Sherlock had 'slept' for about three hours now. It made him feel useless, he was wasting valuable time. He let one eye half open. No sign of any human beings so he jumped to his feet. He got to work quickly, hooking a water bottle to his belt, stuffing a pack of dried banana chips in to a pocket and securing a sheath of 6 arrows to his back. He moved his other supplies to the back of the cave so no one would find them by accident. He closed his eyes listening to the soundscape of the forest. The flutter of a birds wings, the rustling of leaves, the distant sound of water trickling down a small stream. Sherlock's eyes scan the area. He was alone. Sherlock gripped his bow and started to climb over the rocks and through the forest.


Harry went off left in desperate hope to find water, food or, at the very least, some sunlight.

She'd fallen over earlier and now her right side was coated in mud. She wanted a nice warm bath but that was a luxury she would never have ever again. She carried on walking until she found a small opening, no bigger than 20m across of bright green grass. The sun reached down not a single ray being intercepted by the fingers of the trees. She gave a small laugh. No doubt another Tribute would find this small haven sooner or later but for now it was hers. To bask in, to absorb sunlight in. She led down in the middle feeling the warmth climb through her clothes. Maybe she should just fall asleep here and let someone kill her? It would be a nice way to die…

But do you want to let John down? Whispered a voice in the back of her mind

"Damn it!" she snapped out loud. Too loud. She froze. Was she hallucinating or could she hear voices in the distance? She jumped up and ran across the grass. Sprinting. Back into the tree's. She leapt over the roots and vines. She ran and ran until her muscles were on fire. She panted heavily. Then she heard a 'snap' a twig breaking.

"Amy!" someone hissed. Harry became a deer in the headlights. She had seconds to make her decision. Fight or flight.


Sherlock had been walking for a few hours. Mud had formed a brown rim around the soles of his boats. He didn't let his body complain about exhaustion. He didn't have the time. He needed to find the boundaries. He might be able to escape. The camera shouldn't be on him. He was just walking around. It all depended on the other Tributes.


Harry span around on her heel. Where could she go? There were no hollow logs. No big bushes.

The odds were not in her favour.

She would have to climb a tree.

She was afraid of heights. Her stomach curled into a knot. She found a suitable foot hold and branch for her hand a pulled herself up half a metre, another foot hold another branch. She rose slowly but almost silently. When the other Tributes were close enough to hear her she froze. Every muscle in her body locked in place and she stopped breathing. Below two Tributes walked past, she recognised them, one was Amy something from Wales the other, she couldn't recall her name was from the Isle of Man. They didn't speak to one another just walked eyes scanning the landscape, supposedly for her. Harry didn't move until 15 minutes later. She gave a shaky sob. She had to survive weeks maybe months of this. She wanted to die sooner rather than later. Unless she got an ally that would increase her chances of survival by 100%. Was it too late to ally up now? Who could she ally with?

Sherlock Holmes.

The obvious answer.

John's flatmate, colleague and best friend, surely he would want to help a relative of John?

Harry could only hope that he would and that she could find him.


Sherlock had reached the edge. The sea, well it appeared to be the sea, circling the whole arena but at closer inspection whatever the sparkling blue substance was it wasn't water. It burnt his flesh at the slightest touch, he'd dipped a finger in for experimental purposes and swore under his breath as his finger tip lit up a raw red colour. He remained in a crouch, elbows rested on his knees. So he couldn't escape via the Area boundaries. Time to make a plan B.


Harry was growing tired now. The sun had started to sink in the sky. Faint violet traces started to surround the clouds. Harry sank down in the crook of a tree root and started munching on some dried strawberries.

"Bloody Sherlock Holmes" she muttered, hours of wandering and no other Tributes in sight. She was feeling surprisingly lonely, craving human contact. She wondered what John would do in this situation. Would he hunt the other Tributes? Hide and wait? Become a psychotic murderer running around the Arena with a blood stained axe? She shook the thoughts away. She couldn't think about John. It hurt to much.

She thought about Sherlock instead. For the public he was bubbly, playful, sad about his father but intent on fighting in his memory. He was a public man, They loved him. He was exactly what they wanted. Exactly. Back in the Preparation centre. He got annoyed by unnecessary conversation. Made all answers as brief as possible. She hadn't seen a single emotion in his stormy blue eyes. John had said Sherlock was not a social being. He often pissed people off with his deductions. He was incredibly intelligent but simple concepts like sentiment were beyond him. What a strange man he must be. But John had somehow got through to him. Harry hoped that was a family trait. She was now sure that she needed Sherlock Holmes.


Sherlock had made it back to his cave in good time. The sky was rapidly darkening now. He stood on a high rock. Gazing at the sky for a moment. It was beautiful here, so many stars compared to London. He couldn't see the logic to drawing pictures into the stars, that need for humanity to apply order to chaos, to what was beyond their control. He smirked before leaving the rock and walking into the sanctuary of the cave, he pulled the blanket around his shoulders and used his lumpy bag as a poor substitute for a pillow. His day trip to the boundaries had left him exhausted and in need of some sleep. He closed his eyes and after a few minutes sleep took him.


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