Arthur note: I AM SO SORRY! Guy's, I'm so sorry this is late! I've been so busy with packing and getting everything to move to Illinois, it's been causing so much stress on me that it created some writers block but I'm trying to get back on track! I hope you like this chapter, I feel a little iffy on it but please tell me what you think so I can fix it, cause honestly I think it's my worst chapter yet but I'm probably being really hard on myself.

The actress I think that Eiric looks like is Scarlett Johansson, for those who wanted or need to know.

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Baskerville Eiric pov

We take the car to Baskerville with Sherlock still driving. As we approach the complex, I lean towards the windshield and observed the many military personnel guarding the place, walking the perimeter. Sherlock drives up to the gates and a military security guard holding a rifle raised a hand. As Sherlock stops the jeep, the man walks around to the driver's window.

"Pass, please." Sherlock reaches into his coat pocket and hands him a pass. "Thank you." He walks away with the pass. At the front of the vehicle, another security man encourages a sniffer dog to check the jeep, presumably for explosives.

"You've got ID for Baskerville. How?" John asked quietly from the back.

"It's not specific to this place. It's my brother's. Access all areas. I, um . . ." Sherlock said quietly before clearing his throat as I look at him with a raised eyebrow. ". . . acquired it ages ago, just in case." The security guard swipes Sherlock's pass through a reader at the gate room.

"Brilliant!" John exclaimed quietly.

"What's the matter?" I turned around and asked him.

"We'll get caught." I raised an eyebrow at him.

"No we won't – well, not just yet." Sherlock said.

"Caught in five minutes. "Oh, hi, we just thought we'd come and have a wander round your top secret weapons base." "Really? Great! Come in – kettle's just boiled." That's if we don't get shot." I stare at John in shock, both of my eyebrows raised. I shook my head and turn back to the front.

"Angry little hobbit." I said loud enough that they could both hear. Sherlock sniggered while John lightly pushed my seat. The gate begin to slide open as the security guard comes back over to the car.

"Clear." The security guard hands Sherlock his stolen pass. "Thank you very much, sir."

"Thank you." Sherlock puts the car in gear and eases the vehicle forward.

"Straight through, sir."

"Mycroft's name literally opens doors!" John said in shock.

"It's Microsoft, John, of course his name opens doors." I said to him.

"I've told you – he practically is the British government. I reckon we've got about twenty minutes before they realize something's wrong." I looked at Sherlock from the corner of my eye before looking forward again. What they didn't know was that I was still seen as Government property at some facilities, all I have to do is say my name and I have full access. Sherlock drives up to the main complex at Baskerville, parks the car and we get out. Another soldier leads us through barriers and towards an entrance to the main building. As we walked, Sherlock and I look around at all the military men patrolling the area, many of them armed. Even the scientists in lab coats were being escorted. As we approach the entrance, a military jeep pulls up and a young corporal gets out.

"What is it? Are we in trouble?" he asked.

"Are we in trouble, sir." Sherlock said sternly. I bit back a smile.

"Yes, sir, sorry, sir." Nevertheless, he steps in front of them and holds out his hands to prevent us getting nearer to the entrance.

"You were expecting us?" Sherlock asked.

"Your ID showed up straight away, Mr. Holmes. Corporal Lyons, security. Is there something wrong, sir?" Lyons asked.

"Well, I hope not, Corporal, I hope not." I rolled my eyes at Sherlock.

"It's just we don't get inspected here, you see, sir. It just doesn't happen."

"Ever heard of a spot check?" John takes his small wallet from his pocket and shows the ID inside to the corporal. "Captain John Watson, Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers." Even before he finishes speaking, the corporal comes to attention and salutes. John crisply returns the salute. I raise my eyebrows, give a little nod, impressed.

"Sir. Major Barrymore won't be pleased, sir. He'll want to see you three."

"I'm afraid we won't have time for that. We'll need the full tour right away. Carry on." Sherlock looked at me with raised eyebrows as well, in shock at John. The corporal hesitates. "That's an order, Corporal." John ordered instantly.

"Yes, sir." He spins around and walks towards the entrance. Sherlock and I glance across to John with a proud smile on our faces as we follow. As the entrance, Lyons swipes his pass through a reader, then waits for Sherlock to walk over and do the same with his own pass. Lyons presses a button and the locks on the door disengage. Sherlock checks his watch. The door swings open and Lyons leads us inside, taking off his beret as he goes. As he leads us towards the next security door, the boys talk quietly behind me.

"Haven't pulled rank in ages." John told Sherlock.

"Enjoy it?" Sherlock asked.

"Oh, yeah." Reaching the door, Lyons swipes his pass then steps aside for Sherlock to do likewise. The door slides open and revealed an elevator on the other side. Lyons led us inside and I look at the wall panel. The lift, now on the ground floor, only goes downwards to five floors marked -1, -2, -3, -4, and B. Lyons presses the -1 button and the doors close, opening shortly afterwards on the next floor down. Lyons led us out into a brightly lit and white tiled laboratory. As we walked forward, various scientific staff dressed either in white coveralls including full breathing masks, or lab coats and face masks walk around the lab. There were large cages to the right of the elevator and as Lyons lead the way past them, a monkey screams and hurls itself at the bars towards us. I jump and let out a gasp in shock bumping into Sherlock as he spins on his heel as he passes the cage, looking at the monkey and the chain around its neck. He took hold of my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"How many animaks do you keep down here?" he asked.

"Lots, sir." At the far end of the lab, a scientist wearing coveralls and breathing mask comes out of another room and takes his mask off. Another scientist walks across the lab with a beagle on a leash.

"Any ever escape?"

"They'd have to know how to use that lift, sir. We're not breeding them that clever." I stared at the corporal in disgust.

"Unless they have help." I said. The man who just took his mask off comes over to us.

"Ah, and you are?" he asked.

"Sorry, Doctor Frankland. I'm just showing these gentlemen and lady around." Frankland smiles at us.

"As, new faces, huh? Nice. Careful you don't get stuck here, though. I only came to fix a tap!" John chuckles politely as Frankland wakls towards the lift. John turns to Lyons.

"How far down does that lift go?"

"Quite a way, sir."

"Mmm-hmm. And what's down there?" John asked.

"Well, we have to keep the bins somewhere, sir. This way please." Sherlock was watching Frankland as he reached the elevator. As Lyons leads John and I away, Sherlock walks backwards for a couple paces before turning to follow beside me.

"So what exactly is it that you do here?" John asked.

"I thought you'd know, sir, this being an inspection." Sherlock and I look at the various scientists around the room, a couple looking at a rat in a glass cage, another one doing something to the leg of a monkey on a leash which was sitting on a metal table. Nearby, another scientist picks up what looks ominously like a glass container of serum.

"Well, I'm not an expert, am I?" John told Lyons.

"Everything from stem cell research to trying to cure the common cold, sir."

"But mostly weaponry?"

"Of one sort or another, yes." I silently scoffed at this. Lyons swipes his card through the reader of the door at the end of the lab and then Sherlock.

"Biological, chemical . . .?" John listed off.

"One war ends, another begins, John. New enemies to fight. Have to be prepared for anything." I said before Lyons could speak. John just gives me an incredulous look. As the door releases, Sherlock checks his watch again. Lyons lead us through the doors and into another lab where a monkey stands up on its back legs with one hand high in the air and shrieks, causing me to jump again, before sitting down again on a high metal table. A female scientist looks at it and then turns to her colleague.

"Okay, Michael, let's try Harlow Three next time." As she walks away from the table, Lyons approaches her.

"Doctor Stapleton."

"Stapleton." Sherlock said a bit thoughtfully.

"Yes?" she looks at us. "Who's this?"

"Priority Ultra, ma'am. Orders from on high. An inspection." I raised my eyebrow at the corporal, 'It would have been easier to just say inspection, don't ask questions.'

"Really?" Stapleton asked in surprise.

"We're to be accorded every courtesy, Doctor Stapleton. What's your role at Baskerville?" Stapleton looks at Sherlock and snorts with disbelieving laughter.

"Er, accorded every courtesy, isn't that the idea?" John asked.

"I'm not free to say. Official secrets." She replied. Sherlock gave her one of his fake smiles.

"Oh, you most certainly are free . . ." his smile fades and his voice becomes ominous, which I have to say is a bit sexy. ". . .and I suggest you remain that way." Stapleton looks at him for a moment.

"I have a lot of fingers in a lot of pies. I like to mix things up – genes, mostly; now and again actual fingers." Sherlock apparently has a lightbulb moment when she said 'genes' and reached into his pocket before she finished her sentence.

"Stapleton. I knew I knew your name." Sherlock muttered.

"I doubt it." Stapleton scoffed.

"People say there's no such thing as coincidence. What dull lives they must lead." I said as Sherlock holds up his notebook to her. She stares at it in amazement as Sherlock watches her face closely.

"Have you been talking to my daughter?" Sherlock puts his notebook away.

"Why did Bluebell have to die, Doctor Stapleton?" I looked at Sherlock, puzzled.

"Bluebell?" I question.

"The rabbit?" John said bewildered. I turned to him super confused now.

"Rabbit?" I question this time.

"Disappeared from inside a locked hutch, which was always suggestive." Sherlock said to Stapleton, ignoring John and I, as she stares at him blankly.

"The rabbit?" John said again.

"Clearly an inside job."

"Oh, you reckon?" I felt like a total idiot at the moment, having no clue what Sherlock and John were on about.

"Why? Because it glowed in the dark." I looked towards Sherlock and mouthed 'glow in the dark?' but was still ignored.

"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about. Who are you?" Sherlock checks his watch again. he lowers his hand and turns to Lyons.

"Well, I think we've seen enough for now, Corporal. Thank you so much."

"That's it?" he said, surprised.

"That's it." Sherlock grabs my hand, turns us and heads briskly back towards the door, John following behind and Lyons trailing after us. "It's this way, isn't it?"

"Just a minute!" Stapleton called after us. John catches up to us and speaks quietly so that Lyons can't overhear him.

"Did we just break into a military base to investigate a rabbit?" he said displeased. Sherlock and I reach the door and he swipes his card, then waits for Lyons to catch up to us, to do the same. Sherlock walks swiftly through the security door, pulling me quickly behind him, and heads for the lift as his phone trills a text alert. He takes out his phone and reads the message without stopping. He starts laughing sarcastically.

"Twenty-three minutes. Mycroft's getting slow." Reaching the lift doors, he swipes his card and Lyons does the same. The door open revealing Doctor Frankland standing inside as if he's been waiting there for us ever since we met. He smiles at us.

"Hello . . . again." Sherlock narrows his eyes suspiciously as he walks into the lift with the others behind us. He pulls me to him and away from the Doctor. Very shortly afterwards, one floor up, the doors open again and reveal a bearded man in military uniform waiting for us. He most certainly doesn't look joyful at seeing us.

"Er, um, Major . . ." Lyons stuttered.

"This is bloody outrageous. Why wasn't I told?" The man demanded.

"Major Barrymore, is it?" John steps out of the lift towards him. "Yes, well, good. Very good." John offers Barrymore his hand to shake. "We're very impressed, aren't we, Mr. Holmes?" I mentally facepalmed. Barrymore refused to take John's hand. Sherlock's phone went off again, he reached into his pocket again.

"Deeply; hugely." He walks past Barrymore, pulling me along behind him, as he look at his text message. The major follows behind us as we hurried towards the exit door.

"The whole point of Baskerville was to eliminate this kind of bureaucratic nonsense . . ." the major squawked.

"I'm so sorry, Major." Sherlock replied, sarcastically.

"Inspections?!"

"New policy. Can't remain unmonitored forever. Goodness knows what you'd get up to." Urgently and quietly to John and I, "Keep walking." I jerk on his arm to show him that I couldn't really stop if I wanted to. I looked over my shoulder to see Lyons duck into a side room and hurries out again.

"Sir!" he slaps an alarm button on the wall. Alarms start to blare, red lights flash and the automated security door locks itself. We turn back to him. "ID unauthorized, sir."

"What?" Barrymore questioned.

"I've just had the call."

"Is that right?" he turns back to us. "Who are you?"

"Look, there's obviously been some kind of mistake." John began. I looked down the hallway to see Frankland slowly walking towards us, looking thoughtful. Barrymore holds out his hand for Sherlock's ID card, he was about to give him the card when I placed a hand over his and stopped him.

"Major, Eiric Potter. Nice to meet you, lovely place you've got." I hold out my hand to him, he looks at me a little stunned. "I can vouch for these gentlemen." He shakes my hand.

"Miss. Potter, what the hell is going on?!" Barrymore exclaimed. I went to say something when Frankland arrived.

"It's all right, Major. I know exactly who these gentlemen are." He said.

"You do?" Barrymore and I asked, confused.

"Yeah. I'm getting a little slow on faces but Mr. Holmes here isn't someone I expected to show up in this place."

"Ah, well . . ." Sherlock muttered before Frankland offered his hand to shake.

"Good to see you again, Mycroft." John tries to mask his surprise. I narrow my eyes at him. Smiling falsely, Sherlock shakes Frankland's hand. "I had the honour of meeting Mr. Holmes at the W.H.O conference in . . . Brussels, was it?" he pretended to think.

"Vienna."

"Vienna, that's it" Frankland looks at Barrymore. "This is Mr. Mycroft Holmes, Major. There's obviously been a mistake." Barrymore turns and nods to Lyons, who goes back to the alarm switch and turns it off. The lights stop flashing and the alarm falls silent. A moment later the entrance door's lock disengages noisily. Barrymore turns back to Frankland.

"On your head be it, Doctor Frankland." He turns to me, "Pleasure to meet you, Miss. Potter." I nod my head in return. Laughing, Frankland looks at the approaching Lyons.

"I'll show them out, Corporal."

"Very well, sir." Sherlock spins on his heel and walks towards the now open entrance door. I follow beside him, willingly. John and Frankland follow us. We go outside, John grimacing anxiously. Frankland trots after us.

"Thank you." Sherlock said to Frankland.

"This is about Henry Knight, isn't it?" we don't answer him.

"I thought so. I knew he wanted help but I didn't realize he was going to contact Sherlock Holmes!" Sherlock gramaces. "Oh, don't worry. I know who you really are. I'm never off your website. Thought you'd be wearing the hat, though."

"That wasn't my hat."

"I hardly recognize him without the hat!" he said to John and me. We both try unsuccessfully to bite back a smile.

"It wasn't my hat." Sherlock said tetchily, sounding the 't's loudly. I hooked my arm through his and give it a loving squeeze. He sent me a quick smile.

"I love the blog too, Doctor Watson." Frankland said to John.

"Oh, cheers!"

"The, er, the pink thing . . ."

"Mmm-hmm."

". . . and that one about the aluminum crutch!"

"Yes." Sherlock stopped and turned back to Frankland, turning me around with him.

"You know Henry Knight?" he asked.

"Well, I knew his dad better. He had all sorts of mad theories about this place. Still, he was a good friend." He looks back the way we came, before turning back to Sherlock. "Listen, I can't really talk now." He takes a card from his coat pocket and hands it over. "Here's my, er, cell number. If I could help with Henry, give me a call."

"I never did ask, Doctor Frankland. What exactly is it that you do here?" Sherlock asked.

"Oh, Mr. Holmes, I would love to tell you – but then, of course, I'd have to kill you!" Frankland laughed cheerfully. I gave him an odd look.

"That would be tremendously ambitious of you." Sherlock said, straight faced. Frankland's smile fades and he shrugs in embarrassment. "Tell me about Doctor Stapleton."

"Never speak ill of a colleague."

"Yet you'd speak well of one, which you're clearly omitting to do." I said.

"I do seem to be, don't I?" he shrugs.

"I'll be in touch." Sherlock raised the card that Frankland just gave him.

"Anytime." We walk away from him and head towards our Land Rover.

"So?" I asked. Sherlock looked towards me with a raised eyebrow.

"So?"

"What was all this about a rabbit?" he smiles briefly, he pulls his coat tighter around him, flipping the collar up just as we reach the car. I let out a soft giggle. John rolls his eyes and turns to him

"Oh, please, can we not do this, this time?" he asked.

"Do what?" Sherlock asked, confused.

"You being all mysterious with your cheekbones and turning your coat collar up so you look cool." John said as he turns to go to the car door, Sherlock opens his mouth to speak but was apparently so disconcerted that for a moment he couldn't find the words.

". . . I don't do that." He looked towards me with his wounded puppy look. I place a soft kiss on his lips and pulled away.

"Yeah you do." I said and got into the car.

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Henry's house Sherlock pov

I ring the doorbell to Henry's house and he opens the door.

"Hi."

"Hi."

"Come in, come in." wiping my feet on the doormat, I walk in and head down the hallway with Eiric. John follows more slowly, stopping to look into a large high-ceiling sitting room before following Henry again.

"This is, uh . . . are you, um . . ." he searches for the right word, ". . . rich?"

"Yeah."

"Right." Henry leads off again. I throw a dark look at John before following him. He took us into the kitchen and made us tea. I put two sugar lumps into my mug and stir them in, while Eiric put three. I was sitting on a stool at the central island with John and Eiric standing on either side of me. Henry was standing on the other side of the island gazing down at the work surface.

"It's-it's a couple of words. It's what I keep seeing. "Liberty" . . ." John reached into his pocket for his notebook.

"Liberty and in. It's just that." Henry looked up to John. He picks up the bottle of milk that's on the island. "Are you finished?"

"Mmm." Henry turned around to put the milk up into the fridge. John looks at me. "Mean anything to you?"

"Liberty in death – isn't that the expression. The only true freedom." I said softly. John nods in agreement as Henry turns back around, sighing. I take a drink from my mug.

"What now, then?" Henry asked.

"Sherlock's got a plan." Eiric looked at me as she took a sip of her tea.

"Yes." I agreed.

"Right." Henry nodded.

"We take you back out onto the moor . . ." I trailed off.

"Okay . . ." he said nervously.

". . . and see if anything attacks you." I finished.

"What?!" John exclaimed while Eiric merely tilted her head.

"That should bring things to a head."

"At night? You want me to go out there at night?" Henry asked.

"Mmm."

"That's your plan?" John snorted in laughter. "Brilliant!"

"Got any better ideas?" Eiric asked him.

"That's not a plan." He replied to her.

"Listen, if there is a monster out there, John, there's only one thing to do: find out where it lives." I look round to Henry and smile widely at him before taking another drink from my mug. Henry doesn't look encouraged by it. As night begin to fall, Henry led us across the rocks towards Dewer's Hollow. All four of us have flashlights to light the uneven ground below our feet. By the time we reach the woods it's almost fully dark and it becomes even darker as we head into the trees. Henry and I keep walking not realizing that we lost John and Eiric.

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John pov

I brought up the rear when I heard rustling to my right and turn around to look. I walk cautiously towards the sound I heard. I shine my torch into the bushes as an owl shrieks overhead, but I see nothing. Raising my head I see a light repeatedly winking on and off at the top of a hillside a fair distance away. I look around to alert my friends.

"Sher. . ." it's only then that I realize that the three of them have disappeared out of sight. I shine my flashlight in the direction they went but there's no sign of them. I look back to the light on the hillside, which is still intermittently flashing and get my notebook out of my pocket because I instantly recognized that the flashes are Morse code. I start to write down the letters while speaking them aloud. "U . . . M . . . Q . . . R . . . A." the light stops flashing. I look down at my notebook. "U, M, Q, R, A." I whisper. I try it as a word. "Umqra?" shaking my head, I look up to the hillside but no more light comes from it. Shutting the notebook, I head off in the direction of the other three. "Sherlock . . . Eiric . . ." I called, whispering.

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Eiric pov

I decide to explore a different part of the woods by myself. So I headed off to the left, leaving the boys to do whatever they were going to do. I walked down the path for a while, totally calm and at peace in the woods. I had no idea what the tourist and locals were saying about it being creepy but then again I've been in the Forbidden Forest so I guess I don't count when it comes to these kind of things. I stated to cough really hard as the light fog became denser and heavier. Soon it became so dense I couldn't see an inch in front of me, my chest was starting to burn from the continuing cough. I looked around trying to find a way out, when I heard a voice behind me. I spun around to look and saw nothing, I furrowed my brows.

"Sherlock?" I whispered hoarsely. Then there was another but it sounded familiar. I looked in the direction it came from, "John? Henry?" I called out. Soon two more called out, this time clear as day, right in front of me. I looked up and gasped. Standing in front of me was my parents, I could see their bones in some places from where their flesh rotted off. I backed up a couple of steps, my eyes wide in fear.

"This is your fault!" my father shouted at me.

"I should of never of protected you!" my mother screamed.

"I'm dead because of you." I screamed lightly at the voice behind me. I turned to look and found Sirius in the same condition as my parents. I started to shake my head back and forth, shaking lightly. This couldn't be happening, it was my worst nightmare coming true.

"I'll never get to raise my son because of you!" I looked to my right to see Tonks and Remus.

"It's all your fault we're dead!" That came from little Collin Creevey. Soon everyone I knew who died in the war and beforehand started to appear. I screamed before falling to my knees, covering my ears with my hands to try and block out their yells, sneers, insults, and harsh words. Tears dripped down my face as I sobbed. I don't know how long I stayed like that but it felt like hours before it all stopped. I looked up, dazed before wobbly standing up. There was snapping sound that came from my left, I looked over and what I saw scared the absolute hell out of me. Voldemort's red eyes stared right at me, my breath stuttered then I turned and ran blindly in the fog. I could hear him following behind me, I looked back to see if I could see how close he was behind me which was the worst thing I could of done. My foot caught on something, making me trip. I tried to catch myself but I had to trip by a hill. I tumbled and rolled down the hill before hitting my head on something, I finally reached the end of the hill. I stared up at the tree tops as I laid on back, blackness clouding my vision but before it took me over; I thought I hear a dog howl from the top of the hill.

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Sherlock pov

I finally decied to break the silence that had fallen between me and Henry.

"Met a friends of yours."

"What?" Henry asked, looking confused.

"Doctor Frankland." I stated.

"Oh, right. Bob, yeah."

"Seems pretty concerned about you." I said, trying to get information from him.

"He's a worrier, bless him. He's been very kind to me since I came back." He stated.

"He knew your father."

"Yeah."

"But he works at Baskerville. Didn't your dad have a problem with that?" I asked.

"Well, mates are mates, aren't they? I mean, look at you and John."

"What about us?" I asked, confused.

"Well, I mean, he's a pretty straightforward bloke, and you . . ." he glanced back at me, then decides not to finish. "They agreed never to talk about work, Uncle Bob and my dad." He stops and turns to his left. I stop and look at him, Henry nods in the direction he's looking. "Dewer's Hollow." Henry said, unhappily. I turn and look at the steep drop in the land that leads down into a misty dark valley.

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John pov

I was still following their trail.

"Sherlock . . . Eiric . . ." I whispered. As I progressed onward, I hear an eerie metallic thrumming sound. I stop and aim my flashlight in the direction of the sound, then go to move onward just as the thrum sounds again. The sounds continues to repeat, now interspersed with a short metallic ping. I walk slowly toward the sound, then quietly chuckles as I see a rusty metal container, possibly an oil drum, which was lying in the underground. Water was dripping from the tree above it and causing the thrums and pings as it strikes the drum. As I look at it and sigh with relief, something massive flashes past behind him twice. I spin and look but their already gone, but a couple of seconds later an anguished howl sounds in the distance. I turn and begin to hurry to find the others.

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Eiric pov

I started to come around, I slowly sat up wincing in pain. I look around trying to get my baring's, I let out a breath. I started to stand, grimacing at all of the pain I was in. I slowly started to climb the hill. Once I got up top, I froze as I heard a howl. I bolted down the path to leave the woods, hoping that the boys were already at the car.

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Sherlock pov

I was heading down into the Hollow, being careful to keep my balance on the steep slippery ground. Henry follows me down more slowly. I reach the bottom and shine my torch around, finding giant paw prints all around the ground. A long anguished howl rings out. Still halfway down the slope, Henry pauses. I shine my torch up in the direction of the sound and my face begins to fill with horror at the sight that greets me. It growls savagely from the top of the Hollow. As the beam from my flashlight flails along the Hollow's rim, the dog has already retreated. I recoil, my face confused and bewildered as I try to take in what I just saw. From his position some distance away, Henry hurries down to join me.

"Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. Did you see it?" I lower my head, still unable to get my mind to accept the evidence of my eyes. I stare around, shake my head, then shove Henry out of my way and hurry back up the hillside. Henry follows me. Suddenly John appears as we made our way back.

"Did you hear that?" he asked referring to the howling. I storm straight past him, not even realizing that Eiric is nowhere in sight.

"We saw it. We saw it." Henry repeated.

"No. I didn't see anything."

"What? What are you talking about?" Henry chased after me.

"I didn't. See. Anything." I hurried onward with Henry and John trailing along behind me. We were half way to the entrance of the woods when I ran into hard. I fell to the ground with whatever that ran into me on top. I had my eyes closed in pain and let out a groan. I open my eyes only to connect with Eiric's wide chartreuse green eyes that were filled with fear, panic and pain. The rims of her eyes were an angry red and she had drying tear tracks on her cheeks. "Eiric?" I whispered. She shot off me and stumbled backwards before falling to the ground again, a muffle pain filled shout leaving her lips.

"Eiric!" John shouted before rushing over to her, she flinched away when he reached out to her. He paused for a moment before checking her for injures. "How did you even get these?" he asked her.

"I tripped down a hill." We all stared at her with wide shock eyes. She looked away from us. "Something was chasing me." she whispered. Her voice was hoarse and almost nonexistent at this point. I stood up and walked over to her, bending down and placed one of her arms over my shoulder. I helped her stand up and slowly walked her to the car. I open the passenger door and helped her in. John and Henry got in to the back as I got into the driver seat. I started the car and drove back to Henry's place, dropping John and Henry off there before going back to the Inn.

"I'm sorry." I heard Eiric whisper. I looked at her from the corner of my eye.

"For what?" I asked.

"For running into you." She whispered again. I pulled into a parking space and turned off the car. I looked over to her, looking her over as she stare blankly out the window.

"Why were you running in the first place?" she turned to me, her eyes still filled with fear and pain. She let out a wet laugh.

"I . . . I was . . ." she let out a choked sob. "Oh Merlin!" she covered her face with her hands. I froze in my spot as I watched her break down. Her shoulders were shaking violently and tears were pouring out of her hands.

"Eiric!" I wrapped my hands gently around her wrist and pulled them away from her face before cupping her face. "Eiric, what's wrong?!"

"I was so scared, Sherlock!" she tried to calm down. "I-I heard a howl and . . . I never felt so frighten in my life . . . and it doesn't fucking help with what happen before that!" I looked at her confused.

"What happen before that?" she just started to shake her head.

"Please, don't make me tell, please. I just want to forget about it for now, Sherlock, please." She pleaded to me. I frown lightly before agreeing.

"Tell me tomorrow, Eiric." She nodded her in agreement. She lightly pulled her face out of my hands and opened her door, exiting the car. I follow and walk around the car to her.

"I'm going to bed, send John when he gets back from Henry so he can patch me up." She looked up at me, then placed a light kiss on my lips. "I love you." I looked at her with a crooked smile.

"I Love you, too." I placed a kiss on her forehead, "Night, Eiric."

"Goodnight, Sherlock." She walked off towards her room and I entered the bar.