A/N
Okay so I've been procrastinating on everything this weekend, and after seeing the new Star Wars movie, my fingers are just itching to write a fanfiction for that. However, I promised myself that I would not attempt to write two fanfictions at once again. That just ends terribly for all involved. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this new chapter. :)
I woke up in Sherlock's bed. I remembered what had happened and sighed in annoyance.
Bloody Mycroft. Of course you had to show up.
I stood and stretched. My entire body was throbbing from the explosion. I took a few steps towards the door.
"Ah! My head..." it hurt so much. I tried to push through the pain and walk out of the room and flat, but I couldn't make it very far down the stairs before I had to stop and sit down.
Mrs. Hudson walked in with the mail and looked up at me curiously. "Goodness dear, you look as if you've been hit by a bus."
I chuckled, "I feel like I've been hit by a bus Mrs. Hudson."
She set down the letters for Sherlock and helped me down the stairs.
"I know what'll make you feel better," she said as we made it to the floor, "a nice cuppa'!"
I smiled as she set me down at her table. "Thank you Mrs. Hudson."
"You're very welcome dear," she answered from the cupboard as she searched for her kettle and tea. "Now where did I...ah, there it is!"
She pulled out her kettle and began to prepare tea. After having lived with the American for a long time, I forgot how to make traditional English tea.
"You like Earl Grey, right?" Mrs. Hudson asked me as she rummaged through the cupboards again.
"Yes please."
She found the packet of Earl Grey and prepared the tea for me (I seriously don't know how you English people make your tea so I'm not really gonna talk about it).
The whining of the kettle bothered my head a bit, but it was over pretty quickly. She set the tea down in front of me, and just as I was about to take a sip, the door slammed. My tea fell onto my lap and I clutched my head as the pain spread throughout. I cried out and fell to the floor in pain.
"Amy?!" Sherlock's concerned voice reached my ears.
I looked up from my fetal position to see none other than Sherlock bloody Holmes.
"Yes?" I ask him, anger seeping out through my words.
He seemed slightly amused by my anger and turned to Mrs. Hudson, "I need the key to 221c please."
Mrs. Hudson hands Sherlock the set of keys and watches us as he pulls me up and practically drags me out of the room.
"Oi stop it! Where are we goi-mmf," I said before running straight into Sherlock's back.
I stepped back and leaned against the wall until my head quit pounding.
Mrs. Hudson and Sherlock had a small conversation that I chose to ignore. Not important right now. What is important, is why are we at this bloody do...ohhhhhhhhhhh.
The game was beginning. Moriarty had set his first puzzle into motion.
Sherlock opened the door and I rushed through before anyone else could get in. I stumbled down the stairs. My head was pounding but I needed to get down the stairs. I practically threw myself at the living room door and fell into the living room. I looked up. My vision was blurry, but I could make out the trainers on the floor.
"Carl Powers," I whispered.
"Amy what's gotten..." Sherlock began to ask but stopped as he entered the living room.
John and the Detective entered the room. I think his name was Lestrade, but not entirely sure.
"Shoes," John said.
I looked back at him with an incredulous looks. "Really?"
He looked back at me then looked away quickly. Was that a blush I saw? Oh hell no. nonononononononono.
My thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of someone's phone. I whimpered as my head started hurting again.
Sherlock groaned and answered a pink phone. "Where the bloody hell did that.." I began to ask before I was shushed by Sherlock.
"Hello?" he asked into the phone.
"H-hello...sexy," the woman answered.
No. He's using civilians now?!
"Who's this?" Sherlock asked as the woman sobbed.
"I've...sent you...a little puzzle...just to say hi."
"Who's talking? Why are you crying?"
"I-I'm not...crying...I'm typing...and this...stupid...bitch...is reading it out."
I choked back a sob. Jim, what are you doing?
"The curtain rises," Sherlock whispered.
I looked at him in shock and he looked right back at me.
John was confused too, "What?"
Sherlock turned toward John slightly, "Nothing."
"No, what did you mean?" He asked Sherlock.
Sherlock turned back to me and searched me with his eyes. He's trying to read me. He knows I know something.
"I've been expecting this for some time," he answered.
Moriarty began to speak through the woman again, "Twelve hours to solve...my puzzle, Sherlock...or I'm going...to be...so naughty."
I cringed as I imagined Moriarty typing those words into a pager. Sherlock noticed and looked at me as if to ask, 'are you alright?'
"I...I need to go get some air," I said quickly and rushed out of the room. I had my hand on the doorknob of the flat building when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I recognized the familiar pressure.
"You always worried about me too much Sherlock."
"What's wrong Amy?"
"Nothing, the bomber just reminded me of someone I used to know."
I couldn't tell him everything yet, but I wanted to at least hint at it.
"Alright." I could tell he wasn't satisfied by his tone of voice.
I turned back to him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. He stiffened up and looked at me as if I were a ghost.
I smiled. "I'll be back soon," I said before running out of the flat.
I didn't get very far when he texted me.
Where'd you go Amy? The game isn't over yet.
-M
I groaned and texted back.
Just needed to see an old friend.
-A
It took him a few minutes to respond again.
Meet me at your grave.
-M
I looked up at the street sign and sighed. Here we go again.
A/N
You may have noticed I changed the name ;). I really like the name Amy. Idk it's just me. I'll change the name in all of the chapters today. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed this new chapter! :D