Hi, I have decided to change one of the genres to this story. Thanks to Jibber for the suggestion.

Heres the link for the music cue(take spaces out): www. youtube. com/watch?v=TXn5N0ixmS8

So thats all, thanks for reading! :D Sorry about the mistakes.

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As he increased the speed of his buggy, enough so that a slight wind blew straight in their faces, blowing Sherlock's hair back, cooling his neck. He cautiously brought his hand to the back of his neck and began to rub a sore spot. "So are you going to tell me?" Watson looked impatient, his fingers tapping on his cain. "Of course Watson. Patients is a virtue." Sherlock smirked as Watson growled. "Oh, shut it."

Sherlock pressed further on the gas, leaning into the turn into the roadway of a very large house. It was very grande and had large pine trees lining the the pebbled road. "What is this?" Watson pressed. Holmes sighed but didn't say anything and quickly hopped out of the car. Watson hurried out of the car, catching up to Holmes. Holmes increased his pace and opened the door, to Watson's surprise, and quickly walked in. "So, thats it? We are braking into to someones house?" Watson's tone was rather panicked as he waited on the front porch. "No. Would I really do that to you?"

"Yes."

"Oh, well I'm sorry. Just come on." Holmes grabbed Watson's arm and pulled him into, what seemed to be the foyer. "Whose house is it then?" Holmes shrugged. "Mine." Watson paused for a moment. "This is your house..."

"Yes."

"What, did you find a million pounds at the bottom of that river?" Holmes sighed again, and began to take his jacket and goggles off. "The less I explain the less danger you and Mary are in." Watson grabbed Holmes's arm. "If we are in any danger at all, I need to know." Holmes gently brushed his hand off. "Please, just trust me on this one." Holmes began to walk away but Watson pulled him back more forcefully. "Sherlock! I need to know. This may be a game to you but for me it involves the safety of me and my wife. Our lives Sherlock!" Sherlock stood there, the expression on his face unchanged. Then he spoke very softly and in a serious tone Watson rarely heard from him. "Watson. This was never a game." Watson looked at him and saw true emotion, something that he had not seen from him in a long time. "I..." Sherlock started, but then backed away, afraid to say the next words he wanted to say. "Holmes, Stop!" Sherlock stopped and Watson stood in front of him once again. "I'm here for you." Holmes nodded, his eyes starting to water, reflecting on the thoughts he consumed. "Go on..." Watson encouraged him.

Sherlock cleared his throat. "I... I need to find something to live for."

Simza groaned as she rolled over onto her side, tears pouring down from her face. Ever since the funeral she had been having very severe head aches. They would come and go, but they were mostly after the dreams. The dreams where she, Sherlock and Watson would go on adventures. And then the dreams where she was just with Sherlock, laughing and smiling. Some were very vivid. Scary, how much she thought they were real. But scary how much she missed him.

She sat up and gently pushed on her temples. She kick the blanket off and stood up slowly, quickly grabbing hold of the chest when she lost her balance. The headaches were getting worse and she knew it. She had refused to tell anyone but Luludja, her best friend. Lulu had promised not to tell anyone, but her concern for her friend was growing.

Simza stumbled out of the tent, squinting at the sun light to be met with Lulu. "Bună dimineaţa Simza. How are you feeling?" Her thick Romani accent made her voice sound rich. "The dreams... They are so real. They scare me." Lulu showed concern for her poor friend in her eyes. She brought a hand up to her friends back and slowly rubbed circled. "Come with me." Lulu said, guiding her friend to her tent. Lulu motioned to the cushions. "Sit and tell me." Simza shakily sat down and took a deep breath. "What was your dream?"

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Simza put her head in her hands and begun to tell Lulu.

There was only me and Sherlock. We were in a field. A field of golden wheat. The sky was deep blue, no clouds. There was nothing else around for miles. Rolling hills with a couple of cherrie trees. We were walking at first, I had my boots in my hand. We were just looking at each other. We looked deep into each others eyes. I could see everything, past his doubts, past his fears, right into his soul. I could see his and he could see mine and I felt naked. I was wearing cloths but I felt so exposed. And then, he smiled at me, as if it was the normalize thing in the world. We walked for hours smiling and looking at each other. Not even holding hands, not touching. Then we came to a hill. There was a cherry tree about 50 feet away and we were on the highest hill. We could see everything. We both laid down, not touching but facing each other. We laid down on our stomachs and look into each others souls. And I was so happy.

Lulu gave a sympathetic look to her as tears poured from her eyes. Simza could not see her though. She was lost in her world with Sherlock.

We sat there for hours and hours and hours. looking at each other and smiling. And then the sun set and there were Billions of stars in the sky with a big glowing moon. I suddenly was on my back, looking up at them and Sherlock was right next to me. We sat there too, looking at the stars for the longest time. The moon was so big and bright, so beautiful. I look over at him and he looked at me, and then her reached over and held my hand.

Simza began to bawl. She looked so happy and so sad at the same time. "And thats where it ended and I woke up crying again. He touches me an I wake up." Simza Huffed and wiped her face with the back of her hand. Lulu nodded and rubbed circles on her back, comforting her. "Why does that sound familiar? A field of golden wheat..." Lulu furrowed her brow in thought. Simza snuffed and wiped her face again. "Its ok, don't try too hard."

Lulu brought a hand to her forehead. Simza began wiping her face clean with her dress when suddenly Lulu jumped up, frightening her. "I've got it!" Lulu ran to the other side of her tent and pulled out her grandmothers old trunk from underneath her bed. After some digging she stood up holding a old book, with red faded leather. Beautiful designs laced the book, making it look old and royal. She paged through the book with Sim looking over her shoulder. She suddenly stopped at a page, flipped back a few then started tracing her finger down the old crinkled paper. Her eyes widened in awe and she smiled.

"I know what the dreams mean."

Sherlock Holmes: Song of Bandits

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