Let me in

(Samantha)
The vomiting started at two in the morning, by this time Hannah and Watson had come back from their old city adventure and Sherlock made it perfectly clear he didn't want my company.
"Must you be here woman?" He groaned, head smushed up against the toilet seat
"Somebody has to make sure you keep your…mess…off my floor." Was my sarcastic reply. For someone who had spent the last half hour tossing his cookies he sure was being vocal.
"Well it certainly doesn't have to be you."
"I'm only trying to help."
"I don't…" His head went back into the bowl, wiping his mouth with his sleeve when he came back up.
"I don't need your help." His body had become weak, no longer able to keep himself upright he slipped down onto the cold checkered floor.
"I can see that."
"Leave!" He shouted trying to push himself up again.
"FINE! I'll just stay away from you then."
"Good." He mumbled under his breath.

Watson was standing at the bay window staring out over the quiet city.
"He's returning to himself I see." Noticing the frustration that was written all over my face.
"He's all yours."
"It should pass by midmorning, I'm sure he will be less harsh with you then." He smiled "I'll take care of him until then." He made his way down the hall and into the bathroom.

If he wouldn't let me near him the least I could do was make him comfortable. I changed his damp sweat lined yellow sheets, and managed to find a down blanket, if the sweats were over he'd probably get cold. I was surprised at the mess he had managed to make in the small amount of time he had been in here. I had just as many books stacked up in here as there were in the bookshelf in the living room. Naturally he had them all scattered about on the floor, as well as the clock radio he had managed to take apart. I chuckled at the sight of the curtains, which were now fastened closed with safety pins. I didn't even know I had safety pins. I draped some clean clothes over the dingy recliner and gathered up the dirty sheets just as Watson came into the room with Sherlock in tow.
"Don't worry I was just leaving." I said coldly as I walked by them.
"What ever is the matter with her Watson?" I heard Sherlock utter as I left. You're what's the matter with me. I thought. I knew the mood swings were not his fault the last couple of days, but that didn't stop me from getting upset. I also couldn't shake the memory of the kiss we had shared in my shop of the feelings that I had developed as much as I tried not to. Sinking into the cushions of the couch I stared up at the ceiling fan, letting the blades hypnotize me into sleep.

I only slept a few hours, when I woke up Watson was sleeping soundly in the oversized recliner. I quietly crept past him and into the guest room. As stubborn as Sherlock had been I still wanted to check in on him. He was sleeping soundly as well. No tossing, no sweating, no muttering, just steady breathing and soft snores. I fixed the blanket he had managed to get halfway onto the floor, pulling it back over his body. He looked peaceful, like he did when I came home after that soul shaking kiss. Once more I brushed the hair from his face, then placed a light kiss to his forehead.
"I really will miss you Sherlock, if only you knew." I whispered to myself, before sitting down in the recliner and falling back to sleep.

(Holmes)
Despite the fact that I had pinned the shades shut the sun still managed to find its way in to wake me. The last few days had been a blur. I faintly remembered Watson being here, clearly that was a dream, how could Watson have possibly found the same wall that I did. I turned my head to see Samantha sleeping in a chair that had been placed next to the bed. How could I have forgotten, she found a way through and managed to bring Watson back to me. Why was she in here, she certainly did not look comfortable. I faintly recalled yelling at her and saw the hurt expression on her delicate face, an expression I had caused more than once, and yet here she was sleeping at my side. If she had found a way back I would be leaving soon, and indeed I would miss her. Those expressive gray blue eyes, that oddly placed dimple high on her cheek just below her left eye, even her ability to constantly injure herself. She was so much different from Irene, just as smart, but without the manipulation, her only intentions of helping me were just that, to help me find my way back home. I went against everything I had ever done in terms of women and let myself develop some kind of relationship. I got out of the bed, quietly as not to wake her, and left the room.

Watson and that energetic girl were seated at the kitchen table, they looked to be enjoying what ever they were discussing. I went to the wooden cupboards and began rummaging for something to eat. God bless her, what did she call these delightful things…oh yes Oreos…I would defiantly miss these, I grabbed the package off the shelf.
"Good morning!" Said the energetic one as I joined them at the table. "You look better."
"Hmmm." What was her name…Savannah…not that not quite right is it? Hannah, yes that was her name. Nice girl though much too energetic. "Good morning dear." I said before turning to Watson. "Nice to see you Watson."
"Likewise Holmes. Good to see you in a right state of mind."
"Come now, was I really that bad off?" No matter the situation I had usually been able to keep my head on straight, however my mind did seem hazy.
"A complete asshole." Hannah muttered under her breath, causing Watson to chuckle.
"You weren't exactly….pleasant Holmes."
"Mmmm…that's not unusual if I understand correctly." I said attempting to crack a smile.
"No it's not." Samantha's soft voice came from the doorway, bits of her dark red hair framing her face. Our eyes met for a moment, she didn't look upset with me but something was clearly bothering her. "I'm going to go help Kyle out in the shop for a little while, clear my head." She was still looking at me with sad eyes growing grayer by the moment. The table grew silent after she was gone.
"You need to talk to her." Hannah spoke up.
"For what purpose? It won't help the matter any now will it?"
"She's right Holmes, we'll be leaving in the morning, you should at least try to speak with her…You should have seen how content she was sitting in your mess."
"She was in my room?" That was not good, surely she had tried to straighten about my things, she liked things to be organized, to be where they belonged.
"She didn't touch anything, she just sat around in that horrid chair of yours."
Interesting.
"Look Sherlock, John and I are going to go out and enjoy the day, I suggest you do the same." Hannah smiled glancing between Watson and myself. "I'm going home to change, be back soon!" Her small energetic body sprang up from the round table and out the door.
"If I didn't know any better Watson I'd say that girl enjoys your company." I said raising an eyebrow at him.
"I enjoy hers as well…shame we are leaving I'd like to get to know her a bit more."
"What of Mary Watson?" How could he have forgotten about his wife?
"Mary is gone Holmes. She passed three months ago…stagecoach accident."
"Oh….well…my apologies…I didn't realize…"
"It's alright, how could you have known." He stood from his chair at the table. "Talk to her Holmes." He said before leaving the room.

Samantha was seated with her head in her arms at a small table in the corner when I walked through the shop door, that Kyle character was behind the counter glaring at me as I walked in.
"Is your mind clear yet madam?" I asked taking a seat in front of her.
"What do you want?" Came her muffled reply. She slowly raised her head to look at me. I frowned at the sight of her reddened eyes.
"Come…take a walk with me, we'll…talk."
"You don't talk Sherlock, you avoid the mere thought of having an emotional conversation." She had a point, but I didn't want to leave here on bad terms.
"Normally yes…but I would like very much to talk with you." Placing my hand on her folded arms. "Please take a walk with me." The blue began to speckle through out her eyes.
"Alright then."

(Samantha)
Who would have thought that he may actually care? Of course I wanted to talk I also knew that he would never admit anything, it just wasn't who he was. Part of me was ok with that, the other part wanted nothing more than to pour my heart out and have him let me in. That was not going to happen, but there was still that flicker of hope each time he caught my eye. He stuck his arm out to me and I was quick to loop mine through, maybe a little too quick, but it felt good to have some sort of contact with him without him jerking away.
"Where are we going?" I asked him while we walked through the cool February air.
"This is your city my dear, you tell me." He smiled looking down at me. At least he seemed to be in a decent mood. "Watson said you took a liking to my chair."
He actually was going to attempt to talk. "It was very comfy. I left everything in its proper place on the floor by the way." I laughed.
"I know…why did you go on your own, it may not have been safe."
"The ink started to fade and I wanted to make sure it would take you home, no point sending you on another wild goose chase.
"But you didn't know where it led either."
"I had an idea of where…it was when that concerned me."
"Hmm…"
I had the irking feeling he was going to shut up on me.
"There is a time difference by the way." I said trying to grab his interest.
"Really?…by how much."
"I figured it to be one day here…two months there."
He raised his eyebrows. "Interesting."
We came to a stop in front of the fort. The lush green grassy hill looked very nice about now to my aching ankle. "Mind if we sit?" I asked him nodding toward the hill.
He nodded letting me put some of my weight on him, as we climbed the hill.
"Can I ask what happened?" He said once we were seated. I lay back crossing my arms behind my head.
"What…the limp?"
"Mmmm."
"Three years ago I tried to stop someone from breaking into my brothers place…the smashed it with a very large very painful hammer."
"Oh Samantha…you are a terrible liar." He started to laugh.
"Oh please! It could have happened." I said nudging his leg with my own.
"You chew on your bottom lip when you lie, and those eyes of yours give everything away." That familiar tingle was starting to run through my body.
"Why do you want to know anyway?"
"As I said before madam…you know all about me and I know so little about you."
"And you actually want to know about my clumsy life."
"I do."
That had surprised me, I never thought that he would actually be interested in learning anything about me. I sat up and smiled softly when I looked into his deep brown eyes. I took a breath and began.
"My full name is Samantha Lynn Parker, I am 28 years old, I have a younger brother by 4 years named Stephen, and yes we are close even if I haven't spoken to him in 6 months. Our grandmother took us in when I was 10 after my parents decided they were too young to raise children. I have broken a total of 16 bones, my nose, three fingers two toes, four ribs, my wrist, my arm in three different places, my leg and two years ago on a camping trip with my brother I fell out of a tree breaking my ankle. I like to read, I prefer tea over coffee and always with Lorna Doons. I like to listen to The Beatles, Elton John, standards, Sara Bareillies, and John Mayer's early stuff. My natural hair color is brown…I think. And I will miss you terribly when you leave."
I didn't mean for that last bit to slip out.
He didn't say a word, he just sat there looking at me with dark eyes that were growing darker by the second. Very slowly he leaned into me causing my heart to beat uncontrollably in my chest. He pushed the stray hair out of my face and tucked it behind my ear, letting his hand fall to the back of my neck pulling me closer to him. I placed my hands on his chest and closed the small gap between us. It wasn't like the first time, rushed and greedy. No. It was soft, soft and gentle our lips moving together as time came to a stop. He pulled away and rested his forehead on mine.
"I'll miss you too Samantha…more than I should." He leaned in and kissed me again. "We should get back." He helped me to my feet and as we walked back with me tucked under his shoulder happy that he had finally let me in…and now he had to leave.

A/N My lord…this chapter gave me a very hard time Holmes was not being corporative today. CrazyKatChan07 I tried to make it meaty for ya! Hope you all enjoyed as much of a pain in the ass it was today I think im happy with it overall :D
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