Author's Note: Oh my Lord, I cannot stress how sorry I am for not posting anything in like, a millionty years. (Literally it's almost been a year) The two main reasons being my computer deleted a lot of the chapters I had for ALL of the fanfics I have on this site, and I'm also a professional procrastinator so yeah that's why too. But I'm not gonna keep giving excuses, and instead I'm going to get back into writing! So, if you have stuck with this story for this long, I appluad you and have a free virtual high five from me. Also a reminder that this is still set in season 2, but I'll get to season 3 and 4 eventually. The first part of this story is in third person, and then it goes back to Clara's POV. Anywho's, thank you again for reading, and I hope you enjoy!
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~Flashback~
"Have you found her yet?" Lestrade asked, running up to Anderson and Donovan.
"No, Sir." Donovan responded, out of breath from having to run room to room at Scotland Yard.
"How does an eight year old child hack into the British Government?" Anderson halfway yelled, also out of breath.
"I don't know! How did you not notice she was doing that?" Lestrade yelled back as his phone suddenly vibrated.
Anderson threw his hands in the air, "What eight year old child does that? I though she was playing with dolls or something!"
"Anderson, please." Donovan looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Do you think she would play with dolls?"
"We have a slight problem." Lestrade quickly interrupted, looking down at his phone. "Sherlock is here."
Anderson groaned and Sally rolled her eyes.
"Not that freak."
"Look, we got to find Clara before he does." Lestrade said in a panicky tone.
"What's so wrong if he knows about her?" Anderson crossed his arms, waiting for a good answer.
Sally looked at him as though he was stupid, "He'd probably use her as bait for one if his cases."
Before Anderson could either agree or argue, an ear piercing alarm began to go off throughout the whole building, making the three cover their ears. Lestrade nodded for them to go on, which is exactly what they did. Little did they know the girl they were looking for was hiding right around the corner, trying not to giggle over how funny it was to watch the three try to find her. As she turned to keep playing her game of hide and seek, she didn't notice someone swifty walking past her, causing the two to smack right into each other.
"Watch where you're going, child." A deep voiced boom, causing her to let out a small scream.
A man with dark curly hair looked at her in confusion, wondering why this little girl was acting as though she had done something wrong.
"Did you do this?" He asked, ater a moment of stunned silence.
Clara slowly nodded, waiting for the yells of dissaproval to fill her ears. But instead, the man simply shrugged and actually looked quite impressed at the chaos around them.
"Huh, nice job."
That was all he said, before walking off in the other direction. Clara waited for a moment before letting out a sigh of relief, and continuing her little game she started with Scotland Yard.
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After scolding Sherlock for halfway traumatizing Mrs. Hudson and Ace, we all took a cab to Scotland Yard to hear about the case that had Sherlock ecstatic. When we pulled up, Donovan and Anderson were waiting at the door for us, causing both Sherlock and I to sigh in frustration.
"Invite the whole neighborhood, why don't you?" Donovan sarcastically smiled at Sherlock and John when she saw me get out of the cab.
"Oh Donovan, how silly of you." I rolled my eyes, adding my own sarcastic remark. "The whole neighborhood isn't coming till noon."
Donovan scowled at me as I walked past her with as much sass as I could muster.
"So what is this case that has Sherlock thinking it's Christmas?" John asked as Lestrade joined our 'merry' little group.
"A couple of kids at Chiltren Hills Academy have come down with something." He responded, causing Sherlock to let out his normal groan of dissaproval.
"I thought this was supposed to be an interesting case!" He groaned, sounding like a child that was just told he couldn't have another biscuit.
"I haven't told you what their symptoms are." Lestrade quickly added, probaly afraid he'd lose Sherlock's attention. "The students are having hallucinations of things they fear. Their systems are clear of any drugs or poison. So, we don't know what's wrong with them."
"It has to be a drug, there's nothing else that could cause that." I crossed my arms, feeling like I'd basically wrapped up the case myself.
"Maybe even lack of sleep?" John suggested.
Lestrade shook his head, "I don't think lack of sleep would cause such vivid hallucinations."
"If not a drug, maybe a chemical? Maybe something in the water?" I added, since no one seemed to pay attention to my last statement.
Sherlock rolled his eyes, "Don't be stupid, that's too obvious. Besides, the medical team would have picked that up."
"Not unless it's an uncommon chemical or drug."
"Whoever did this isn't that dumb." He huffed, looking at me as though I were Anderson. "I would have thought someone of your intelligiance would have realized that already."
"Then what do you suggest it is, genius?" I shot back, feeling my face getting hotter.
"They obviously poisoned themselves." He shrugged, as though it were nothing.
"Sherlock, you just said the computers would have picked that up."
"Unless the poisoner erased any trace of it."
I couldn't keep myself composed any longer.
"That's basically the exact same thing that I just said!" I yelled, staring him down at this point.
Lestrade quickly stepped between us realizing the conversation probably wasn't headed in a good direction.
"Look, you two can work this out later. There'll be a cab waiting outside for you guys in a minute, it'll take you to the school."
"Well then let's go." I said, my eyes still locked with Sherlock's.
"Clara, it may be smarter if you don't go. We don't know what's causing this sickness, and I don't want to see you coming down with anything." John looked at me in concern.
I shook my head in disbelief over what he had suggested.
"You honestly don't think I'm going to stay behind?"
"Clara, listen to John." Sherlock agreed, probably just to tick me off even more.
I clenched my fist in anger, but there was nothing else I could say or do. Of course Sherlock was going to side with his boyfriend.
"Fine." was all I could say before I began to walk myself out of Scotland Yard.
"She's just as arrogant as you are." I heard Lestrade chuckle as I made my way towards the door.
I suppose he was comparing me to Sherlock, which was the last thing I wanted anyone to do. Still, I didn't know what else to do besides go back to 221B and wait for them to get back.
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It had been four hours, and Sherlock and John were still not back from Chiltren Hills. Which probably meant it was one of the best cases that we've had, and I'm missing it. The only good thing to come out if this, is the fact that I've gotten to try my hand at the violin for the past four hours. I'll admit it's quite calming once you get -
"Clara?" I heard from behind me.
I quickly turned around to see John standing there with a surprised look on his face. I did my best to hide the violin behind my back, even though you could plainly see that I had it.
"Please don't tell Sherlock." I blurted out.
"I didn't know you could play." John smiled reassuringly.
"Please?" I said, this time more desperate.
"I won't, don't worry."
I sighed in relief, "Thanks, and yes, I play."
"Where in the world did you learn?" He asked with genuine curiosity.
"I taught myself by watching Sherlock play. I studied his hand movements, and eventually learned which string made what sound."
"You got all that from watching him play?"
"It was quite simple really." I shrugged.
"I suppose there are worse habits a flatmate can have than playing the violin." He chuckled.
"Where is Sherlock anway?"
"After we left the academy, Sherlock was stopped by his brother."
I nodded, "Oh yeah, I remember Sherlock mentioning him."
"Well, they started arguing, but I was able to escape." John huffed.
I half smiled in amusement before I heard the door downstairs slam shut, and two people began to argue.
"It's him." John quickly warned after listening for a moment.
I hurried and put Sherlock's violin back in it's rightful place, before grabbing a book and plopping on the couch in a hurry. John grabbed his laptop, and sat in his usual place as well.
"If you don't stop paying me 'visits', I may just have to do something mean." Sherlock's voice filled the small apartment as he stormed in the room.
"Like you could ever be mean, Brother Dear." A voice, so familiar, retorted.
I looked up from my book to see Mycroft standing there with a smirk plastered on his face. I immediantly went back to looking at my book, hoping he wouldn't notice me.
"Clara?" I heard for the second time today.
I looked up again to see Mycroft staring at me with a mix of surprise and dissaproval.
"Oh hey." I smiled nervously.
"What are you doing here?" He said angrily walking towards me.
"Oh yes. Mycoft, this is Clara Helmes." Sherlock interrupted, sounding slightly confused.
"I know." Mycroft looked at him as though he had done something wrong.
"Wait, how do you know each other?" John glanced at Mycroft and I.
"You could say we've met before." I answered.
"So, that's why I haven't seen you around lately. You've been here." Mycroft said, looking around the flat as though it was the most disgusting thing he'd ever seen.
"How do you guys know Mycroft?" I asked Sherlock and John, trying my best to ignore his statement.
"He's Sherlock's brother." John stated as though it was such a common fact.
I looked at both Sherlock and Mycroft in complete and utter confusion.
"What?"
Sherlock rolled his eyes, "That's exactly what I said when my parents confirmed we were actually brothers.
"So you're the one that sent the truck full of manure." I accused, referring to a couple weeks ago with the whole exploding building incident.
"So that's what that smell was." John said, as though he had just cracked The Da Vinci Code.
"Yes, John. Try to keep up." Sherlock rolled his eyes before glaring at Mycroft. "Would you just go?"
"Fine." He grumbled. "Just remember what I said, Clara."
I felt my stomach drop as he stormed out of our flat.
"What did he say to you?" Sherlock asked quizzically.
I shook my head,"It's nothing. Look, have you solved the case yet?"
Sherlock sat down in his chair, still seeming suspicious, "It's a working progress."
"I still think it's a drug. I mean, you could look at the students medical files and see if they've been to the doctor's lately for any odd symptoms. Then you could decide on which drug or poison it is, depending on their symptoms." I suggested again.
"She's got a good point, Sherlock." John sided with me.
"No, she doesn't." Sherlock angrily glared at John.
I rolled my eyes at how much of an arse he could be sometimes.
"How bout I go and get us some chips?" John suggested, probably sensing my frustration.
"Sure, that sounds lovely." I smiled, trying to show my appreciation to how kind he was being, unlike Sherlock.
John smiled back and made his way towards the door. He didn't bother waiting for Sherlock's opinion on the matter, since he had already slipped into this thing that he calls 'his mind palace'.
"Guess I'll go make tea." I muttered under my breath after John had left.
"What about me?" Sherlock asked as I walked past him, eyes still closed from concentrating .
"I'm leaving you to die of thirst." I responded flatly from the kitchen.
"You know I wouldn't actually die of..."
"Yes, I know, Sherlock." I huffed as I walked back in the room, and sat back down on the couch."So what are you cooking up in that little mind palace of yours?"
"You." He stated as though it were nothing.
"Me?" I asked, actually curious. "What am I doing in there?"
"You're trying to make me feel guilty."
"Guilty of what? Not admitting I was right about it being a drug." I smirked and crossed my arms. "Your brain came up with me because I was right, and you needed to be humbled. Isn't that right, Holmes?"
Sherlock opened his eyes suddenly, "That night. The night I met you in that alley, why did you shoot those men?"
"Why didn't you break my arm?" I asked back, purposely trying to avoid his question.
"It wasn't necessary, I knew you'd give me the ring back." He shook his head, trying not to get distracted.
"Didn't know I was that predictable." I said, pretending to be offended.
"Why did you shoot those men?" He asked again, but this time he seemed more desperate.
"Why wouldn't I? Those blokes were getting on my nerves."
"That's not why you did it, and you know that. You had pity on me."
I was slightly enjoying knowing more than him.
"No, not pity." I leaned in closer to him from where I was sitting. "That's just what people do."
"Clara Helmes, the girl who is seemingly impossible." He smirked, cocking his head to the side.
"I'm flattered." I replied sarcastically. "Besides, I'm not impossible. Unless..."
"Unless what?"
A huge grin set over my face, "Unless I've stumped you."
"Stumped me? You've not stumped me." He said defensively.
I stood up, "Then why would I shoot two men for a person I didn't even know?"
He stood up as well and walked towards me, "Who are you?"
"Who do you think I am?" I smirked, before grabbing my coat, and heading towards the door.
"Wait, where are you going?" He asked quickly.
"I think I'll go help John get those chips." I shrugged, before walking out the door.
As soon as I had left 221B, I had to do everyting I could not to burst out laughing. True there was a lot of things Sherlock didn't know about me, but it was fun torturing him with it. Espicially when he's been an arse to me the entire day. To be honest though, I had no idea where John had gone to get chips, but I suppose I'd find him soon enough. I got so caught up with my amusement with Sherlock though, that I hadn't even noticed when I was in the middle of downtown London. I looked around to get my surrondings, and to my horror, there was man wearing a baseball cap with the words 'London' on it who was so caught up with listening to the music that was being played through his earbuds, that he wasn't able to notice he was walking straight into on coming traffic.
I sprinted as hard as I could, pushing any person that was in my way. I grunted as I grabbed him and we both toppled over to the other side of the sidewalk. I picked myself up quickly, still breathing heavily from running so hard.
"Oi, you need to watch where you're..."
I felt my face go pale as any good feelings of saving this man went away. The man grabbed me by the wrist, and we locked eyes.
"Hello, Ms. Clara." He grinned.
I had just saved James Moriarty.