Hello again, after a short break!
So...Last chapter was a lot of fun to write, and hopefully read, and I hope this was will be too ;)
The beginning of this chapter is going to be something a little different, only for a few sentences, though, just to test it out, and to maybe add a little bit to the story, other than the cases. I write in third person point of view all the time, but I'm not used to changing from first to third in a chapter. Usually my stories are in first or third, never both, so I wanted to try it, to give some insight. If you don't like it, please tell me, and I will try to find a way to add these little things another way, which wouldn't be hard at all! I've done it once before with The Blind Banker at the end, but not with my own material.
Anyway, I don't think I have anything else to say, other than enjoy!
Martha Louise Hudson trudged up the stairs, carrying a tray of punch and some snacks for Elizabeth and Sherlock-more for Elizabeth, though. She knew Sherlock wouldn't eat much, if he ate at all.
She reached the top of the stairs, a smile on her face, ready to greet with two, but she stopped instantly, her smile widening, and she almost squealed with delight. Elizabeth and Sherlock were wrapped in a tight embrace, swaying back and forth to music that only they could hear.
The older woman leaned against the doorframe, watching the couple, wistfully, remembering the days when her and her late husband were that young.
She was going to turn and walk away, taking the snacks back to her flat, when Sherlock's eyes cracked open, landing on her. Her eyes widened, and she knew that he knew she had been standing there for a while, but instead of scowling at her, and making a scene, disturbing the moment, he cracked a small smile, and mouthed a 'thank you'.
A few weeks back, Sherlock had stormed into her flat in the middle of the night, waking Mrs. Hudson and forcing her into the living room to talk. Confused, and a little worried, she obliged, listening intently to something she never thought she would hear come from Sherlock.
He talked about Elizabeth-how she confused him, and made him feel. Mrs. Hudson hold back giggles. She knew exactly what he was feeling, and informed him of what she knew he was feeling, causing him to storm out of her flat, only to run back in a few hours later, asking what he should do.
Mrs. Hudson grinned and walked away, a smile permanently plastered on her face, part of her worrying about John when he came home and found them…
The soft swaying causing the rhythmic creaking on the floor, almost like a rocking chair, coupled with my exhaustion, I was almost put to sleep, but instead of succumbing to it, I turned my head, causing Sherlock to raise his and look down to at me.
"What are you doing?" I asked. His brows furrowed.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, why are you doing this. This isn't like the Sherlock Holmes I've come to know." I said. Sherlock smiled.
"Is that bad?" He asked, and I shook my head quickly.
"No, no, it's not bad at all, just…" I closed my eyes, nuzzling into his shoulder. "...unexpected." I finished.
"Hmm." He hummed, leaning his head back on mine.
"And a bit...suspicious. Sherlock, what are you up to?" He shook his head.
"Nothing. I have to be up to something to be nice and romantic?"
"Romantic?"
"Oh, come on, Elizabeth, you can't be completely daft."
"'Completely daft'? You were doing good, Sherlock Holmes. You were doing good." I laughed. I felt him smile, and I raised my head to look at him. His smile was different, though. Oddly warm-well, for Sherlock anyway- and genuine.
I smiled back at him, and his eyes locked onto mine. I tried to look away, but I couldn't, and I felt blood rush to my cheeks again, and I knew it was visible. Sherlock chuckled quietly, bringing up a hand to cup my red cheek, brushing his thumb against it lightly.
He leaned in slowly, but then stopped, as if he was waiting for me to push him away. I didn't push away, nor did I really want to. When he saw that I wasn't going anywhere, he began to lean in again, and closed his eyes. I closed mine as well, as his lips lightly brushed against mine.
"Bloody hell!" I heard someone shout, and my eyes shot open. I tried to push away from Sherlock, but he kept his arms locked around me. I looked at him, and his face was full of amusement, while mine, I'm sure, was one of complete terror.
I turned my head to find that my fear had been confirmed. John was home.
"Welcome home, John." Sherlock said. "How'd it go?"
"Wha-." He stopped, holding up a finger. "What… what are you doing?"
"Kissing, John. You're not stupid. Isn't that what people do?" Sherlock asked, jokingly. John only shook his head, and smiled a terrifying, mysterious smile that usually made its appearance when John was truly upset. And it scared me.
"You two…" Poor guy, couldn't get out a full sentence. "No." He shook his head.
"Why not?"
"Because you…" He pointed at Sherlock. "are you. And she" he pointed to me "is my little sister." Sherlock shrugged.
"Yes, I know she's your sister. You told me a few days before she came "Sherlock, my sister is coming to stay'."
John wasn't having any of it. He marched into the room, and grabbed my arm, pulling me to sit on the couch, and then pulled Sherlock back to the kitchen.
"Stay there. Both of you."
"Yes dad." I said. He sent me a glare, and plopped down on his chair.
We sat like that for a long while, and Mrs. Hudson, hearing the noise John had made, came up the stairs with some drinks. There were only three hours to go, and I was getting anxious.
Deciding that something to eat or drink might calm my nerves, I walked to the kitchen, John's eyes following me the whole time, and grabbed a drink from Mrs. Hudson's tray.
"Poison." Sherlock said quietly. I looked over at him.
"What are you going on about?" Mrs. Hudson asked. Sherlock slammed his hands on the table, causing Mrs. Hudson and I to jump.
"Clostridium botulinum!" he exclaimed. Mrs. Hudson ran out of the room and John joined us. "It's one of the deadliest poisons on the planet! Carl Powers!"
"He was murdered?" I asked.
Sherlock jumped from his chair and walked over to where the laces from the shoes were hung.
"Remember the shoelaces?" Sherlock asked. "The boy suffered from eczema. It's be the easiest thing in the world to introduce the poison into his medication. Two hours later he comes up to London, the poison takes effect, paralyses the muscles and he drowns."
"Wouldn't the autopsy pick it up?" I asked, but Sherlock shook his head.
"No, It's virtually undetectable. Nobody would have been looking for it." He walked to his laptop, and began typing furiously.
"So how did you find it, then?"
He pointed to the laces. "There were still tiny traces of it left inside the trainers from where he put the cream on his feet."
"Ah. Clever." I said.
"That's why they had to go."
"So how do we let the bomber know…" John asked.
"Get his attention. Stop the clock."
"The killer kept the shoes all these years." I said.
"Yes. Meaning…?"
"He's our bomber." I finished. Sherlock smiled at me just as the phone rang, and Sherlock rushed to answer.
"Well done you." I heard a woman say. Poor girl was obviously bawling her eyes out, and I couldn't blame her. "Come and get me."
"Where are you? Tell us where you are." Sherlock said loud and clear
The next morning, we headed to Scotland Yard first thing, into Lestrade's office. Sherlock stared out of the window while John and I sat in front of Lestrade's desk.
"She lives in Cornwall." he told us, leaning back in his chair. "Two men broke in wearing masks, forced her to drive to the car park and decked her out in enough explosives to take down a house." He explained. I shook my head, wondering who could do something like this. That was horrible. "Told her to phone you. She had to read out from this pager." Lestrade threw a peger across the desk and I picked it up to look at it.
"And if she deviated by one word, the sniper would set her off." Sherlock concluded.
"Or if you haven't solved the case."
"Oh, elegant." Sherlock walked back to the window. I heard John sigh beside me.
"'Elegant?'"
"But what was the point?" I asked. "Why would anyone do this?"
"Oh-I can't be the only one who gets bored."
It was silent again for a moment, before the phone beeped. John picked it up, and unlocked it.
"You have one new message." it announced. Sherlock joined us at Lestrade's desk, and the phone sounded the Greenwich pips again, but this time, there were four.
"Four pips?"
"First test passed, it would seem. Here's the second." Sherlock held up the phone for all of us to see. An abandoned car, driver door opened, the number plate visible.
"It's abandoned, wouldn't you say?" Sherlock asked. I nodded.
"I"ll see if it's been reported." Lestrade told us as Donovan walked into the room, holding a phone.
"Freak, it's for you." She announced. I wondered who she was talking about, but Sherlock stepped forward, taking the phone from her hands, and walking out of the room to talk.
I sat in a chair in front of Lestrade's desk.
"Listen, um…" John started. I looked to him, waiting for his to continue. "Last night." was all he said, and I knew what he was talking about. Inodded.
"Yeah, what about it?" I asked. John shook his head quickly.
"No. Nothing, nothing. I just...it was odd." He said, not looking at me. "I...I don't want to talk about this now, but we are going to talk about it." He told me.
We fell silent again, then John shifted in his chair. "I mean, I know neither one of us have known him very long, but I have known him longer than you."
"Oh, so you want him to yourself." I smiled. "Okay, well I'll stay out of your way, but I don't think Sherlock feels the same about you." John was shaking his head and holding a finger up in the air to stop me. I laughed at him.
"No,no, that's not what I'm saying at all. I'm just saying..." he stopped and sighed. After a long pause he spoke again. "Sherlock is a great man. Lestrade told me that himself, and I believe him. He also told me that one day, if we are lucky, he'll be a good one, and I believe that as well."
"Where are you going with this?" I asked.
"Im saying that although he is a great man, he may not be the best man for you. He's a sociopath, Elizabeth. I know you have taken psychology classes and sociology classes."
"John, I know you want whats best for me,; you're my big brother. And i have taken psychology and sociology classes and I have done research on sociopaths and psychopaths myself: looked at famous sociopaths and psychopaths throughout history, interviewed people for essays-I know. I've learned a lot about them, but there's something different about Sherlock. I don't really think he's a sociopath, he just doesn't show his emotions a lot, and that's okay. And I know sometimes he can be cold and cruel, but I don't think he's a sociopath." I explained. John was listening intently and nodded slowly, looking at his shoes. "And about him not being the best guy for me; shouldn't i find that out for myself?"
John said nothing else as Lestrade hung up the phone, not hearing our conversation.
"We've found it." He said, walking out of the door, and John and I jumped to follow him.
Sorry this took so long. I went my dads and haven't had a lot of time to write as much as I thought I was going to.
Reviews:
Arrggghhh! The feels
This chapter seemed a tad jumpy - from scene to scene, but I understand why at the end! I'm sick in bed today and this brightened up my world :) Thank you for that. I love that extra section out of the script. It is great to see what else happens around the case, and Elizabeth is a great asset to further explore the world of Sherlock.
Man, I hope that makes sense.
I hope you do get to your goal - I too didn't tell my family or friends for a while when I wrote ages ago. I might pick up the pen and write a fan fiction again...but eh. Don't be terrified, you've done well. What you are doing is a skill in itself, and maybe some of your friends will think strangely of you, and maybe your parents will be concerned, but always remain true to who you are and write what you want to. It took me a long time to learn that lesson, but now I am too terrified to write fan fiction again. Stay strong, and I love everything you've done so far.
Sincerely,
The Supreme General
(Sorry about the long review)
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Sorry it was so jumpy. you were not the only one to catch that and when I went back and read it, I caught it as well. Sorry about that. I hope this one was better!
And I'm sorry you were sick, and I'm glad I could help. I hope you're feeling a thousand times better!
And thank you so much for your advice. It has helped me now, and I'm sure it will years later :) Thank you!
Woohoo! Congratulations on the success of your story! It definitely won't be a problem for you to get to 100 follows and favorites. If I told my family that I wrote fanfiction, they'd just be like: woo, that's great. And then they'd forget the next day, but I do tell my close friends.
I've read tons of fanfic that basically retell the episodes and follow the transcripts with a little bit of their own twist, and I've watched the entire Sherlock twice so I pretty much know all the action and dialogue about to occur. Reading and watching the same storyline over and over and over again gets a bit tedious, so I really like how you added your own scenes and dialogue, because they give me something new to look forward to, and I can't wait until you add your own mini-cases from the books.
I also like how Molly and Elizabeth reacted towards each other. I could see them becoming good friends.
Hope your finger is feeling better!
-GraySnowie
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Thank you! And I have a feeling that may be some of my family that I can name, but ah well.
And I agree with you. Reading and watching the same thing over does get a bit boring, and in the past I haven't done the best job adding my own scenes, but I do plan to add more. And I am extremely excited to cases from John's blog and the books. I have yet to see someone do that, and while I'm excited, I'm also a bit nervous, but I am excited to write them. It should be interesting.
I have read many a fanfic where Molly and the OC don't get along...at all. And while that's fine, I'm not a big fan of their rivalry. I adore Molly, and I think she would be sport if Sherlock were to have a significant other.
And thank you. My finger is feeling a lot better. Sometimes it just hiccups, but it is much better. Thank you!
narutonarutolove:im so glad! i loved how you added the dancing scene, -thumbs up- made it your own. good progress!
But now im worried, since apparently you dont want to deviate from canon (original story line) and im wondering how eveythings gonna end up in the last episode of season 2, the fall.
Gosh, i hope that doesnt happen.
Another thing, deviating isnt such a bad thing, if you've got a nice plot, you can still write Moriarty, but with your own plot. its not that difficult. you come across as a person who this might not be much problem of. thinking up a plot.
Im glad the story was updated quickly, i have a tendency to forget stories i read the more time passes.
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I'm still thinking about the Fall. I want to change some things with that if I can. I'm not quite sure how I'm going to do that yet,.but i do have some ideas.
And I'm sorry this update was a little late. The next one shouldn't take as long.
Thank you so much for your advice and your review!
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Hi!
I am quiet liking this fic, its often interesting to see how an oc can fit into the storyline. I would make one suggestion for the improvement of the stroy flow tho, when the scene jumps, ie. the next day or a few hours later or the like, show it in some way with a line break with a symbol or something, it will help with flow.
-TempestinTime
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Hello! I'm glad you my fanfiction, and I'm sorry about the last chapter's flow. I hope this one flowed a bit better.
I love it. Please update again soon.
-wolviegurl
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I'm glad you love it, and I'm sorry this one was so late. The next one won't take as long, promise!
(I got a a Guest(s) so I will post them all here with the chapter number they reviewed on, since the are short and I can respond to all of them at once.)
Guest(s)
Chapter 3:
Love your story!
Chapter 8:
Okay, I am seriously in love with your story!
Chapter 9:
Love the story!
Thank you so much, dear, whoever you may be! I'm glad you love it!
I believe that's it, and Im sorry about any mistakes. I am writing on my tablet, and I hate it because I get in a hurry and always hit the wrong keys. I tried slimming through and catching them, but I don' if I got all of them. I'm also sorry it's so short. The next one longer.
Catch. You. Later.