MUY IMPORTANTE! The chapter after this has three potential paths:

1st one John has a flashback and you learn some things. 2nd one Sherlock wakes up. 3rd one both. You get a say so please review! Thanks To those of you who have reviewed already ^^

Also, on a side note, I'm debating on whether or not I should make Mrs. Hudson a main character in this, so if you could give me your opinion on that as well, that would be nice.

Martha Hudson was no idiot. She knew full well that such a thing as witch craft didn't exist. However, she found herself seriously reconsidering her knowledge and outlook on the world as she watched a tiny slip if a girl supposedly heal Sherlock.

Lestrade and Mycroft had both come running when John had smashed through the door (the poor dear was most definitely going to have splinters), and she had demanded an explanation.

As Martha stood watching Sherlock, she became aware of the little girl staring at her. "Oh, sorry, am I distracting you?"

Come closer.

She started badly at the voice in her head but obeyed it anyway. Once she was close enough, the girl took her hand and pulled her to where she was seated at the edge of the bed.

He needs you.

Martha remained still for a moment. What could she possibly do to help? Sherlock whimpered and tossed his head. Without even pausing to think, she had his head in her lap and was stroking his hair, murmuring soothing nothings to him. She focused more on the tone than the words, her fingers combing gently through his silky locks and her nails scratching lightly at his scalp. He practically purred in his strange sleep.

He loves you.

And I love him.