The Wicken Girl

Before I had to move, "John," he hummed he was listening, "This," I waved to the mustache as I laughed softly, "needs to go," I smiled at my demand.

He chuckled, "Does it?" he teased and nuzzled into my neck.

I giggled, "Stop it. And yes. I prefer my doctors clean shaven."

He grinned, "Then no kisses until then," he pretended to be mad at me.

"Oh, now that's just not fair," I complained and pouted. He kissed me on the cheek, "Not enough," and I pulled him in for a real kiss. Then my cell vibrated in my pocket, on the floor. I dug through my pants and found the damned thing.

Text from Lestrade: This one's a bit weird. – GL. I sighed.

I stood, "I'll be back," I said, "This won't take long." And it won't. Usually the weird ones are the easy ones.

"Actually," he sat up, "Could I get a shower and come with? I need to think about something aside from… the things I've been thinking about." He looked up at me, his eyes begging me to say yes.

"Very well, then. Our first case back, hurry up." I changed and slid my cell in my pocket as I marched out to the living room. I stole John's chair, as it was the closest, and went through the texts I ignored last night. All boring. Telling me about how worried my brother is for John.

I know about the threat of me in John's life. I knew about this before I even shared a flat with the man, just never bothered to care because he still lives. If John dies, it will be because I am already dead, for real. Even when I Fell, I looked after John.

I looked up to John standing in the doorway. He cleared his throat, and I raised my eyebrows, "Yes?" I asked.

"You're in my chair," he complained.

"I am your chair. Stop complaining." He smiled as I slipped my phone away again. I stood and kissed the soldier, the hair on his upper lip now gone. But the kiss ended as soon as it started and I grabbed our jackets, threw his at him and we descended the stairs at a rapid pace.

I was excited to get to the crime scene for the first time in years. Especially now that I had John again. Despite what John thinks, he does help. He keeps me focused. He's quiet and listens and most of all, he doesn't ask stupid questions.

I hailed a cab and repeated the address that Lestrade had texted me earlier while John was still in the shower.

I tried to take his hand, but he just cuddled up into my coat, and I have to say, he looks adorable this way. I smiled and planted a kiss on the top of his head. His arms wrapped around my waist felt new, but the physical contact was good. Usually, I hate people up against me, but this was different somehow.

Once we had stopped, I paid the cabbie and we stepped out to a field, a pond and a road. And further down was a house. I walked up to Lestrade who was standing beside a body, "He drowned, we're certain of that, but he isn't in the water."

Really… he could have been- I looked closer, no, it wasn't a human that drug him out. "Does the family over there," I pointed to the house, "have a dog?" I asked.

Lestrade shrugged, "I don't know."

"Are you suggesting the dog did that?" Ugh, Anderson.

I turned to him, "No. But he's not in the water, so he was drug out of it, and it wasn't a human that pulled him out. I can assure you that. shut up, Anderson," the words fell out of my mouth and I'm sure he understood what I had said, but just barely.

He rolled his eyes and went back to whatever he was uselessly doing, and I went back to solving this case in less than an hour. The man was missing an eye, human. He was also missing a few finger on his left hand, the dog.

Lestrade came trotting back from the house, "Yes. And it was a big dog, why?" he wasn't here to hear me yell at Anderson. So I told him and went back to it. There's got to be something to indicate who has done this.

I mumbled the deduction I had made so far, "Mid twenties. Divorced, two kids. Brown haired brown eyed businessman. The human took the eye for… purposes (still not completely sure) and the dog was dumb and ate the fingers… then what else?!" I screamed the last part. John was standing close enough that he heard everything.

"Sherlock," I scowled at the soldier behind me, "It's okay, you'll solve it with time. Like you always do," he smiled. I rolled my eyes at his pointless efforts.

The only thing I could think of would have been witchcraft. But why would someone do that? it's not real, is it? No, it isn't. but there are the people that believe in it, and would do stuff for it anyway.

"Witchcraft! It's not real, but there are still those idiots who believe in it and 'sacrifice' people. There's got to be something that has to do with this. John, when we get back to the flat, would you look that up for me?" he nodded, "In the meantime, Lestrade, you should search the family for Wickens. Probably won't find one, but just to be sure," I assured him.

They all looked at me as if I was crazy. I just might be, but that doesn't matter because I'm a crazy genius. I waved my hands about for them to move and take my orders as they always do. Lestrade snapped out and ordered them to do as I had said, and John and I dismissed ourselves home.

On the carbide home, I thought about if there could be a Wicken anywhere nearby, if there isn't one in the family. I don't know anyone who is a Wicken, but I'm sure there's someone who is and I don't know about it. See, this is why I hate not knowing something. Because if I don't, I can't solve cases like I want to.

I looked to John, who was staring at me already. I smiled and he blushed. I offered myself up for cuddling and he took my offer gladly. He snuggled up into my chest, his ear over my heart and I thought about this more. So, why didn't the dog drag it off somewhere and try to bury it? Maybe the person caught it and stopped it and the dog never came back.

I tightened my grip on John's shoulder as this became more irritating the more I thought about it. "Stop thinking about it, then."

I looked down to him in confusion, realizing that I had said that last part aloud. "You know, before I met you, I was always silent. Now, I talk to myself as if someone is listening because usually you are," I sounded as if I was complaining, but I wasn't. And he knew that, which is why he smiled.

I slid my finger under his chin and made him look me in the eyes. He smiled even wider and kissed me. I was about to do more, then the cabbie yelled at us. "You're here! And I will have none of that I my cab!" we acted scared and when we were finally free, we looked at each other and laughed. Through the hall, up the stairs and when I had closed the door.

Every time we stopped, we looked to each other and laughed again. "'I will have none of that in my cab!' Roar!" John mocked the cabbie, and we laughed again.

We were finally able to calm ourselves and wipe the tears from our eyes. "Why was that so funny?" I asked my blond doctor.

"I don't know. But it was hilarious!" he grinned. We removed our coats and I hung them by the door as always. He plopped down in his sitting chair and grabbed his laptop. He started doing as I had asked him earlier. A small smile played over my lips at the fact that he follows my orders.

I sat down and removed my shoes, planning to stay, even if I solve the case. Then he removed his own and brought his legs up to sit cross legged in his chair. Interesting, I've never seen him do that before. Then again, I've never seen him so focused on his computer screen.

And now, I can't even focus on what I'm supposed to, I just kept watching John. He gave disgusted reactions, and others that said that he thought those made sense. Then he got frustrated when he couldn't find something that fit the bill.

He sat back in his chair and huffed in irritation. He turned the screen to me, "Well, here's some, but I don't think we can narrow it down anymore," he sounded aggravated.

I kneeled in front of him to look at his computer properly. "Hmmm." These were interesting and half of these, no one would be interested in anymore. But there was one that caught my eyes as interesting. I was actually just about to look away when I saw this.

It was a type of love spell, that united people. But not just a couple, a whole family. As in, 'You're having family issues? Try this!' it just interested me because then I got a text from Lestrade: They said none of them are Wickens. But The father is missing, has been for a day. But the weird part is that the daughter didn't seem to concerned. And yes, the man was their father. But she still didn't seem too upset. – GL

Was she trying to fake it? – SH

No, that's the weirdest part. She seemed… content. Needless to say, we brought them in for questioning, one by one, and she even admitted using magic to try to help. Obviously it didn't. But the father was a violent drunk, so she had a motive. - GL

Whatever. So it's solved then? – SH

Yes – GL

I turned off my phone, for good. I threw it on the couch and looked up at the doctor who was staring at me, "You seem to like staring at me," I smiled.

"You're pretty and interesting. Who wouldn't?" he grinned down at me. I closed the computer and put it on the floor beside his chair.

I rested my head on his knee and he slid his fingers through my curls. He pulled one of them out straight and let it recoil, "You know, if you had straight hair, it would be down past your ears," he observed.

"I know," I said looking up again and smiling. He let out a breathy chuckle and smiled once again.

I stood, grabbing his knees for support, and when I was finished, I looked down at John. I laid my hand on his cheek and he leaned into it as I stroked his temple with my thumb. I glanced at his watch, that wasn't there… damn.

But I decided to not care. It's still daylight, so somewhere around maybe 2:00. Instead, I sat on top of the short blond under me. The way my legs spread out over his made him support me automatically, which I was glad for.

I put my forehead to his and smiled, sighing. My lips settle over his and we both end up grinning, which allowed me to slip my tongue through his soft lips. We danced we each other for domination over each others' mouths and I giggled into him, which he returned with a moan.

He tilted his head in a way that helped him get deeper and he grabbed my arse, bringing me down again from the position I had taken over him. This made my bum brush over his groin and he still wasn't aroused. Not that I was trying to get him to that point, I just noted that it would take a lot more than just brushing over him.

Also, there's the fact that I'm not easily aroused either. I never was, I mean, yes, I've masturbated, but not as much as the average male. It doesn't interest me. well… there were those few times that John had pulled something and I had to hide that all fucking day, but other than that, no one else has ever gotten me aroused.

Even Adler didn't do much. Yes, she was attractive, but I didn't like her personality as much as I like John's. this was why I never got interested in anyone, because I didn't like their personality. Sure, there was Molly, but things would have gotten awkward if we got together and then split.

This was also why I was still a virgin. I just never got interested. Plus, almost no one has ever been interested in me in return. Yes, when I was a teen, I liked pretty girls, but then they deceived me, and I leaned more towards guys and they hurt me, too. So I had given up. Then there was John. Dear, adorable and sexy John.

Then I was reminded, "So," I settled and looked at him correctly, "How did things with Mary go?" I asked.

The mention of her made him smile then frown, "We're still friends. Sort of. We have to work together so we had to make up, just a little. She still hates me and I still regret everything. why do you care?" he eyed me suspiciously.

"I just wondered. You seemed to like her a lot. That's all." I instantly felt guilty for bringing it up, but I had to ask. And if it hadn't been now, it was later, and later wasn't good enough.

"It's fine, Sherlock. Just…"

"I won't mention it again. I just had to ask, you know?" he nodded in understanding. Again, the way he loves people so willingly, "Why do you love me?" I had the sudden urge to ask, and I had.

"Why?" he asked in confirmation. I nodded, feeling lost. "Well," he couldn't really find the words. Then he did, "You're you. The way you act. The fact that you say you have no feelings, but I can see right through you." he chuckled, "The fact that everyone else is oblivious to your inner workings, and I understand them completely. And despite what people think, we are very alike in many ways," he observed.

"Oh?" I ask, telling to go on.

We're both soldiers," I was confused, "We both fought and still fight a war with the people around us. disapproving and yet we don't care. Then there's the fact that we were both alone before we met. And we both despise Mycroft," we laughed softly at that one. "But," he continued, "we are different, but all the same," he said.

"I guess so," I never guess. But with this, I feel stupid. Because, "I never was able to observe that for myself. I always knew there was a bond between us, but I didn't think it was like that." and I just then realized that I had said all that out loud. I really need to keep my mouth shut.

"A bond?" he seemed surprised.

"Yes. I thought it was just a friendly thing. But apparently not," I admitted and laughed nervously.

"So, when you can't keep your mouth shut is when you need to, and when you need to say something, is when you're completely silent?" I nodded, feeling like an, "Idiot."

I looked back up at him, smiling. "I am, aren't I?" yeah. He nodded, "But you know you love me anyway," I grinned.

"I do," he admits. I would ask why, but he already answered that for me. "Speaking of Mycroft, how do we break this to him?" he asked.

"We don't," I say, "he'll figure it out at some point. Probably when we first walk in the room," honestly, he will. It'll be obvious when I waltz in, holding John's hand. I planned on doing that, too. Walking in, holding John. It would be funny to see Mycroft's face with that one.

(The rest of this day wouldn't have been interesting to a reader such as yourself, it was just watching crap telly and cuddling with John in my chair. It was nice to be in that situation, but for someone to read about, it would have bored you to death. So let's skip to that dream I had that night. That was interestingly terrifying.)

I wrapped myself around John and laid my head on his chest, "I love you," I had said.

I could hear the smile in his voice, "I love you, too," he had said. I fell asleep in his arms, but my nightmares didn't feel like giving me any peace…


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