A/N: (( Thank you to those who have been reading so far, and have even followed/favourite. It really did surprise me after posting only two chapters.
This chapter is a bit longer. It was a killer to write, partly because I rambled halfway through. It was originally longer than this, but while editing I managed to condense it down to the important stuff.
In reply to Brynchilla, Mycroft will be making an appearance soon. I have already written that chapter, it just needs checking before I post it. (:
Anyway, enjoy. I maybe tried too hard with this...
Rate & review! (: ))
"Interesting?" Amy could feel her forehead crease into a frown while she stared at the tall, thin man in front of her.
"Yes."
Shuffling on her feet, she placed a hand upon her side. Amy was curious to know what he meant. The fact that he didn't know her was even more intriguing. She smiles nervously, waiting for an answer, her tilting ever so slightly to one side.
"You've lived an unconventional life," Sherlock spoke, matter-of-factly.
Shaking her head, she chuckled. "Hardly. It's been pretty normal," she lied and moved to grab her suitcase. Throwing it down on the bed she prepared to unpack her things. The room would definitely feel like her own in time.
As she went about her business, Sherlock observed her more, and a smirk curled at his mouth. "I doubt that." He knew. He could tell just by looking at her close enough that he life had been less 'normal' than usual.
"What's interesting about me?"
The phone started to ring loudly from the other room.
Brilliant timing.
"Everything."
"Everything?"
"When I say everything, I mean most things..."
"Right..." Amy came across as confused. After scanning him up and down, her eyes darted in the direction of the living room, the sound of the phone bellowing out to be answers. "You should get that."
He simply stared at her. It seemed as if he was figuring something out - or trying to, like a mathematician trying to solve a tricky sum.
By instinct, Amy went to go and answer the phone herself when she realised he wasn't shifting. Well, she did now live there. But he stopped her seconds later.
"No, it's fine, I'll get it," he told her. He left her room. The phone call had interrupted their conversation and his train of thought. That annoyed him. He had been in the middle of deducing Amy. He had worked out that she had married and had been a model. She had also been travelling. Normally, he would have had some idea where. However, there was something unusual about her travels... What it was, he couldn't quite put his finger on.
The phone call hadn't been anything that important. It had only been Lestrade wanting Sherlock to nip down to the Yard just to finalise a few details on their last case. It hadn't really surprised Sherlock that it had taken the police so long to bring the murderer to justice - they were idiots. He didn't see how they needed him to finalise details. Surely they were quite capable of at least doing that by themselves. Having said that, Sherlock had solved the case. It had been a tricky one, but that had not fazed him, and he had solved it within a couple of days. He had all of the facts. The police had them too, but as said, they were idiots.
Anyway, if he didn't go, Lestrade would only keep asking, or possible arrive on his doorstep. Lately Lestrade had been all for annoying Sherlock. He hadn't exactly forgiven the consulting detective for making everyone believe he was dead for a while.
"I have to be somewhere," Sherlock informed Amy, shrugging into his coat.
The red head faced him. She didn't ask where he was off to.
"Feel free to make yourself at home."
With that, he left, leaving Amy pondering on their brief conversation. What did he mean by interesting? Of course, she was aware that there have been some interesting aspects of her life - the travelling through space and time being the . But he knew nothing about that, did he? How could he? How could anyone?
An hour and a half had passed until Sherlock arrived back at the flat.
In that time, Amy had unpacked her things, opened the living room curtains, allowing a fresh stream of light into the room (the light was almost blinding at first as the snow outside seemed to make everything brighter); she had also managed a trip to the shops. When she had gone to make tea earlier there had been no milk. In fact, there had been little of anything edible in the fridge. Instead, she had come across fingers - human fingers! - In the bottom compartment, yellow at the nails and bloodied at the ends, bagged up. She had seen strange things while travelling with the Doctor, things stranger than a bag full of human fingers, but the fact that they had been kept in a place made to store food was what shocked her and made her question the man she was staying with further.
As Sherlock arrived she was finally making tea for herself. Then she decided to make one for him. He didn't seem too bothered when she placed the mug down on the desk as he tapped away at his laptop.
"I don't remember asking for one."
"No, I thought you might like one."
"Why?"
Thinking for a moment, she then shook her head. "It doesn't matter." She went to take away his tea.
"No, no, it's fine. I'll have it... Thank you."
She suddenly smiled. With her hands wrapped around the warm mug she took a seat at the desk opposite him, watching as he concentrated on whatever was on his laptop. Her phone buzzed in her pocket. She saw that it was Rory calling her when she pulled it out. He had called her several times since she had left even though she had told him not to. She understood why. He loved her, missed her. She missed him, too, and still loved him. But she couldn't go back. She couldn't hurt him.
He deserves to be happy.
Hesitantly, she rejected the call. It was for the best.
Sherlock noticed how she carelessly placed her phone on the desk, as well as how her expression saddened.
Pushing the thoughts of her estranged husband from her mind, Amy set her attention back onto her flatmate. "So, come on, tell me. Why am I interesting?"
It had been bugging her since he had left. It was hard to keep herself from asking. Since meeting the Doctor in her childhood she had become naturally curious over everything.
Leaning back in his chair, Sherlock vaguely smiled, examining her once more, taking in her question.
"You've been travelling. It wasn't that long ago, I'd say a year or so, and you travelled with a friend. They weren't just any old friend, they were someone you have known since you were a child, although you probably didn't see them as much as you would have liked to. The trip was long and adventurous, and now you miss it. It's taken you a while to adjust to the normal life again. There's something about your travels that stands out from the typical holidays people often take. I don't even think yours was a holiday, definitely not one that was planned anyway. It was far more than a holiday. But what, is the question..."
He hasn't touched upon the space and time thing then...
"In-between that you got married and you also had a child who you don't see much. Eventually, you decided to stop travelling to live a happily married life with your husband. I suspect that most people do. In that time you became a model, a job you thrived on. It's only until recently that you quit the job. Things started to go wrong in your marriage. You left him and you home; now you're here as an attempt at what people call a 'fresh start'. But you still love your husband and you still miss your friend."
Swallowing hard, Amy did her best to compose herself. While Sherlock had been rambling away, her phone had ringed another two times. Each time she rejected. Shock washed over her in an instant.
Okay, this is new...
"How do you know that?"
"You've done a lot for a woman in her late twenties," he said, ignoring her question.
"Early, actually."
"I'm sorry..?"
"I'm twenty-four." She came across as uncomfortable and was gripping hard at the mug.
Sherlock soon leaned forwards, elbows resting on the desk top. "Really?" he said, intrigued. "You look older..."
Yes, she did look older, though not by much. Amy had noticed it - it was all down to the travelling. There was only a slight older appearance about her. No-one ever seemed to notice so it couldn't be that drastic. He had. He must be really clever if he had spotted this. Or maybe he just had good eyesight?
No, he was definitely clever.
They stared at each other for a moment. She stared rather blankly at him. He knew about her life and they had only met a few hours ago. She hadn't mentioned anything to anyone about her past, not Molly, not Mrs Hudson, certainly no-one Sherlock knew. So how..?
She didn't like it. It felt like her privacy had been invaded. It had amazed her, yet it had also made her uneasy, especially because he had brought up the subject of her marriage. If she wasn't feeling so uneasy she would have questioned him about this more, only she couldn't bring herself to speak.
So she stood up and left, full of amazement, confusion and hurt. She needed to think.
A/N: ((Also, I'm not sure at which point exactly Amy started aging (I think it was during series 7 actually) but I feel that she'd probably have aged a bit more before then due to the travelling back and forth and whatnot. ))
