The week I was given was drawing to a close. It was already Thursday and I left tomorrow night, when the boys sleep. If Sherlock really was a genius he already knew that I was hiding something. He always knows when i'm lying, ever since that night at least. I like to believe that we bonded over that time.
John tells me that the only thing that Sherlock likes is big brains, especially his own. The three of us at the house know different, three being , John, and myself. Because after that day Sherlock has become a little more human around me, and i'm not exactly sure how i'm going to do this to him. I feel like a traitor to both John and Sherlock for leaving without saying anything. John is my family and Sherlock is my home. I know we can do this.
After the day had passed and I got them both drunk enough to kill two horses I took them back to the house. Sherlock almost immediately started for his violin but fell in a pile of blankets and did not move. John was sitting laughing on the couch. I gave them both one stuffed animal to cuddle with before I proceeded. They fell asleep by the time I got done packing my things .I sat them all outside in the hall. I really did want to help in some way and I think that this is just the thing to do. Just a phone call away was Mycroft the slightly older Holmes brother. While they slept I transferred all my things with some man. He didn't talk much until after we left baker street. Mycroft said if he were busy that he would have someone pick me up anyway. My uneasy heart was resting for awhile. I have to trust someone eventually.
Other then politely helping me get my things into the car I didn't read much off of him witch reminded me of Sherlock and his brother. Though once we were in the car and driving for a few minutes we had the radio turned on very softly witch was comforting. My homesickness was starting to be visable since i nearly curled up in a sad tired ball. Then the man driving turned and looked at me while we waited at a stoplight.
" I suppose we should introduce ourselves? "
" I'm Skylar, nice to meet you Sir.."
" Ohh...Sir...I like that. "
He said, his lips curling in the corners into what one could call a smile. A devious smile. It was offputting at first but I was too tired to compleatly judge the situation.
" What...about your name? "
" Oh excuse me, what awful manners. My name is James, you can call me sir. I like that. "
" Yes sir..Nice to meet you."
" The pleasure is all mine."
As the car hummed I felt myself becoming tired as one would sitting in a car listening to soft music. Though the pair kept up for much longer talking. He spoke of the place she would be taken ,his brother, and small talk like their favorite music. Eventually I would fall asleep in the midst of a conversation about the need for Doritos in this economy.