A.N.: Well, just in the deadline ('cuz tomorrow I'm going on holidays and when I'm back I'll start college again) I finished the second chapter of my story. Finally, slash had began and some mistery are solved. but hey! It has just began!! The story will habe around five chapter, probably.

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Chapter 2

Point of view

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Sherlock Holmes was very cheerful during our journey to the library. He chatted about superfluous topics, like for example, the last play done in the theathre. Instead of going directly to there, we passed by Baker Street, and he asked me to take my revolver for 'later'. Once in the library, Holmes showed me a table, inviting me to sit down and when he was about to go to do his research, he turn back to me and taking out a small leather notebook, he said, 'Here. You might find something interesting to read concerned to the last days.'

I took the book with some amazement and I prepared myself to look it. When I opened at the first page, I was able to notice that it was a private diary. When I looked up to say a comment to my companion, he was already gone. With an improper curiosity for a gentleman, I searched the pages regarding to the last days, as my friend had pointed out. Finally, I began to read.

'.Lately, in my mind there is a disorder of unconnected thoughts. Thoughts that I am ashamed to confess are against the law and the ethic. And they go over and over again to the same point. Robert. Maybe, it is the fact of having shared so many years by now with my apartment partner, but I am not able to stop thinking in him. Whether it is about his warm eyes, his smile or the smallest of the details of his ordinary life. If I believed in pagan acts, I would undoubtedly say that I am under the influence of a black magic spell.

Maybe that is why I am in a rushed engaged with Kathy Stewart. Although it is true that I have feelings for her, sincerely, I must admit that are not strong enough to fulfil me with the right happiness that love is supposed to carry with him. There is the chance that it is a mere act of cowardice the try to escape before I sin. However, it is the only choice for me left. Because, even if I accept to act against the church, the only thing that my acts could bring is the lost of a friend and prison.'

And it went like that for a lot more pages. Astonished, I closed the notebook and I looked it as if was a carrier of a course. Submerged I n my thoughts, a voice surprise me from my back.

'Do you find it and interesting reading?'

'Holmes!' I whispered with surprise as low as I could for being at a library.

'Come, let's go, I already got what I wanted. I hope that you don't mind if we go walking, so we will be able to argue while we are a while at the outside.'

The sun was descending when we went trough the exterior door of the library. A soft breeze caresses our face, and you were still able to see some persons walking, coming back to their homes for dinner. Holmes waited until the streets were desert before he started talking.

'All right, Watson, I promised you to share my theories, and I shall proceed to explain you as much as I can,' said Holmes. 'As you may have noticed, there is a strange attitude in Jeffrey Newton diary.' the detective stopped and looked me expecting me to talk. I took a while to do so.

'He was… he was…' I foolishly mumbled. 'He was homosexual.' I finally said.

'However, would you understand me if I told you that Newton hadn't broke any law, not even from the church?' asked me Holmes.

I stared my companion without understanding.

'First,' he began to explain, 'it is necessary that I show you some things that I have found in the crime scene and the true reason for which the unhappy Newton was murdered. The aim of all what happened it is around our friend Robert Laurie and some misfortune incidents that took place. If you remember, Laurie had been working with me for a really long time now, back down to when we solved the case of the duke. In that time, when the duke was imprisoned, a lot of photographs were taken that then appeared in all the papers, and coincidently Laurie appeared in one of those photographs and that was what detonated all the events followed. Are you with me?'

'I am still not able to understand in what is what Laurie is involved in all this' I admitted.

Holmes far from being impatient enjoyed that moment of supremacy.

'It is not surprising that it is hard to understand, because as I always say, is a serious mistake to establish theories without having first all the precise data. Before he was working with m, Laurie had been making some personal research in the laboratory, and he found something of vital importance. He had found the way of making silver into gold. And that, my dear friend, is dangerous enough for a several people to set a price upon his head, literally.'

Then I was able to have a vague notion of where Holmes was heading to.

'Although there is still some things ascertain, however, if you accompany me I will be able to solve them. But first there is some more light to give to the issue. During his research, sadly, Laurie was careless and he didn't realize to protect his objects of study, therefore it came to bad ears. Unfortunately, the nets of Moriarty are too big, and there are still persons who were, so to speak, his disciples. One of them is who I suspect the criminal mind behind Newton murder, but not the perpetrator, undoubtedly for the mistakes made in the crime scene. Being there, I had found some paper that didn't belong to either of the tenants.

Sherlock Holmes took out of his coat a couple of paper clippings. Before returning to his explanation, he handed them to me.

'As you have definitely known to appreciate, the brutality with which the murderer had been done made spatter of blood to fall on the walls and furniture. The book where I found these papers that protruded from it in a very notable way, but not enough for Lestrade or Jones to notice it, was splashed. And in a fashion that if the papers had been there from a beginning, there would be spattered. Therefore, they were placed there after the murder. So, what would be the purpose to deposit those papers there?' he asked me.

I thought it for a while, striving to apply the methods that I had learnt with him. Finally, I said clumsily, 'He wanted to somehow incriminate Laurie in Newton murder.'

'Exactly!' congratulated me Holmes. 'And what's more, he wanted to disclose his secret, making sure that it was given to him capital punishment.'

'His secret?' I asked surprised.

'Look here,' said Holmes taking me to one of street lightening and making me to stretch the papers. 'Watch this woman, Jennifer Jackson according to the article, is she familiar to you?'

I observed her carefully, and despite the fact that she seemed vaguely familiar, I could not attribute her face to any name. Holmes watched my disconcert and taking a pen from between his clothes, he draw a thin moustache to Miss Jackson. When I saw the picture again, I was astonished. Finally I had realized who it was and the surprise was too big.

'It is Laurie!' I cried.

'It seems to me that now you are able to understand Newton's confusion.' said Holmes.

'But…' I mumbled still disconcerted. 'But, why World someone do something like this?'

'I think that I can understand her reasons. However, we will have a clearer statement when we are back to Baker Street. I asked Lestrade to take Laurie there after he ended declaring at the police station. But before, we must go to another place, to the apartment that he shared with Newton. Probably, there we will able to solve what is left of this case,' said Holmes. 'Now, tell me Watson, have you got your revolver prepared?'

When I tried to get my bearings, I realized that Holmes had taken me while we were walking to a stable from the building were Laurie lived. I was about to hear to the door of said place when Holmes took me by the arm and he tug to a side pointing the deserted side building. With a small ruse on his behalf, he managed to open one of the windows; we entered there as if we were thieves. Indicating me to wait for a moment, Holmes headed to the other side of the building and spied the courtyard. Then, after he checked that none was there, we went the stairs up to the third floor and entering in one of the rooms, we went out trough a window. As if we were acrobats we climb to the adjoining building and we entered to Laurie's apartment. After watching carefully around and go into the two rooms, Sherlock Holmes came out triumphant, and with a smile, he said, 'Fine, it seems that we are on time. As you might appreciated we could enter without using a key, the only difference was that the killer used the backyard to get in.'

'And what are we going to do now?' I asked.

'Now, my dear Watson, all we have left to do is to wait. The killer of Newton is going to return.'

'But, why would he risk doing so?' I investigated.

'My dear friend, with the data I gave you, you should be able to apply the deductive methods that you have learnt thanks to my company.'

'It might be, perhaps, because last time he couldn't get the papers that contain Laurie's research to transform silver into gold.'

'Very good,' celebrated my companion. 'And why he couldn't get them the last time, when he killed Newton?' he asked me.

'Because the housekeeper came bringing the food and he had to get away.' I said visionary.

'That's right,' said Holmes. 'As you might have noticed when we were here the first time, the stairs creak a lot, therefore the killer had enough time when he realized that Mrs. Woods came up to escape trough the window.'

Next, Holmes headed to the cupboard that was in the room. He opened one of its doors and he inspected it.

'Excellent,' he said, all I do was to stare at him surprised, Holmes noticed my look. 'We will able to hide both of us there expecting the criminal.'

At the beginning I thought that he was joking, however, his persistent look made me realize otherwise. So, although a bit insecure, I entered inside the cupboard opening the other door, Holmes stood beside me and took care of leave ajar both doors until he only left a small gap of light. The wait was made in silence; Holmes did not talk to be able to hear the killer when he came in. Therefore, my mind started to ramble around what had happened recently. Laurie who was indeed Miss Jackson, Jeffrey Newton who thought that he was in love with his best male friend when it was actually a woman. Maybe that was why I felt that tension flouting in the air. Suddenly, the contact of my arm with the side of Holmes acquired a great importance inside me. With only a small move I could touch him and not necessarily in appropriate fashions. Practically with turning my head I could claim his lips against mines.

Frightened, I tried to banish those thoughts from my mind. But they were vane tries. I tried to control myself, to avoid that Holmes noticed the kind of feelings that overwhelmed me. However, I was sure that my troubled breath gave me away. I did not dare to turn around and check if my companion could notice it or not, for fear of crossing with his look.

But then, when I thought that I could not take it for any second more, something happened that changed the tension in the air with a dangerous, sharp one. A noise had warned us. Holmes and I exchanged a quick glance. The killer had entered.

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And yes, it ends with a cliffhanger.

I know that the begining might be at bit boring, but it was necessary to the 'sexual tension' part. I hope that so far you like how the mistery is being solved, and that you don't find it farfetched. I'm pretty poud of it after the diary. And the diary was intended to be longer (because at the beginning thought that it was going to be a short chapter if not) but then I realized that it wasn't necessary.

And it was beautiful to write the 'my dear watson' XP

And I guess that now you know what 'The secret of the alchemist' is.

Hope you liked it!