"I don't actually have a place I'm staying," about ten meters away from the hospital, she spoke. She looked down when saying it, eyes on his shoes.
"Want to go get your shoes?" It occurred to him that they had looked expensive.
"Yes. And my suitcase."
"If you don't have a place you're staying, where's your suitcase? And where have you been staying recently?"
"Sally's house." It seemed to be her answer to both questions. He wondered who Sally was. He considered asking, but she started walking faster.
"Where is Sally's house?" He sped up also. A street sign said Cranley Gardens, and she turned onto that street.
"Shoes."
"Wouldn't it be faster to go the other way?"
"... Shoes." She didn't say anything else. Her voice was small. She walked quickly. He walked quickly also. John started to wonder who she was, how she knew Sherlock, who Sally was, why she was here without a place to stay long-term-
"Shoes." They were on the bridge again. She sat down beside them, eyes cast down, and started to put them on. She appeared to be blushing.
"... Are you alright?" She turned her head down farther. She was shaking.
"Hey, talk to me..." He crouched down in front of her, and she looked like she was crying.
"... What's your name?"
"E-evangeline..."
"Evangeline...?"
"Evangeline..."
"Okay. What's your surname, Evangeline?"
"I-i'm Ev... Evan... Evangeline H..." Her voice shook and it was hard to tell what she was saying.
"Okay. Evangeline. You need somewhere to stay tonight, right?" She nodded, and she was crying. Her pigtails bobbed up and down. Both her shoes were on.
"Do you want to come with me? I've got a flat, and I don't have a flatmate anymore." She shook her head violently, and opened her eyes.
"You do, you still do, he's alive..."
"How do you know?"
"I've been following him, he's alive..." She looked like she was getting more upset.
"Okay. I believe you. Do you want to stay with me tonight anyway?"
"A-alright..." She smiled. It was weak, but it seemed sincere.
"I didn't catch your surname, you were crying a bit..."
"I-it's... H-h..." She didn't seem able to say it, but John had a pretty good idea of what it was. The eyes, the posture, those goddamn cheekbones.
"Evangeline... Holmes?"
AN: Aaaaand here's the part where you all hate me for my Mary Sue. So. Yeah.
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