"Its crazy how you can go months or years without talking to someone but they still cross your mind everyday."
*Life is full of mistakes and Sherlock has made one of the biggest mistake he has ever done. John helps him out.*
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"Nevaeh?" Sherlock repeated her. She hummed in approval. He thought for a moment. He has never heard of that unique name. It clicked later on. "It's spelled Heaven, but backwards?" He asked again.
The girl nodded. Sherlock smiled, "I've never met a child named such a unique name." Nevaeh smiled as well, making his heart flutter a bit. Her smile was beautiful. "To be honest, I've never met a person named Sherlock, but I like yours." The black haired girl said.
Sherlock chuckled, earning a interesting look from John, but ignored him. "Thank you." He said, "I like yours too."
Never in a million years has he complimented, yet a child that is. John seemed to see that Sherlock was actually talking to a kid, who he only seen once and now it seems like he likes the kid. One of a kind.
Nevaeh beamed, "Thank you sir."
"You can call me Sherlock." He held out his hand, waiting for her hands to meet his. Nevaeh looked hesitant but eventually took his hand and he shook it slightly, ignoring the fact that she used her sore arm. She winced as she let go and let it fall on her side. Sherlock put his hands behind himself and let himself loosen up a bit.
"It was nice meeting you." Sherlock said, still smiling. The blue eyed girl nodded, "You as well. I think I've seen you before though." Sherlock nodded a bit of red came to his ears. Immediately John snickered and he then gave his colleague a glare. He then turned to Nevaeh, "Yes, I uh, apologize for staring at you, I was just...looking..." Not knowing what to say next, he heard the girl giggle.
"It's okay, I always get stares. You won't be the first or last." She sighed.
"Seems like your not very fond of those." Sherlock remarked.
Nevaeh shrugged, "I understand that they're trying to be empathetic, I just don't like being stared at, but it really can't be helped. The hospital are full of sick people who get the same reaction from other people."
Sherlock nodded, not sure what to say next.
"So, um..." She hesitated, "Why are you exactly here anyways? If you don't mind."
Sherlock totally forgot that he had a case on his hands before he heard crying from his colleagues daughter. "Oh, I was on a case, I guess fell off track when I heard my Goddaughter crying. So I followed her cries and I ended up here."
"You seem to care for your friends." Nevaeh pointed out, smiling shyly. Sherlock flushed a bit after that compliment. "I uh, thank you." The blushing detective stuttered.
John couldn't hold back the laugh that was bubbling in his throat. His laughed out loud. He had never seen his friend act like that before. Sherlock turned to John and scowled. Nevaeh just smiled.
"Shut up John." Sherlock told him. John shook his head, still getting his laugh in control. "Sorry, sorry. Just never really seen you be interacting with kids."
"Well, who wouldn't want to talk to when there's a sweet, beautiful, young girl. Certainly I wouldn't leave her hanging and not give her answers why there are random people here. I enjoy talking, John." Sherlock defended. John had his mouth gaped, astonished on how he called someone beautiful and he admitted that he liked talking to children.
Sherlock even seemed to be amazed that what he said, came from his mouth. He turned around to Nevaeh, worried that he might've insulted her, but to his surprise, her cheeks were bright red. She had never been called beautiful. She felt warm and fuzzy by what the man paid tribute to her appearance, considering she was wearing an ugly white gown, and she haven't taken a shower yet.
Nevaeh looked away from the man's face, trying to conceal her red face. She felt embarrassed, though, Sherlock seemed to be smiling at the scene, he had to say something. "Your smile is beautiful, you know. Don't hide it."
The girl looked up slowly and saw the tall man a little closer to her. He was hoping she would smile for him again. For some reason he felt a connection to the child and he enjoyed her presence. She finally had her head held high and smiled nervously. The ice around his heart swelled with some kind of warmth, melting it. It felt weird.
Nevaeh's smile faded as her she was felt dizzy. Her head fell on the hard cushion and she moaned. "Stupid transfusion." She mumbled.
Sherlock face turned concern for the girl. She didn't look to well. "You...you alright?"
The blue eyed girl nodded, "Symptoms from the Blood transfusion, it's normal."
"Oh okay." To be honest, he's never really paid attention about these kind of transfusions, even though he's been in the hospital multiple times, but it was new for him to see to another patient getting it. He would try to avoid the hospital as much as possible. But he felt bad for her.
"So do you have family around here?" Sherlock asked, trying to distract her. Straightaway he saw tears sprung through her eyes. He wasn't able to ask what was wrong and that if he did something wrong, when he heard a familiar voice calling him.
"Sherlock?"
Greg was looking around the hospital looking for Sherlock. 'Hospital is so huge.' Greg thought, looking at almost every room. Finally going to the last door, he peeked his head in, and saw...Sherlock!?
He could not believe this. He turned his head a little more and also saw John with Rosie watching this whole endeavor. He then turned again and saw the girl was blinking back some tears. 'Oh God, please tell me he didn't make a kid cry.'
The inspector stepped in, "Sherlock?"
Sherlock instantly turned around hurriedly and held up his hands as if he made a crime. "What did you do?" Greg asked, stern.
"I-I didn't do anything! I just asked a question!" Sherlock stuttered.
Greg raised his brow and crossed his arms, "Was it an offensive questions?"
"No!"
Greg sighed and ran his hand through his silver hair. "Let's just go and get this case over with. You alright kid?" He asked softly.
Before Nevaeh was able to say anything, a nurse popped herself in. She immediately went over her as she saw the girl rub the back of her hand, trying to wipe off the wetness that formed in her eyes.
"Let's get you back in your room." The nurse suggested.
The blue eyed girl totally forgot everyone was in the in the room and nodded solemnly. She got up and ignored the rest of the people as she left with the nurse behind her, disregarding the fact that she was really dizzy.
"Sherlock?" Greg asked again. "I didn't mean to make her cry!" Sherlock barked. "She just started tearing up when I asked her about her family!"
Rosie started crying after he yelled. Sherlock groaned while running his hands through his curly hair and pacing back and forth. John didn't even bother giving him a glare and went straight to comforting his daughter.
Greg exhaled through his nose and blew the air out his mouth. Deep breaths.
"Sherlock..." Greg started.
"What?" The detective practically spat out.
"What do you see when in most of patient rooms?" The inspector asked tenderly.
Sherlock blinked his eyes for a moment. "Uh, pictures,machines, bed, bathrooms and showers. But I don't see why this is relevant to why she was tearing up." He said.
"Look, think of something actually living other than inanimate objects."
"That doesn't really help." Sherlock huffed annoyingly.
"Think bigger. Use that big head of yours and figure out why she was teary-eyed." Greg said encouragingly.
Sherlock closed eyes and thought hard. He thought and thought, until it hit him. "She doesn't have a family..." He spoke slowly.
Greg nodded.
"That's why she has such a barren room...that's why! Yes she is sick, and obviously needs medical attention, hence why she has a room, but when I spoke about her family...I-I understand." Sherlock said quietly.
"Now you got it. What's going on with your brain of yours?" Greg half-heartily joked, but he could tell that his friend was still upset about the fact he made a kid cry. "Listen, you didn't know, though I am really surprised you didn't deduce it earlier...why didn't you?"
Sherlock looked at him, his steel eyes meeting Greg's eyes, "I honestly don't have clue...It's just like my brain kinda...shut down?" He questioned to his colleagues and himself as well.
The room was silent for a mere seconds until John got up, heaving Rosie up to his hip and spoke out. "Well Sherlock, how about this?"
The detective nodded, listening to his friends plan.
"You can visit her tomorrow. Let her rest today, and get her like a get-well teddy bear or card. You can be the first person to give her something. How does that sounds?"
"Mmm, that actually sounds like a brilliant idea...what if she doesn't like me though?" He asked, feeling disappointed.
"Please, I have never seen Nevaeh light up that much since she didn't have to get a blood transfusion that one time." A nurse said as she walked into the blood room.
"Really?" Sherlock asked, incredulously. The nurse nodded, "Yep, she never talks much. This is probably the first time she actually wanted to interact with another person, other than the nurses or doctor." She explained.
He quirked his lips up slightly. "Alright, I'll go visit her tomorrow, but I need your assistance John. You know more about kids."
"I'll be glad to help, mate." John smiled.
"Great! The less we talk, the more you can leave as soon as possible and get her something!" Greg said impatiently but also delighted that Sherlock was actually having human emotions now
"Yes, Lets." Sherlock said.
She knew the man wasn't being rude. Just curious, but her heart ached as he asked about her family. She wiped furiously at the rest of the tears that escaped her eyes, frustrated.
Nevaeh wished she could've erase that moment. It was stupid how she was about to cry. And also ignoring them. She was actually talking to him. Maybe become friends, but no. She had to mess up everything. Scolding herself was normal unfortunately.
She plopped herself on the bed, grimacing at she was now lying on her sore forearm. She was incredibly worn out now. Almost half asleep, she heard a knock. She turned her head to see the nurse come in.
"Would you like me to close the door?" The nurse asked her voice was kind. The girl nodded, and mouthed a thank you.
The woman smiled and grasped the door knobs, shutting the door as quietly as possible.
She sighed, satisfied when she found a good sleeping position and allowing her eyes to close and drift off to sleep.
Sherlock saw Nevaeh's room closed by a woman dressed in scrubs. He saddened as he could not even peep in to see if she was okay. At least he finished the case and now he can shop for the girl. God, he felt bad.
'Why emotions?" He asked himself, kind of annoyed.
John, Rosie and Sherlock walked out the hospital. He hailed a cab for them, and got themselves situated.
He was trying to think of a present for girl child and confessedly he doesn't know what to get kids for. That's why John was so useful. He loves kids, heck he already has one.
"So John, tell me, what do I get for girl, small ones to be exact."
John laughed at his friends description, "Well, for girls...small ones," John smirked and Sherlock rolled his eyes, "We'll go to a toy store."
"Smart." Sherlock said flatly.
"Hey, you'd be lost without me."
"...Trivial..."
John smiled in triumph.
The car ride was a silent one, only hearing the toy Rosie was shaking, intrigued by the thing. "Why am I so connected to that child?" Sherlock asked suddenly. John stared at him while he was looking at the window, eyeing some raindrops that were falling down and splatting onto it.
"There's no reason to be connected to a child. I am." John answered.
"Yes, but she is your daughter. You have reason to love a child. I don't. It just happened naturally...is it normal to feel close that fast?"
John thought for a mere second before nodding, "I would say so. You know when you found a special kid, and you just have to somehow connect with them. Nothing wrong with that."
"But that doesn't mean were alike. Everything will change. So how do you know that were going to connect?" Sherlock said quietly.
"Because Sherlock," John stated. "Change can be good." The detective raised his brow, confused.
"How about this? You do concoctions . They're completely different, But when you mix them together, they can turn into something amazing! And sometimes, they don't, but that's okay. You just gotta try. Understand mate?"
Sherlock nodded. At least he understood that, given the fact that he does experiments all the time, mixing stuff in a lab tube.
They arrived at the toy store and John paid the cabbie. Sherlock didn't acknowledge the cab as it rolled away, now, he was on a mission. They got in and Rosie made a happy gasp. A child's playground.
"I'm going to look around." John said as set Rosie on the floor so she could wander. Sherlock nodded and headed his own direction, grabbing a cart as well. He was eyeing some toys that didn't really pop his eyes out. Nothing really did until he saw the art category.
'Maybe she likes these?' Sherlock theorized. He grabbed an art journal and some supplies; Paint, pencils, colored pencils, pens, chalk, crayons,water colors, even calligraphy pens. Basically grabbed every single art he could grasp and even a book just in case she doesn't know how to draw. It was worth the shot.
He put them all in the cart and strolled into another section. Then he spotted something perfect; A white, medium sized teddy bear. It also had a big black bow on its neck. Sherlock smiled, 'Perfect!'
He grappled onto the bear and put it in his cart. He saw his colleague watching Rosie as she was playing with a small ball. He gracefully wheeled towards him. John looked up and saw a pile of art supplies, topped with a teddy bear. "See you found the art supplies." John commented.
"Obviously." Sherlock smirked.
"Yeah, yeah. Is that all? I'll be getting this ball for Rosie. So I am ready."
Sherlock hummed in response, letting John go in front of him considering it would take longer for him to go first.
John paid the ball and let Rosie play while Sherlock was putting the amounts of arts at the check-out.
"Anything else sir?" The clerk asked, finishing up the rest of scanning the arts. Sherlock shook his head. The clerk nodded, "That will be £167.78, sir." The tall man didn't hesitate. He took out his card, swiping and paying everything. He ignored John's facial expression and took the bags out from the store.
John hailed a taxi and helped Sherlock put his bags in the trunk.
They got in and let the taxi drive off.
It took a moment, but John was puzzled, "That was kinda expensive, don't you think?"
Sherlock shook his head and simply said, "No."
"Well alright."
For the rest of the ride was filled with silence, only hearing rain hitting the car. Sherlock was determined to make that girl feel better. And that was something he was looking forward to.
The cab dropped off Rosie and John first at their flat. Sherlock felt the vibrations of the door to the car close. He rolled down his window and John let his head peek in, obviously trying to say something important. "I'll be working tomorrow, so I'll see you then. Good luck, mate."
Sherlock nodded, and with his window going back up, he left.
He arrived at his own flat. His landlady heard the sounds of bags come to the door and Sherlock's feet dropping each step, despite her hearing, she could always tell the familiar footsteps.
Mrs. Hudson opened door and immediately saw bags under each his hand, bundled close. He ushered him to come him, considering it was raining still. He kissed her cheek as he came and settled the bags on the table. The older woman closed the door and her facial expression was just as confused than John's.
Sherlock detected his landlady's confusion and sighed, "I met a young girl, she didn't really have anything in her room, so I thought I would get her some things; more like art equipment."
"What on earth! How much did these cost, Sherlock?" Mrs. Hudson said, exasperated.
"More than a hundred pounds." Sherlock murmured.
"Hmm?" Mrs. Hudson hummed.
"I just...wanted to get her something." Sherlock mumbled unhappily, as the older lady seem to smile at his compassionate side.
"Oh dear, there's nothing wrong with that! I am glad you are helping out." Mrs. Hudson said, comfortingly. Sherlock gave her a small smile. "Would you like some tea?" Mrs. Hudson then asked.
The detective shook his head. "No I'm going to organize this stuff and then finish up a case."
"Alright dear, don't stay up to long, don't want to ruin tomorrow, now do we?" She asked, earning a small hint of a smile from Sherlock. With that she left in her own bedroom.
Sherlock sighed in relief, finally alone in his own flat, other than Mrs. Hudson. He took some art supplies out and settled them on the table, looking intently to see if it was good enough. Approving everything, he grabbed a large present bag and shoved it neatly in there, but leaving the bear out, not wanting to ruin it.
He looked at his phone and noticed it was about seven o' clock at night. Finding his computer and settling in his own chair, he started on his email and then straight for the case Greg had left him.
'Death caused by a large gash on their right hip, most likely bled to death...hmm.' Sherlock thought to himself. Making different speculations how it could've happened.2 hours later, he solved it, and sent the inspector a page full of evidence. With that sent and having absolutely nothing to do, he looked up how to interact with a child...orphan.
3 hours later, he fell asleep, mouth hanging wide open, his computer forgotten, Mrs. Hudson crept back in and saw it. She smiled gently and draped a blanket over him and left to go back in her room, getting ready for bed.
However, while Sherlock was asleep, Nevaeh was not. Seeing as the rain was gone and the sky was no longer cloudy, came out with multiple shining stars and one bright moon.
She would try to stay up past midnight to just stare at the moon and stars. It was some sort of therapy. Calming. Besides she took a 3 hour nap after her blood transfusion, so she couldn't really sleep yet.
Her eyes would glimmer when she would spot a shooting star, though she knew it wasn't even star. It was just a meteor crashing down through the ozone layer. luckily it would disintegrate before it even touched the earth.
It was the only thing she could do, other than people watch but it doesn't last long. This though, she can stare for hours. She always wanted to paint the sky and try to recreate it on a piece of paper, with some color.
But it was't like she had the tools to actually do it. Yeah sometimes she would draw stars on her hand and arms, maybe even her legs. But the doctor and nurses would scold her, and make her clean herself up afterwards.
She could hear the eerie whispers through the windows that were creaked open for her to listen. Nevaeh closed her eyes and smiled ghosted her lips. She too fell asleep an hour later.
Hmm, what is Sherlock up to? Who knows? Also yay, Mrs. Hudson now made her appearance :3 now we just need Molly and Mycroft :D
Please review and let me know about this Fic, I really am enjoy writing this and I want to be make it at least readable (〃-ー-)ノ
I also want to apologize that if it's going to fast. Like jumping to one to another and I'm really bad at slowing down and I'm sorry, at everyone XD
