Sherlock Holmes: The Morning After
Morning rolled around and Sherlock woke up. He was more surprised that he fell asleep in the first place. Sydney was standing up, she was wearing one of Sherlock's shirt and added knee socks.
"Not dead." She smiled at him.
"I told you." He sat up.
"Thanks for taking care of me last night. I know I'm dramatic." She said digging through her bag.
Sherlock said nothing but took the appreciation.
"Here is everything I have about me, maybe you'll see something I don't." She pulled out a binder full of newspaper clippings. Each one was related to her in some way.
"I figured it out." He announced.
"Really? I must be blind."
"You are. There in the first clipping."
The clipping was an article about her family being in a car accident.
"It says family of four."
"I have a sibling!?"
Sherlock rolled his eyes.
"Yes and that is your stalker."
"But why would they want me dead?" She said letting Sherlock look through the clippings.
"Twisted protective sibling?" He mused.
"A real psychopath. Great I'm related to a psychopath." She laid back down on the bed.
"Psychopath." Sherlock thought out loud.
"Did they ever seemed to slow down?"
"Well last year it did but then it picked up again suddenly."
Sherlock had a probable motive but no way to explain without evidence.
"I'll need to do some research." He said getting up.
Sydney sat up, "okay, I guess I'll be here if you need me." She said.
Sherlock changed his shirt and grabbed his coat off his door.
"Goodbye." He said kissing her forehead.
Sydney smiled, she wasn't serious about the relationship part but it felt nice to be normal.
"I'll see you later."
Sherlock really just needed an excuse to pull a hair off her.
His theory was far fetched but it was the most possible.
He went to St. Bart's hospital and remained there for most of the day.
Sydney sighed. She got up and put away the clippings, here she was in a strange man's flat that she had just met. Who knows if he was really going to help her, all these years of stalking were starting to affect her.
She changed into regular clothes; skinny jeans and a t-shirt with her maroon coat. She went out to the living room, turning the t.v. on and there on the news was her flat burned down and the residents standing around. Sure, she felt bad that others were affected but it wasn't like she could do anything about it.
"Um, hello?" She turned around.
"Who are you?" John asked.
"Oh, Sydney Holt. Sherlock's romantic interest. I was dying last night. I'm going to assume you're the doctor that fixed me?" She said smiling at him.
John looked at her crazily. He had so many questions he didn't know where to start.
"Romantic interest?" He was more shocked by that the other words she had said.
"Yes. We met in a coffee shop last night and I asked if he wanted to be involved romantically." She said as if that wasn't the strangest thing that's happen to her.
"He asked and I said yes so now I'm romantically involve with him." She looked at him puzzled.
"OH were you two together?" She said a little too loud, in shock.
"What! No! I'm not gay! Sherlock's not my boyfriend." He said, as if for the hundredth time.
"Alright." She said putting her hands up in defense.
"You just seem so shock that Sherlock has a romantic interest?" She asked.
"Yes. Have you met him?" He said as if that was a cause.
"Yes, have you met him?" She retorted.
"He's a complete ass."
"Well, every man is a complete ass. I think I just found one that I like." She smiled.
John looked at her, she was completely mad but he wondered if this girl would really be a good match for him.
"John Watson. I'm Sherlock's flat mate." He introduced himself.
"I was the one that fixed you last night." He added.
Sydney smiled.
"Oh and I have a stalker so you have a fifty fifty chance of dying." She said watching the news.
"What?" He looked like she was crazy.
"Yeah so you know you got half a chance living today."
Sherlock came back in time before John could ask anymore questions.
"He's playing games with you." He said to Sydney.
"So true to being a psychopath. Wonderful." She said standing up.
"We'll have to catch him if you want this to stop."
"Whoa, that's a big step. I just found out it's a brother and now we're going to catch him? Okay." She said smiling.
"Dramatic."
"Mr. Holmes." She said sticking her tongue out at him.
"Um." John cleared his throat and two were looking at him.
"What's going on?"
"Sydney has a stalker and we're going to catch him."
"Okay but you two?"
Sherlock looked at Sydney.
"I told him."
"Do keep up John, yes she is my girlfriend." He said annoyed.
John smiled and started laughing.
"He's really strange." Sydney whispered to Sherlock.
"Yes but an army doctor and pays half the rent. He's alright from time to time."
"Well what's the plan? I just realize I won't have contact again until I find another flat."
They looked at her funny.
"I swear I don't sign it under the same name but every time I sign a lease for a place it starts happening again."
Sherlock had another theory now.
"Let's get looking." Sherlock said.
Sydney smiled.
"Okay but I doubt a place in Scotland is what you're referring to." She said leading the way out.
"Scotland's a terrible place to move." He said.
John watched the two, he was in awe and in shock that Sherlock had met someone that he could talk to like a normal person.
"What the hell!" Sydney shouted. John rushed out to the door.
Sydney was being taken away by men in suits, Sherlock stood there in shock.
"What's going on?" As the car they put Sydney in pulled away another car pulled up and Mycroft stepped out.
"Sherlock." He shut the door and stood in front of his brother.
"She is my girlfriend." Mycroft looked at him shock but shook it off.
"Sydney is a special type of person."
"What are you hiding about her?" He said looking at his brother suspiciously.
Mycroft didn't answer him and got back in the car and left, leaving Sherlock and John dumbfounded.
Sydney sat in the car annoyed. She thought finally they were going to catch her stalker and she can go to have a normal life but no she had to be taken by government officials.
"Isn't anyone going to tell me what's going on?" She said out loud in the empty car.
They stopped at a house in the middle of nowhere. The driver got out of the car to open the door for her. Mycroft's car pulled up right behind hers.
"Sydney Holt." He announced.
"Can I help you?"
"You don't remember me? Why should you. I've protected you for a couple of years."
"You might wanna remind me." She said, leaning on her side.
"Come in. I'll explain everything."
She made a face but followed him into the house.
"Why does this look familiar?" She asked.
"This was your house."
"Why don't I remember it?"
"Because that car accident wasn't an accident."
She looked at him suspiciously.
"You've met Sherlock and I before when you were younger. But as fate would have it, your brother was psychotic. So after you're parents passing I've been keeping an eye on you."
She crossed her arms.
"That's fine and dandy but why not actually help with the situation!?" She said annoyed.
"Do you think if we weren't involved you would be dead."
"Delaying it is not the same thing as protecting."
"It's an inside job, we have to be careful who to assume."
"Why couldn't you just say this in front of Sherlock?"
"Because I was being, in your words, a jerk." He chuckled.
She looked at him funny but figured she was just as weird as a kid as she is now.
"You made me promised not to let Sherlock know what I know."
"Hm, sounds like me but I can't remember."
"Yes. that incident was very traumatic."
"So I planned all of this?" She asked.
"Yes. All those years ago, you quote wanted a dramatic entrance and exit if you were with Sherlock."
"Wow, I am dramatic or still dramatic."
She said trying to think about herself as a child.
"Well then can I get back to whatever it is we're doing?" She asked.
"I'm afraid I can't allow that."
"Because?"
"You shouldn't face your brother any time soon."
"Because?"
"Sydney. I will put this in words for you. You will kill yourself if you find him."
She made a noise. "I am dramatic."
Mycroft sighed.
"I'm sure there is a lot of damage in that head of yours but in the mean time just stay away from him."
"I'll let you know." She said leaving the house.
She got into the car feeling excited. There was someone that knew her as kid maybe the pieces will come back to her. Maybe she can stop living this weird life.