Eyed Maiden

by fangirl-with-a-tennant-fetish

John and Sherlock are on a case which requires help only the Winchesters can provide. Things get complicated when Sam and John go missing and the only clue they can gather is a blue Police Box parked in the corner of Baker Street. Will Sam and John return in time? Or will the case of The Black-Eyed Maiden forever remain a mystery? ((Superwholock fic, please review! :D ))

2. Chapter 2

"The Black-Eyed Woman?" Sherlock glanced at the laptop which John was writing his blog. The latter was the title of a new article.

"What else would you call it?" John continued writing.

"A trick of lighting." Sherlock swiftly plopped on his couch.

"Sherlock, over the years there have been multiple sightings of multiple women with black-eyes. Most of them are regular people. Sometimes these women are never seen again, and those who are. They say they can't remember what happened to them." John informed.

"Yes, i know John. It's still lighting. A trick of eyesight. An illusion." Sherlock insisted.

"But what about the part about all the women having very similar features?" John smirked, trying to sound more clever than Sherlock.

"Right, like their hair length, colour, cut. Eye colour, chin, similar weight, height. I am aware of this John." Sherlock Holmes closed his eyes and placed his hands to his chin.

"That's why people think the women with the black eyes is just one girl. The legend of the Woman with the black eyes." John explained.

"Fine. But still 'The Black-Eyed Woman?' Seems a little... Bland. Wouldn't catch a readers attention at all." Sherlock told him.
"Yeah? Well what would you call it?" John sassed.

"Well, black-eyes are uncommon so keep that in the title. 'Black-Eyes' would be a horrible title. 'The Black-Eyes' The black eyes what? The black eyed peas are a pop culture band and the title would confuse people." Sherlock spoke very quickly, as he would if he was deducing.

"So, 'The Black-Eyed Woman." John repeated.

"No, no. That word. Woman. Too over-used. Everyone knows about a woman. When someone says 'woman' there's always a specific woman that pops into everyone's mind. Not a word, John!" Sherlock exclaimed, knowing that the woman in his own mind was Irene Adler, and John knew that. Sherlock anticipated that John would comment on this.

"I wasn't going to say anything." John replied sincerely.

A few seconds of silence and Sherlock continued. "Don't use woman. Damsel? No, too 'Damsel in distress' 'your princess is in another castle' bit. It brings the image of a helpless girl. Girl? No, too innocent. Girl means young. From the case, i could tell that the woman is actually between ages 20-30. Not considered girls. Lady? Dame? Dutchess? There are many words you could choose from. So i'll choose for you. Use Maiden."

"Maiden?" John thought for a second before returning to the laptop and backspacing the word WOMAN and replacing it with MAIDEN. He was then left with a satisfied look.

"The case of The Black-Eyed Maiden." Sherlock said calmly.

"Black eyes... Doesn't that remind you of the Winchester-" John was interrupted in the usual manner.

"Yes, yes the Winchester Brothers. I called them. That was also a long time ago, John. Of course i remember. Dean still owes me one." Sherlock recapped.

"It was nobodies fault." John replied.

"Dean doesn't know that." Sherlock sighed. "Still. They should be here within 24 hours."

"Wait, they're coming!" John exclaimed.

"I don't know. I told them to come if convient. And since i have recieved no reply, i cannot say if it is a no or a yes. We will see." Sherlock responded.

"But... Wait... Does-" John was interrupted again, per the norm.

"No. He doesn't know. And Sam intends to keep it that way." Sherlock told him.

"Oh. Do you think they're both connected? What happened with the Winchesters and this case?" John asked.

"Probably. Considering both insidences have something to do with black eyes." Sherlock answered.