Just so everyone knows, this story is NOT a romance and Sherlock and Raina will NOT be getting together. Sherlock is not, at least not in my mind, a paedophile. No. I have other plans for them (chuckles darkly). Just to make it clear! Here's Chapter 2 :)

-Chapter 2

After dinner, the trio returned to the living room. Sherlock pointed out some 'third rate murder that wasn't even worth considering' in the paper that he had turned down to Raina, and they managed to spend a whole hour reading the article, looking at the mistakes the police had made. John got a bit annoyed (and bored) after half an hour, and informed them that he was going out. They took no notice, and carried on giggling away at some fault in the story.

John stomped downstairs, muttering harshly. He opened the door, intending to nip to the pub, and was met by a waterfall of rain.

His coat was still in the bloody flat.

"Aaarrgghh!"

His shout of anger didn't seem to be heard upstairs, but Mrs Hudson poked her head out of her door and, after seeing the rain and John stood glaring at it in the doorway, bustled him into her flat before he could say a word.

She hobbled into the kitchen, leaving him dripping on the hall floor. He blinked.

"Mrs Hudson?"

"Now, dear, d'you want tea or coffee?"

"Erm, a coffee would be – hang on, excuse me if I'm being rude here, but why have you just pulled me into your flat?"

"You and Sherlock had a row, love? I know what it's like; I got on his bad side once. You looked like you could do with some caffeine, dear."

John smiled at her. However strict she could be, she was really an old softie.

"So, how are you enjoying my – ah – great-niece's company?"

"Oh, she's fine. Exactly like Sherlock, in every way. I didn't know you had a great niece."

"Neither did I, until last week. Apparently my brother's daughter, young Raina's mother, died a couple of months back, and I was the closest relative. She's only supposed to be here for a couple of weeks till she gets permanently placed. Strange really. My brother and I weren't close, but you'd think I'd know if he'd had a daughter, wouldn't you?"

"Yeah, that is… strange."

John drank his coffee, then, after calming down a bit, thanked Mrs Hudson and returned upstairs.

"John! You just missed Raina say the funniest thing I've heard for years. It was about this joke of a murder, and it was hilarious…"

Raina looked at John, who had tuned out of the conversation, leaned forwards and whispered,

"Bored?"

"Incredibly."

She laughed.

"D'you know what? Me too!"

They smiled at each other, then John nodded towards the kitchen. They got up and slipped past Sherlock, who was still mid-stream and wasn't paying any attention to anybody but himself.

As soon as they were in the kitchen, John and Raina burst out laughing. Sherlock could be astonishingly funny, as long as he didn't actually mean to be.

"We shouldn't laugh," said Raina after she had got her breath back. "He's really a nice guy."

"Yeah, but he's also a self proclaimed 'high-functioning sociopath'. If that isn't funny, I don't know what is!"

John, still chuckling, went to the fridge and got himself a beer.

"Want anything?"

"Nah, I'm good."

They talked a little about Sherlock, and John tried to get Raina to admit she was practically a female teenage version of him.

"I'm not! We simply happen to be two genii who specialise in noticing the unnoticeable."

"Well, I can tell you're modest."

"Genius is not a self compliment, it's a scientific term."

They carried on like this for a while. Sherlock didn't seem perturbed by their disappearance. On the contrary, he was sat on the sofa happily applying a fresh nicotine patch.

"Mrs Hudson told me about – about your mum." John said, not quite looking Raina in the eye.

"Oh."

"I'm so, so sorry."

"It's fine."

"Really?" John was startled. "I am a doctor, you know, I have talked to family members about the death of one of my patients. You are allowed to be upset."

"I know." she replied.

"What was she like, your mum?"

Raina smiled. "Oh, she was a bitch."

John nearly dropped his beer. "What?"

"She was a bitch. A slag. Whatever you want to call her."

"Erm… right. W-why?"

"Well, she did any guy she met, she had about three other kids apart from me who are all in care, I was the result of a one night stand and she enjoyed hitting me for entertainment. Need I go on?"

Stunned, John froze for a minute. He made his way across the kitchen to her.

"Did - you ever tell anyone?"

"I wasn't going to give her the bloody satisfaction! When she died, I could have just about died too from the relief. At last! There was one downside, though."

"What?"

"I'll never know who my dad was. I mean, he can't have been much cop either if he was up for a one night stand, but at least I'd have known. I don't want to have to carry my mum's surname anymore. I want to have a different one, even if it is my dad's. It's why I can't wait to get married."

"Raina!" Sherlock called.

"Coming!" she shouted back, rolling her eyes at John.

Next post will be a while cos I'm on holiday :) did you like it? Review!

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