A/N: I just want to apologize for the major typo in chapter 7. Yeah... a little secret that's not so secret? I'm pretty much the worst speller ever. I had originally typed 'pre-cynct', but the computer suggested 'cync' instead. I meant to say 'precinct'.
But yeah.
Sorry to Jen4850.
Now back to the story! (And rather quickly, cause I have a concert tonight!)
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Jane opened the door to her new room at a new boarding school. Well, it wasn't entirely her's, since all boarders have room-mates. This new one's name was Nikki.
"Hello?" she said.
"Hi," the boy standing in the doorway greeted. "I heard you just moved here. Settling in okay?"
She smiled wryly. "Yeah, great. Apparently you can't read, because this is the girls wing."
"Somebody's a sour puss," he joked. "Mind if I come in?"
"Actually, I do mi-" The boy walked in. "Hey! You can't just walk in here!"
"Sheesh! You really don't recognize me, do you?"
"No..." Jane said with confusion.
"I'm in your writing class. My name is Joe."
"Is that how it is here? You see someone and have the right to barge into their room?" Jane asked.
Joe thought about this a moment. "I'm not really sure how I should answer that..."
She glared at him. "What you should do is GET OUT!"
He held up his hands defensively. "Hey, no, wait. I wanted to talk to you about that one writing assignment. I was willing to help you on it."
"And what makes you think I need help?"
He shrugged. "Probably cause you just sat there for twenty minutes."
Jane smiled lightly. "Okay, fine. Maybe I was a little stumped. Happy?"
Joe began clapping loudly. "Bravo, Janie! You don't mind if I call you that, do you?"
"Actually, I do." She threw a pillow at him. "My dad used to call me that. He left after my mum died. Not that it would stop you from calling me it anyway."
Joe scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "I had no idea. So... about that writing assignment."
"Right," Jane said. "I got number six. An ex-boyfriend, a pair of binoculars, and a a good-luck charm."
"Sometimes it helps if you act it out," Joe continued. "Hey, want to come to my dorm? Max is out visiting all week."
She shrugged, ignoring the little voice in the back of her head. "Sure."
Next Morning
Jane snuggled into his side and inhaled his scent. She wasn't usually the kind to do something like this, but there was that scene with the ex-boyfriend and, well, one thing lead to another. They were just lucky no one had caught them. Yet.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Jane bolted up and suddenly realized something she should have realized a long time ago. This was wrong. No, this was more than wrong. She shook him awake. "Joe! Joe, get up, goddammit!"
"What?" he mumbled.
"For Christ's sake, put something on!" Jane hissed as she hurriedly put her own clothes back on.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Jane went over and opened the door. "Nikki?" she asked, confused. "How did you..."
"I saw you in the hall with him," Nikki explained. "There's a woman who came by looking for you. Said it was about something important."
"Who was it?" Jane asked.
"I dunno," Nikki replied.
"Well can you describe her?"
Nikki thought a moment. "Um... Let's see. Long black hair, Asian, really skinny."
"Hey, Jane!" Joe's voice called as Jane followed Nikki to their room. "Wait!"
"Joe, please!" Jane hissed. "Just leave me alone!" She continued to follow Nikki.
"Here," Nikki announced once they got there.
The woman which Nikki had described was standing at the far side of the room, her face solemn. She walked over to them and offered her hand to Jane. "Hi, I'm Joan Watson. Are you Jane?"
"Yes," Jane replied. "I am. And I don't shake hands."
Joan let her hand drop back at her side. "Look, I know this is going to sound strange, but I felt like I should do this. There's been an, um, accident."
Tension seeped quickly into Jane's body. Accident? There were several things that could be, none of them pleasant.
"Janie, sweet heart, there's been an accident."
Accidents never end well.
An expression of horror spread over her face and apparently Joe noticed it, for he was immediately at her side.
"What kind of accident?" she asked slowly.
Joan paused. "Maybe I should start at the beginning. I'm a sober companion. I work with recovering addicts." Was it a mistake to share this? No. This girl was obviously important to Sherlock. "While I was cleaning a couple of weeks ago, I found a stationary. And there were letters addresed to you. My client-"
"What is your client's name?" Jane asked.
"Sherlock Holmes," Joan replied. "He-"
A grim expression came over Jane's face. She pointed her finger at the door. "Get out."
"But-"
"I said get out!" Jane yelled, willing herself not to start crying.
Seeing defeat, Joan walked away from them, but stopped at the door. "It was cyanide poisoning. He's in a coma."
After she left, all Jane could think to do was cry. But she did not. She would not. Instead she just sank down onto her bed, covering her head with a pillow.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Nikki asked gently.
Jane shook her head."Déjà vu."
"What?"
"Nothing," she murmured, drifting slowly off to sleep. "Nothing."
A/N: There is you chapter. Special thank you to PhoenixGrifyndor, who left a review on almost every chapter. THANK YOU!
~Delila Jules
