Sorry it took this long to update! I've been suuuper busy with college starting back and whatnot. Also, HOLY CRAP - Over 100 followers! Thank you guys so, so much.

Anywho, here's a nice long chapter to say sorry for the delay. Enjoy!

'There's something strange about that Joe.' I say to John, all mysterious and wide-eyed. He looks at me bemusedly. 'Why's that?' I shake my head, staring out the window, and in that same mystical voice I say; 'I have a foreboding.' John laughs uneasily, and I can tell he's unsure whether I'm joking or not. I continue to gaze out the window, hiding my smirk. Sometimes I think John forgets I'm not from their world or, more importantly, that I know what happens in the end.

But it doesn't bother me. In fact, I wish everyone would treat my secret as John does – as though it doesn't exist.

But alas, you had to blab out everything to Moriarty, Aud. And now he's going to use you. Or turn you into shoes. Or like, a lampshade or something.

I shudder at the thought. As we pull up outside 221B, I see Sherlock approaching a homeless girl whose tangled and knotted hair would give Radagast the Brown a run for his money. John hops, skips and jumps from the taxi to inform Sherlock of our recent findings, but Sherlock interrupts him before he gets the chance to tell him.

'No, back in the cab. Whatever you need to tell me can wait.' Sherlock flounces past him, a thin slip of paper grasped firmly in his hand. He jumps into the seat beside me, grinning triumphantly. I glance at John's disheartened expression and scowl at Sherlock. 'Don't smile Sherlock, it really doesn't suit you.' I snap at him. He quirks an eyebrow but remains silent.

'Er…Where to now?' John asks, attempting to break the awkward silence between myself and Sherlock.

'Vauxhall Arches.' Sherlock replies stiffly. John stares at him confusedly.

'Oh shit, the Golem!' I gasp, forgetting my annoyance with Sherlock. He looks at me, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. 'Precisely.'

I rack my brains, trying to remember how tonight's events will plays out.

Aw crap, the Planetarium.

I panic slightly, recalling the epic fisticuffs-at-dawn that ensues between the giant, Sherlock and John. I need a weapon. I subtly edge closer to the window and begin scrolling through my phone, making sure Sherlock is unable to see its contents. Flicking through the books I downloaded, I stop at one I'm looking for. Gotcha.

As we walk towards the Arches, Sherlock buttons up his coat and gazes towards the starry sky. 'Beautiful, isn't it?' John and I share incredulous looks. 'I'm sorry,' I start, glancing up at him. 'Did you just refer to something other than yourself as beautiful?' John chuckles at this. 'I thought you don't care for things like that?' I ask, smiling lightly. Sherlock turns to face me. 'Doesn't mean I can't appreciate it.' He continues to stare at me, right in the eyes, until John clears his throat and he breaks contact. I look away, all flustered and jelly-like.

Sweet tap dancing Jesus give me strength.

Just as we approach the entrance to the Arches, I stop, raising a hand. 'Woah, hold up a sec. I need to do something before we go in.' Sherlock sighs and turns around. 'Audrey, we don't have time to –'

'No please, it'll only take a second.' I interrupt him and pull out my iPhone. Finding the right chapter, I clear my throat and begin to read.

"I walk to the archery station. Oh, the weapons! I've been itching to get my hands on them for days! Bows made of wood and plastic and metal and materials I can't even name."

John glances around as the whispers intensify, and pulls his jacket tighter around him.

"Arrows with feathers cut in flawless uniform lines. I choose a bow, string it, and sling the matching quiver of arrows over my shoulder."

As I finish reading, a faint clatter is heard not far behind me, followed by a dull thud. Racing towards that spot, I pick up the silver and black metal bow and sling the soft, leather quiver across my back. I nock one of the arrows and pull back, testing the strings elasticity. Satisfied, I release the arrow, sending it straight at the red STOP sign 60 yards away from where I'm standing. The arrow hits its target, dead-centre inside the letter O.

I slowly turn around to face John and Sherlock who, as predicted, stare back at me in astonishment.

'I learned archery in the eighth grade to make fun of the fairy that lived up the street.' I tell them seriously.

They don't get it. Surprise, surprise.

'Really?' I ask incredulously. 'Neither of you have seen The Other Guys?' Both men continue to stare at me blankly. 'Wow. We're having a movie night on Friday.' I state and saunter past them, feeling all regal and Elf-like. Sherlock's quick stride soon catches up with mine and he looks down at me for an explanation. I sigh. 'I was part of the archery society in college. Although,' I smirk up at him. 'I'm surprised you didn't find that out for yourself.' Sherlock stiffens at my words and throws me a haughty look. 'On the contrary, I did, in fact, notice the small callouses on the tips of your fingers, but I presumed you played guitar.' He frowns slightly at the misinterpretation.

'That was a bloody good shot!' John exclaims behind us, examining the sleek bow appreciatively. 'Yes, it was.' I admit unashamedly. Archery was the only sport I didn't make a floundering idiot of myself in, so I wasn't going to deny my skill, thankyouverymuch.

John grins at me and turns toward Sherlock. 'Listen, Alex Woodbridge had a message on the phone at his flat – a Professor Cairns?'

'This way.' Sherlock points, ignoring John once again. 'Nice part of town.' John glances around uncertainly. 'Er, any time you wanna explain.' Sherlock smiles slightly. 'Homeless network – really is indispensible.' He explains. 'The Baker Street Irregulars.' I add, sidling in between the two men. Sherlock glances down at me. 'That's quite good, actually. I like that.' He nods in approval.

John pulls out a small flashlight from his pocket and switches it on. 'Homeless network?' He asks. Sherlock nods once more. 'My eyes and ears all over the city.'

'Oh, that's clever. So you scratch their backs and ...' John trails off

'Yes, then I disinfect myself.' Sherlock states. I laugh loudly at this, the sound bouncing off the stone arches.

Sherlock also produces a flashlight and shines it around as we continue into the darkness. Their beams pick out homeless people all around the place, most of them settling down for the night. Suddenly, in the distance, the shadow of a man shows on a wall as he begins to stand up. Sherlock stops abruptly, and I walk into his back with a loud 'oof!', which turns into a quiet gasp as the shadow of said man grows larger and larger, until he is standing fully upright, over seven feet tall.

'Come on!' Sherlock hisses at John and I, grabbing my hand and pulling me to hide behind the wall.

'What's he doing sleeping rough?' John whsipers.

'Well, he has a very distinctive look. He has to hide somewhere where tongues won't wag – much.' Sherlock explains, peering around the corner. John looks down as he realises what he's forgotten. 'Oh shi-'

Sherlock takes John's pistol from his coat pocket and hands it to him. 'Don't mention it.'

Without any warning, the man breaks into a run and hurries away down another tunnel. Cursing silently, I chase off after him, reaching the tunnel just in time to see him climbing into a waiting car which immediately speeds off. Sherlock follows close behind me, and punches the air in frustration.

'No, no, no, no! It'll take us weeks to find him again.' He cries out.

'Or not.' John glances at me I give a small nod, encouraging him to continue. 'I have an idea where he might be going.'

'What?' Sherlock asks disbelievingly.

'I told you,' John explains. 'Someone left Alex Woodbridge a message. There can't be that many Professor Cairns in the book.' He sets off towards the street way. 'Come on.'

We race through the theatre door just as the Golem wraps his hands round Professor Cairn's neck. John stops and aims his pistol towards the attacker. 'Golem!' Sherlock yells at the top of his voice. The Golem looks up, grunts in surprise, then snaps Cairns' neck and drops her to the floor. Her fingers drag along the mixing desk and the narrative footage goes into fast-forward, plunging the theatre into darkness. The Golem ducks down out of sight. 'I can't see him.' John shouts at us. 'I'll go round. I'll go!' I follow John and hide behind one of the slanted seats, waiting.

As the footage continues spooling and stopping, light comes and goes in the room. Sherlock stares around. 'Who are you working for this time, Dzundza?'

Behind him, I watch as the Golem steps out of the fluctuating darkness and clamps one hand around Sherlock's mouth and nose while gripping his neck with the other. Sherlock grabs at the hand on his face, struggling to pull it free as he is slowly suffocated. I race over, arrow already strung and stand before the giant man.

'Oi, Grawp!' He grunts in surprise and lifts his head to look at me. 'Drop him.' I hear John approach the man at the other side. He cocks the gun and points it at the Golem's face, his hands and voice steady. 'Let him go, or I will kill you.'

If this wasn't a life-or-death situation, I would have squealed with joy. Oh the feels.

Sherlock, whimpering in his efforts, continues trying to pull the man's hand from his face. The Golem swings him around to the left and lashes out with his long leg, kicking the pistol from John's hands. Seeing this as my cue, I loosen the arrow and shoot it at the Golems hand. Crying out in agony, the Golem drops Sherlock and pulls the arrow from his flesh. He surges forward and grabs me around the neck, pulling me to the floor. He clamps both hands onto my face, covering it completely, leaning his weight onto me. Sherlock runs to free me, but the Golem lashes out at him with one hand, knocking him backwards. Turning back to face me, the Golem pushes down on my right shoulder with all his strength, ignoring my muffled screams. A sharp crack resonates around the room as the Golem's weight breaks my shoulder. I don't even have the strength to react, as I begin to lose consciousness beneath the man's tightening grip.

With a loud shout, John throws himself onto the Golem's back. He roars, releasing me as he claws at the small man on his back. The Golem stands up with John still clinging to him and spins around several times before finally managing to shake him off onto the floor.

In my state of delirium, a scene from The Hobbit comes to mind, though I don't know why.

As John groggily tries to get up, the Golem turns, picks up Sherlock and skims him across the floor towards John. As Sherlock slides across the floor he grabs at the pistol and manages to grab it. The Golem runs for the doors as Sherlock rolls over onto his back and fires twice towards him. But the Golem makes it to the doors and disappears through them. As the image of a supernova dramatically explodes on the screen behind him, Sherlock angrily slams his hand down on the floor.

'Audrey!' John exclaims and rushes over to me. I attempt to sit up, but a shooting pain courses up through my right arm, and I fall back to the ground. Sherlock appears kneeling at my other side and gently slides a hand under my back, slowing pushing me into a sitting position.

'My shoulder…John…I think it's..' I try to explain breathlessly.

'Broken. Yes, I know.' John finishes for me softly. 'I'm afraid you're going to have to stand for me Aud, if I'm to see the extent of the break.' He says apologetically. He looks at Sherlock then, motioning for him to help me move into a standing position. Sherlock wraps his hand around my waist and slowly stands up, pulling me with him. I can't help but cry out as my arm falls to my side, without the support of the ground.

Wrapping one arm around my waist, Sherlock uses the other to pull off his scarf and hands it to John, who makes a temporary brace for my arm and shoulder. 'There.' He says gently. 'That'll do for the time being.' John then looks up at Sherlock, frowning slightly. 'I don't have the equipment at home to set her shoulder back in place. And, Barts will be closed at this time.'

Sherlock smiles grimly. 'Not if Molly's still there.'

John had insisted that I stay at home this morning, but I was having none of it. No way was I missing Sherlock's super incredible amazing deduction at the Gallery. I continue to stare at Sherlock, who is standing in front of the Vermeer painting, looking up information on his phone. John, Lestrade and the curator are standing beside me.

'That's quite the injury you've got there, Audrey.' Lestrade jokes, though he looks troubled. 'Bit dangerous, wasn't it… Bringing you along to find the Golem.' I raise an eyebrow questioningly. 'No, not really. I knew what I was doing.'

'So, you planned on getting your shoulder broken?' Lestrade stares me down.

'Well, no, obviously not that part.' I scowl at him. 'But other than that, I had everything under control!' I throw my arms up in exasperation, momentarily forgetting my injury. I gasp loudly, my eyes watering in pain.

'Woah, woah, careful!' Lestrade places a hand on the small of my back as I double over, helping me straighten up. Sherlock turns around to tell us to shut up (probably) but his eyes flicker towards Lestrade's hand in annoyance, who swiftly pulls away from me.

I glance at John, who gives me a pointed look and smirks.

I flip him off, like the proper Lady I am.

'It's a fake. It has to be.' Sherlock turns around to face the painting again. The curator, Miss Wenceslas, throws him a death stare. 'That painting has been subjected to every test known to science.'

Cough 'Liar.' cough. Miss Wenceslas turns her eagle Eye-of-Sauron death stare on me.

'It's a very good fake, then.' Sherlock spins around and glares at her. 'You know about this, don't you? This is you, isn't it?'

Miss Wenceslas turns to Lestrade, looking exasperated. 'Inspector, my time is being wasted. Would you mind showing yourself and your friends out?'

Just as Lestrade opens his mouth to speak, the pink phone rings. Sherlock snatches it from his pocket and switches on the speaker.

'The painting is a fake.' He states confidently. There's a faint sound of breathing over the speaker but otherwise there is no response.

'It's a fake.' He continues. 'That's why Woodbridge and Cairns were killed.' Still there's nothing more than breathing.

'Oh, come on. Proving it's just the detail. The painting is a fake. I've solved it. I've figured it out. It's a fake!' Sherlock exclaims exasperatedly. 'That's the answer. That's why they were killed.' When the phone remains silent, Sherlock takes a deep breath to calm himself.

'Okay, I'll prove it. Give me time. Will you give me time?' After a moment, the tremulous voice of a very young boy comes over the phone's speaker. 'Ten ...'

Instantly Sherlock spins and looks closely at the painting.

Lestrade stares at the phone in shock. 'It's a kid. Oh, God, it's a kid!'

'Nine ...' The boy continues to count.

Sherlock narrows his eyes as he scans every inch of the painting. 'It's a countdown. He's giving me time.'

'Jesus!' Lestrade shouts and I jump in fright beside him.

'Eight ...'

Sherlock turns and glares at Miss Wenceslas. 'This boy will die. Tell me why the painting is a fake. Tell me!'

Miss Wenceslas flinches and opens her mouth, but I interrupt her. 'No, Sherlock this only works if you solve it.' I stare at him imploringly. 'Only you.'

'Seven ...'

Sherlock turns back to the painting again. Unable to stand the tension, John turns and walks away a few paces. I follow him and slip my hand into his. 'He'll get it John.' I whisper into his ear. 'Trust me.'

Sherlock mutters to himself as he continues to scan the painting. 'Must be possible. Must be staring me in the face.'

'Six ...'

'Woodbridge knew, but how?'

'Sherlock..' John warns him.

'Five …'

'It's speeding up!' Lestrade shouts as John urgently whispers, 'Sherlock.'

'Oh for the love of God will ye two shut up!' I exclaim.

Sherlock's gaze falls on three tiny dots of paint in the night sky. His mouth falls open as the penny finally drops. 'Oh!'

'Four ...'

'In the planetarium! You heard it too. Oh, that is brilliant! That is gorgeous!' Turning and shoving the pink phone into John's hands, he walks away from the painting, grinning as he pulls out his own phone from his pocket.

'Three ...'

'What's brilliant? What is?' John demands.

'This is beautiful. I love this!' He laughs in delight.

'Two ...'

'Sherlock!' Lestrade and I yell simultaneously.

Sherlock grabs the pink phone from John and yells into it. 'The Van Buren Supernova!'

There's a short pause, then the boy's plaintive voice comes from the speaker. 'Please. Is somebody there?'

Sherlock turns and hands the phone to Lestrade.'There you go. Go find out where he is and pick him up.'

'The Van Buren Supernova, so-called.' Sherlock holds up his own phone over his shoulder so that Miss Wenceslas can see the screen. 'Exploding star, only appeared in the sky in eighteen fifty-eight.'

He turns and throws her a triumphant look, then walks away. *Boss Ass Bitch plays in the distance*

Back in the flat, I lie back onto the mountain of softness I created for myself by taking all of the cushions from each chair and piling them up on the sofa. Sherlock didn't even try to wrestle them from me. I think he feels bad about the whole shoulder situation.

Catsby is lying asleep on my tummy, purring contentedly. Just as I'm about to drift off to sleep, my phone dings a text alert.

I sigh, and close my eyes, already knowing who the message is from. Sherlock looks up from his latest experiment. 'Who's that from?'

'Er…Molly. She wants to meet up for coffee.' I try to sound blasé, locking my phone and sliding it underneath me.

Sherlock narrows his eyes and gets up from his seat. 'You're lying.' He states, walking towards me. 'You have a secret. Don't even try to deny it, I always know when a person's lying.'

'No I don't.' I reply coolly.

Sherlock sighs. 'Yes you do. And you've been keeping it from me since the Janus Cars case.' He sits at the end of the sofa and appraises me. 'So, what do I have to do?'

I look at him quizzically. 'What do you mean?'

'Well,' Sherlock starts. 'You're obviously in over your head, and I'm really the only person that can help you.'

I stare at him wordlessly. Don't give in Aud. You are a strong, independent, woman. 'Nope.' I pop the "p" sound with my lips.

Sherlock smirks. 'I wager you'll give in by the end of the week.'

I grin back at him. 'You're on, sonny Jim.'

'And if I win, you have to assist me with my experiments for a month.' Sherlock smiles darkly.

Yikes. 'Deal. And if I win…' I rack my brains for a suitable punishment. '…You have to watch Dirty Dancing with me.' I grin triumphantly. 'The extended version.' I add.

'That's hardly a punishment.' He scoffs.

Oh you just wait for the love scene.

'We'll see.' I smile wickedly and stick my hand out to Sherlock. Understanding my motives, he grabs it and helps me off the sofa. 'No one puts Baby in a corner.' I say to him once I'm standing fully upright. Patting his chest lightly, I brush past him and into the bathroom. Making sure the door is lock, I take my phone out and open the message.

"Not long now until we meet again, Snow Princess.

Poor Mr Holmes thinks he knows what I'm looking for.

Silly, silly.

It's been under his nose this whole time.

Cours, petit lapin, cours.

- M"

Sooo there ya go! Just as a side note, in case anyone thinks I've forgetten about Mrs Hudson and Audrey's dad, don't worry, I haven't. I want the story to cover the first and second season, and possibly the third, so I'm waiting to re-introduce those two back in at a later point in the story.

P.s 10 points to whoever guesses the story extract.

P.p.s Let me know what you guys think of Sherlock and Audrey's relationship. I know where I want to take it, but I'm still curious to know what you guys think so far.

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