Limits Lie - Jamie T


Leaving a note on Hannah's kitchen counter, explaining vaguely what had happened with a few alterations as to keep her modesty, she left 221B for the last time, and gave it one last look, in the dead of night, before hailing a cab, and heading to the Diogenes club.

"Please, do sit down." She did as she was told by the Elder Holmes' brother. She felt a heavy guilt on her chest, as if she had been pushed into the sea with a cement block on her rib cage. Ramona found she couldn't look Mycroft in the eye. She winced internally as his accusatory face appears in her mind. "What brings you here at such an unsociable hour?"

"I..." She decided she may as well come out with it. "I'd like to take you up on that job offer you made a few years ago, if it's still open." Mycroft's eyes widen in complete shock.

"What caused this sudden change of heart?" He genuinely didn't know. She had successfully kept him in the dark about that, at least.

"I would tell you, but..."

"My brother." She looked up at the guess, which was right on the money. "What did he do?" Ramona looked down, her elbows on her thighs, and put her face in her hands, before looking up.

"He needs more surveillance, if that's at all possible." She looks concerned, and at this, Mycroft seemed pleased.

"What happened, exactly?" She sighed, not completely the Ramona she was normally, when in front of Mycroft. She hadn't slept since any of it had happened, as this was all happening in the same night.

"Without going into details, I realised that I don't belong where I am currently." His face looked calculating. The study made it feel as if he was an emperor, and she was coming here to beg for some of his wealth.

"Before I make a decision, I need to ask you something." She looked up, to finally meet his eyes, and saw that Mycroft was taken aback by the tortured look in her sapphire eyes. He seemed more guarded than usual, his manner slightly off as he regarded her. Mycroft took a breath, as if preparing. "How do you feel towards my brother?" There were a few seconds of silence, in which she wasn't sure what he was talking about.

"I still don't have a clue what you're going on about, but I'm sure that anything Sherlock thinks about me, I probably think about him, too." Mycroft chewed the inside of his cheek in deep thought, and she wondered what thoughts were probably racing, or perhaps being pieced together. He took a second, and then clicked at Anthea, his assistant.

"I'm going to show you something top secret, Miss Doherty." Anthea went over to a grey file cabinet, and took out a key she was wearing around her neck, unclipping it from the necklace. "I trust that I have your utmost discretion, as theses are matters that cannot leave this office, in the interest of the country." Ramona rolled her eyes.

"Are you telling me not to tell Sherlock?" She said, not interested in playing along anymore. He raised an eyebrow at the dead tone. "Because if it's against his better interest, you know I won't." Anthea locked the cabinet, and walked over to her, heels clicking as she walked, and placed the file on the desk in front of her. She cocked her head in interest at the cliche looking file, opening it. She looked up to see Mycroft's expression, which was one of anticipation, or perhaps anxiety.

He looked calculating, and watched her face carefully as she opened the file.

Project Guardian

- Top Secret -

"Project Guardian?" She murmured. Ramona turned the page, and found a photo of her in her school uniform, that had been taken of her on her way to secondary school, when she was around fourteen.

"Why do you have this?" She said, unclipping the photo and holding up the photo for him to see. Her tone was slightly panicked. What did Mycroft know about her that she didn't about herself?

And then, as she read, he watched her face fall.

Project Guardian

Objective - Protect Britain's greatest mind from itself

"I don't understand what this has to do with me-" But her stomach had already dropped, because she knew what was coming next.

"Just read it." He said, a neutral expression, and a perfectly balanced voice. Not serious, but by no means casual.

Ramona Coralie Doherty, AKA Archangel

Is a perfect candidate for the task, as she matches SH in intelligence, speed, and logic. Although she is only in Secondary education, special measures will be taken to ensure her safety, in order for her to make it to adulthood. It has been proven that she can kill without hesitation.

"No..." She turned the page, but she already knew what was going to be there.

A picture of Hannah was paper clipped to the next page. Ramona brought her hands to her nose and mouth, not even breathing in complete disbelief.

Mia Collins, AKA Hannah Knowles

Is the ideal person to carry out the mission, as she has shown intelligence, wit, speed, strength, and enough cunning to successfully carry out deception and infiltrate Archangel.

Tears started to fall from Ramona's eyes, and she felt an utter humiliation she had never felt in such strong waves. The one person that she could depend on, the one person that she could put her life into the hands on, her one and only best friend, the girl that she thought resembled a golden retriever, an excitable, childish girl with wild hair, that could always cheer her up, Her only friend from her teenage years, had been deceiving and lying to her the whole time, even with her name. She had even lied about her name, probably her background, too.

Ramona turned the page, another step into deeper misery.

Appropriate measures taken for the safety of all the occupants of this file has been as follows:

Perverting the course of justice, to give Archangels sister a smaller jail sentence for a crime committed by the candidate herself

Funding Mia Collins' University fees

Renovating apartment 221c

Surveillance on Archangel, from age 13 to present date

The only other person aware of Project Guardian, the building's landlady

"You..." The tearful glare that Mycroft was exposed to shook him. "My whole life." She looked at him desperately, as if asking him to tell her it wasn't true "It's all just been a set up."

"Do you see now? You can't leave him, as that is your purpose-"

"I'm a person! I don't have a purpose!" She got up quickly, so furious, that yet again, the heavy chair she had been sat at moments ago clattered to the floor behind her dramatically. Ramona's whole world turned upside down in a matter of minutes. She didn't care what Mycroft thought of her anymore, because she hated him. She hated his guts. "You stole my life! You took my whole life, and you used it, to protect your precious brother!" He looked surprisingly calm.

"However, you do feel an intense urge to protect him, don't you?" This stopped her in her tracks, tears still coming.

"Don't you understand? That means nothing anymore!" She notices Anthea raise an eyebrow. "It was all fake, set up, it was meant to happen, because you made it happen!" At this, Mycroft looked unphased. "Everything I thought I knew means nothing to me anymore. My whole life story, all my feelings, were just something you made up, because you wanted Sherlock to have a Guardian Angel, so you played God, and look how far it's got you!" Mycroft looked as composed as ever, and that made her even angrier.

"Well, now that you know, what will you do?" She took a moment, and found that she was completely empty. She had to reach deep to actually find anything to say.

"I'll protect him as much as I can, but I'll have as little direct contact with him as is possible." Ramona paused. "For this, I'll need to be sorely compensated." Mycroft sighed, and got his chequebook out of a draw in his desk.

"I'd guessed this much." He clicked an expensive pen. Now was the time he figured her out, what kind of person she actually was. "Well, how much will it be?" He figured anything two million or over, and she was greedy. Ramona swallowed, figuring pushing her luck couldn't be helped, considering what had happened.

"Seven hundred and fifty grand, and I'll be out of your hair." He would give it to her, but first, he wanted to see what she was made of.

"And what should you do if I think that's too much?" Her eyes narrowed.

"Don't fucking test me, Mycroft." She spat his name like it was the filthiest thing imaginable, and he actually flinched, but then smirked. "That amount exactly, or I swear to god, you'll wish you'd never laid eyes on me." And then, Mycroft saw a spark of something inside her that frightened even a man as powerful as him. Where had he seen it before?

"If it's that much, I'll transfer it to your account." He toyed with her, even after everything he had done.

"Do it before sunrise, or I tell Sherlock everything." He looked up, to see she was walking away.

"You wouldn't." She turned around, and she turned around, with a look of complete seriousness.

"Are you really going to risk calling my bluff?" She walked away, and Mycroft knew from the look in her eyes that the next time he saw her, she'd either be dead, or Sherlock would be. He shuddered, as Anthea put the file away.


Ramona walked out of the club, feeling like she no longer had an identity. Where would she go? It was still ridiculously dark, and she figured that Sherlock wouldn't be back until the afternoon. So, she decided to go home, take the note off Han- Mia's kitchen counter, and sleep for a few hours, and then she'd decide what to do.

Thankfully, Mrs Hudson wasn't home, and the whole building was empty apart from her. She felt as if she was already just a ghost of the past as she walked up the stairs, and into her bedroom, before passing out on her bed, before she could even get changed, or getting under the covers.

Ramona blinked her eyes open, to find that her room was ridiculously bright. For a moment, she felt like nothing had transpired in the early hours of the last morning, and closed her eyes blissfully. As she was about to fall back asleep, she recalled all of the events, and moaned in complete agony into her pillow. Did she really have to wake up? Putting a hand to her head, and rubbing her temples, she came out of her room into the hallway, to find the flat completely empty. Well, what had she expected?

Ramona had a shower and got dressed into something different, before going into the living room and switching on the television.

She was still shell-shocked, from having her whole life monopolised and trivialised by a man such as Mycroft. Just the thought of his name brought enough anger that it almost brought her to tears, so she decided to let sleeping dogs lie.

But for some reason, she knew she couldn't move out. How would she protect Sherlock if they weren't together?

Situations and people can be faked, but Sherlock wasn't fake. He was one of the only people close to her that hadn't known about project guardian. Surely he was as much a victim as she was?

Ramona once again checked her phone. Nothing. Not one call, or even just a text from him. She was worried, but if she contacted him, she knew it'd be going against what she had promised to herself, so, in a split decision, she took the sim card out of her expensive phone, which their was no way she was getting rid of, dropped the small piece of plastic on the floor of the kitchen, and crushed it into little bits in between her shoe and the floor in a passive aggressive sort of way, for nothing more than the feeling of destruction, however tiny. It felt satisfying, but then again, it felt like she had crushed more than a sim card in the process. She heard a noise, and turned around, and saw Sherlock, who had seen everything.

He took off his gloves and put them in his coat pocket. He looked nonchalant, as if nothing had happened.

"Where did you go?" His intense gaze was harrowing at a time like this, and she desperately wanted to tell him.

"I talked to Mycroft about a job." At the mention of his brother's name, his eyes narrowed.

"A job?"

"He offered me one a while ago, and I declined." She crouched down and picked up the sim card. "I went to see if the offer was still there."

"And was it?" She paused.

"No." He raised an eyebrow at her expression, and went to sit in his chair. The English sense of a stiff upper lip prohibited them both from starting a proper discussion of what had happened only six hours ago. He could tell she wasn't telling the whole truth.

"Listen, I don't know what kind of wrong idea you got, but-" He began, breaking the silence.

"I wasn't in my right mind, and I overreacted." She said, not sure who she was trying to reason with. "Let's just forget it happened, after all, every friendship has weird moments." Ramona forced a smile, even though she felt like crying.

"I'll delete it." He said.

"Delete what?" She winked. He smiled, but it wasn't completely in spirit.


Before Ramona knew it, she was in her bedroom, sound asleep, the whirlwind of emotions obviously tiring her out.

She woke up and it was dark. Having no food in and a large bank account, she decided to go to the supermarket at ten o'clock. She was living in a high class area, so there was no reason for her to avoid going out in the dark as long as she stayed in that area.

After shopping, she made her way back to the building, And fished for her keys in her back pocket. Ramona was admittedly having a hard time getting to it with all the bags of shopping, and at this, she was tapped on the shoulder.

She jumped back in shock, before looking up at the man.

"Fancy seeing you here." Kain remarked.

"Why're you here?" Why did she have to run into him of all people, and this time, and this place?

"Am I not allowed to visit an old friend?" She let out an annoyed huff. It really would be just her luck. "So after all you said, you're still talking to me?" He took some of the heavy shopping bags from her before she could protest, and swung them over his shoulder with ease.

"Yes, I realised I couldn't live without you and will momentarily throw myself at your feet." She could get to her keys now, and opened the door.

"I see. Well in that case, I'll take you home after this." Why was he so incessant about making it that way?

"No, I don't think you will." He smirked, and followed her up the stairs.

"I'm not that patient, y'know." She opened the door to 221b. "Wait, this is your apartment?" She rolled her eyes.

"No, I have the key because I'm breaking in." She held out a hand for her bags. "You should get going." He frowned.

"Can't I see your flat? I think I deserve a reward."

"And I think you deserve a kick up the arse, but I'm not going to give it to you." He chuckled and walked past her, raising an eyebrow when he saw it.

"I knew you were an intellectual, but I didn't think it'd be this cliche." She struggled not to snarl. Sherlock was probably asleep in his room, but she didn't want him to see Kain.

"Okay, you've seen it, so you can leave now." He narrowed his eyes, putting the bags on the kitchen table.

"Why'd you want me out in such a hurry?" He cocked his head to the side. Her face was blank as she walked in front of the violin as to hide it from view.

"Because I don't like having insects in my kitchen." His eyes widened in epiphany.

"Is there someone here you don't want me to see?" She'd been caught, and her face spelled it out. He smirked.

"Get out, Kain." She said, in a warning tone.

"Or if your alone, then why don't you show me around?" He began walking up the hallway, towards Sherlock's room, his door uncharacteristically closed. Before he knew it, she grabbed his jacket, and he turned around to look at her.

"Fine-" At that, the door to the detective's room opened, to reveal a Sherlock wearing a white top and sweatpants, and had obviously been sleeping, from his hair and eyes that had only just adjusted. He looked slightly shocked, even confused, but mostly irritated someone had interrupted his sleep.

"Oh, I see how it is." Kain turned around to leave. She rolled her eyes.

"He's my flatmate, it's not like that." She said after him. Could things get any worse?

"Good." With that, he left. She turned back around to Sherlock, who she could feel seething behind her.

His face was that of complete annoyance, and his face actually turned up in disgust at her. For someone who slept rarely, he despised being interrupted when he actually did. He gave her a glare, and shut the bedroom door in her face. She sighed, and decided to go to bed herself.


Ramona woke up, and remembered that it was a work day.

She stood in the shop, guiding a man to one of the more expensive suits. He decided to buy it, with a lot of meaningless flirting being used to get to that. She checked her watch, seeing it was an hour until her shift ended. She thanked God, and then, as the next customers entered, she cursed him.

"We've got a groom and a best man looking to be fitted for their suits. Yes, they've got an appointment." One of the shop girls talked to the boss through the phone. "Yes, alright." As Ramona was trying to sneak away from the whole thing, she caught her. "Ramona, go fit the best man." Her smile was forced and uneasy.

"But- but my shift-"

"Ends in an hour, you have plenty of time. Stop slacking and do your job." She nodded in defeat, and trying to not look too embarrassed, walked into the main shop floor. Another girl led John off, and left the two together, alone, in silence. He had known she'd be here at this time, so he had come here. For what, to humiliate her?

"If you want to pick a suit and have it pinned, or I could take your measurements and-" The bell on the door rung, and at that moment, she wanted to run out of the shop. Ramona reckoned she could get out if she made a b-line, but it was already too late. Sherlock turned around, and instantly looked the most aggressive she had ever seen him. Ramona was surprised he didn't growl.

Kain smirked and walked over, his walk confident as ever.

"Don't tell me you're here for a suit, because I've never seen you wear anything that could be regarded as formal in my whole life." He grinned at the insult, as if he liked it when she mocked him.

"Surprisingly, no." He shared a look with Sherlock, in which his arrogant smirk turned into something that would only make Sherlock more angry. "I'm actually here to ask you to lunch." She tried to not look surprised.

"Unfortunately for you, I'd rather die." He raised his eyebrows.

"But you were being so submissive last night, I thought that you wanted me to ask you out." Sherlock's face was a blank slate. "Could it be," He leaned in, and his voice got quieter. "That you pretend not to like me when he's around?" Sherlock looked shocked for a second.

"Well, as much as I enjoyed your interruption, I'm actually in a hurry." Kain turned to him. "So, if you could have this lover's quarrel some other time, I'd appreciate it." His eyes were a white hot burning. Kain's aura changed.

"You don't scare me in the slightest." His smirk turned to a slight snarl, as the two men, which were the exact same height squared up to each other. "I don't care how jealous you are, it wont stop me getting what I want." Ramona was surprised Sherlock hadn't set on fire, with how angry he was.

"If I don't scare you," His voice was the most agitated it had ever been. "Then maybe I should hit that arrogant look off your face, and give you something to be afraid of." A fight could break out at any moment, from the tension that put them in their own testosterone filled world.

"I dare you." Kain's eyes narrowed, and she saw a side to the normally ice cool man that made her think perhaps he wasn't as composed as she had thought. "Get in my way, and just see what happens." With this, he looked to Ramona, and winked, before going to walk away.

"I don't know why you think I'm jealous." Kain stopped. "It's not that I don't like her being in a relationship, I simply despise you." Sherlock's voice was dripping with venom.

"Well, there'll be no hard feelings if I take her then, will there?" He walked out of the shop, and Sherlock went to go after him. She grabbed his arm, and he stopped, turning to her, shocked from the microscopic amount of contact.

"He's trying to make you angry, you're giving him what he wants." She felt his muscles tense with rage, and then, with a deep inhale, he composed himself.

"Take my measurements." She nodded, and led him to the fitting room.

Once inside, Ramona closed the door behind them and locked it, took out a tape measure and a notepad from her small belt that they were made to wear. He took off his suit jacket. The silence in the changing room made her cringe internally, and her heart beat fast at the obvious awkwardness that Sherlock didn't seem to notice.

"Your arm first." At least that wasn't an intimate measurement. He gave her his arm, never taking his eyes off her. She refused to look him in the eye. She ran the tape measure down his arm, and took a note of the number.

"How does he know where you work?" He said heavily, obviously still seething with anger. She frowned.

"Now that I think about it, I'm not sure."

"He also said something about last night." She began to take his over-arm shoulder width, keeping the tape measure at the back corner of one shoulder, just below where his clavicle ended. She ran it across the top of his shoulders, behind his neck and to the back corner of the other shoulder. Their faces were now close, and her face was flushed with embarrassment. She never had the problem of feeling awkward whilst taking measurements, as they normally gave off a feeling of awkwardness as well. However, instead of looking away the way she did, He just watched her face.

"Care to explain that?" He sounded angrier than she had heard in a long time, and she could see the restraint in his eyes as she locked with them, before stepping back and noting the measurement.

"He's..." She started, whilst still writing. "He helped me with my shopping bags." Instead of looking shocked, Sherlock looks angrier than ever.

"So he followed you." She sighed, now taking his chest measurement, running the tape measure around the fullest part of his chest, and underneath both of his arms. As she focused on this area, and the silence set in, she could see how his shirt moved as he inhaled and exhaled, and how it shook in a minuscule way with every calm heartbeat. She took the measurement and noted it.

Ramona quickly measured his in and outstep, going to a special place where she didn't feel any shame for a while.

"You're one to talk." She saw him tense his jaw, and for the first time, looked away for a second, before turning his gaze back on her. Her presence became even more awkward as she realised she had to take a neck measurement.

"If you could undo a few buttons at the top of shirt, just so I could get a neck measurement." He went to do it, but then his arms fell, and he smirked for the first time since he had gotten here.

"I think I'll have you do it." He said, obvious he was enjoying the power. Anger flared in Ramona, despite everything that had happened. Why did he take such an enjoyment in seeing her suffer? "It's not as if you haven't had any practice, is it?" She gritted her teeth at the insult. He saw this, and felt satisfied.

"I-"

"Or would you want me to tell the manager that you're incompetent?" He saw her fists tighten slightly, and then relax.

"Yes, of course," She looked up, to show him how angry she was. "Sir." He raised an eyebrow at the effect that had on him. After all, they were locked in a confined space together, anything could happen, couldn't it? He smirked in utter pleasure at having the upper hand.

Ramona realised her hands were slightly shaking, and she hated that she couldn't calm herself. It was just a few buttons, not the end of the world. She calmed herself, took a deep breath, and started on the first one. She didn't dare to look up at him, because she knew she'd only see a face she didn't recognise. She undid the first small white button, and swallowed. going to the second, and then the third. He stared at her face, knowing she didn't have what it took to return the gaze.

Ramona reached a hand around, to wrap the tape measure around the bottom of the detective's neck, just above his collar bone, where his collar would be normally. The air was heavy, and she felt her stomach flip. Ramona could hear his calm breathing, and for a moment, he was the only thing in the world.

Seeing the effect this had on her, he felt happy with himself. Sherlock could see she was obviously fighting something inside her. The humiliated woman took the measurement and noted it down. And then, it came to the worst part. She couldn't deny there was an intense atmosphere.

"I-"

"My hips, I know." The smirk was apparent just in his voice, and she wanted to run for the hills. She wondered why he was in such a sadistic mood. That electric feeling up her spine only got more apparent as her hands went down to where his hips were, and had to touch them slightly, to uncover where his trousers sat perfectly. With a huge amount of will power, she wrapped the tape measure all the way around the points of his hips, and found that in the current situation, she could have him right now. She could pull him towards her. A slight motion of her hands now, and it would be game over. She froze, and found she couldn't move her hands, her eyes wide, as she realised something that had been staring her in the face the whole time.

"You already know your measurements, don't you?" He smirked one sidedly, and she pulled away, embarrassed that she hadn't seen it earlier.

"Sorry, I guess it was a whim." She bit her lip, and looked up.

"Maybe you should stop letting your whims control your actions, and learn to control them." She said, with an amount of conviction it made him flinch. Now that he thought about it, feelings like this had never been existent, so he hadn't had anything to control. But now, they were present and in large quantites.

"Are you telling me you didn't enjoy it?" Anger flooded everything, and she saw red.

"Yes, I really enjoyed being completely humiliated by you, thank you for such a wonderful fifteen minutes." It had felt like more time. He had been enjoying having this much power over her, and had thought that she was enjoying it too.

"That's strange, I had you pinned for a masochist."

"A masochist?!" He knew she was furious with him, even if it had been a joke, she didn't seem to find it funny. "You may have been enjoying being perverted and making me do things that I obviously found uncomfortable, but believe it or not, I don't like it when people blackmail me into undressing them. Now, if you'd stop wasting my time, it's the end of my shift now, so I'll be leaving." She said, and with that, stormed out of the shop, leaving him completely stunned.

She left the shop, and with only her phone and purse, and started walking towards a cafe. Suddenly, her world was enveloped in darkness. She stopped in her high heels in confusion, and saw that she could lift the darkness off her. It was a large bomber jacket. She turned around, and saw Kain approaching her.

He had been waiting for her to leave, seen her walking in the cold weather with only a blouse and a pencil skirt, and decided to throw his jacket on her.

"Coralie." He greeted her. "Put it on." He said, with a smile. "I'm taking you to lunch." Her anger at Sherlock still clouded her judgement, and she obliged without a second thought. It was big on her, and she rolled up the sleeves, but it still came down to the bottom of her hips.

Sherlock ran out of the shop after her, properly dressed again, intending to stop her. He looked to his right, and saw her. And then he saw who she was with, and what she was wearing. Fury and desperation took hold of him, and he let out a sound of utter exasperation, realising he had been too late. He threw his head back, looking at the sky, and inwardly cursing his luck. He then stormed back inside.

"What happened that you were out of there in such a hurry?" He asked nonchalantly.

"Sherlock." She said. "Sherlock Holmes happened." Kain raised an eyebrow, guessing that he wasn't actually her brother-in-law.

After a lunch that was actually enjoyable, although Ramona would never admit it, she felt she had calmed down a bit, as he walked her back.

"So, what did he do?" His voice was casual, but there was an obvious undertone of darkness.

"Well..." How did she put it, without sounding like she had overreacted? "He humiliated me, because he liked my reactions." He frowned.

"Are you sure that wasn't me?" She thought, and then chuckled.

"You're alike, in some ways."

"God, I hope not." She shrugged at his dramatic tone.

"This wedding, are you going?" She bit her lip.

"Well, I was going to go, but after everything that's happened..." She remembered she hadn't told Kain about anything, and decided to keep it that way. "I sort of dumped my plus one last month, and going to a wedding on your own..." He looked in an expecting fashion.

"So, you're asking me to come with you?" Her eyes widened.

"Of course not, you'd just embarrass me." He raised an eyebrow.

"It sounded like you were trying to get me to say I'd come with you, though." He said with a knowing smirk. She sighed.

"Fine, fine." She gave in.

"Fine as in?"

"Fine as in, will you be my plus one?" There was a pause in which she thought he might actually refuse.

"Well, I suppose I could make time in my busy schedule-"

"You're an unemployed bum!"

"Ah ah, a rich unemployed bum!" He wagged his finger, and despite her grudge, she smiles.


The stag night was tonight, so she knew that he'd be out all of the night. Ramona went over to the sofa, wrapped herself in her white fluffly blanket, and began reading, the most relaxed she'd felt in a while.

Suddenly, the main door to the building was opened, and slammed shut, making her jump. Why are they home so early? It's barely eleven!

Ramona notices there are no sounds of people coming up the stairs. She frowns, getting up, she carefully tiptoes across the flat, opening the door, and peering down the stairs. To her surprise, they were both asleep on the stairs, like the pair of idiots they were.

She went to her room, deciding to let them ruin their backs on the stairs, and that she didn't want to encounter them in that state. Ramona was definitely tired from the day's events. She heard the door to the flat open and close gently, and after a pause, uneven footsteps coming towards her room. She closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep in case the person came into her room. Suddenly, light was cast into her dark bedroom from the light of the hallway.

She froze. She opened one eye to look into the reflection of her window, and saw that behind her, was a very drunk looking Sherlock. He looked unphased. He shut the door gently behind him, and approached her, if not stumbling slightly. Before she knew it, he was right behind her.

"Did I wake you up?" He said, in a bemused tone. She sighed and sat up in the dark, realising he was sat on the side of her bed, by her knees. It was obvious he was drunk, from the slight swaying of his usually deathly still and controlled body.

"Why are you in my room?" He shrugs.

"I wanted to see you." He slurred, grinning slightly.

"Well, you've seen me, so you can leave." She said, in a harsh tone she hadn't used towards him in a while. She was still extremely angry, and still felt awkward.

"What'll it take for you to forgive me?" She raised her eyebrows at his directness.

"I wont forgive you after less than a day." There was silence, and suddenly, he let himself fall back, so that he was lay horizontally over her knees. She scowls in pain, and frees her legs.

"What are you doing?"

"M'sleeping." He remarked, as if it was obvious. She tried not to laugh, turning on the lamp on her bedside table, which lit the room in a gentle, warm light.

"You can't do that here." He huffed, and she looked at him, as her heart skipped at his appearance. His raven hair looked soft and messy against the white of her duvet cover. He was fully stretched out, eyes closed, his hip bones sticking out in a manner that she could reach out and touch them. His pale neck was also displayed, the detective's Adam's apple sticking out. She bit her lip. Is he doing this on purpose? Does he know I can't be angry at him when he's so beautiful?

Suddenly, he let out a deep moan that made her eyes widen and edge backwards from him. What even is that sound? Ramona swallows, trying not the effect show. How did he make that noise? "My head hurts." She tensed her jaw and rolled her eyes, trying to calm herself down.

"I- I'm not surprised." He smirked, and opened his eyes, looking towards her. She looked outraged.

"Come into the living room with me?" She frowned, and then shook her head.

"It's a stag do."

"It'll be better if you're there." Her eyes widened, and she decided she had had enough of Sherlock making her feel like that. She put two hands either side of his head, and looked him head on, even if she was blushing slightly.

"Get out of my room." He smiled lazily, looking very satisfied. "Or else I'll-" She was cut off suddenly, when he got up slightly, resting on his elbows. Their noses were touching. Ramona felt her pulse get even faster.

"You'll what?" If she backed down now, he'd only manipulate her like this later. Although she liked that idea, her self control prevailed.

"I'll send John home, having had a fairly rubbish night, and he'll think you're a bad best man." He smirked at the response. She got a faint smell of alcohol from his breath, which wasn't necessarily unpleasant.

"And then I'll be left in your room with you, all alone?" Her eyes widened and she knew she had lost, getting away from him, and standing up.

"Why are you such a sex fiend when you're drunk?!" She almost shouted, annoyed. He threw back his head and laughed, getting up.

"It's too easy to get a rise out of you, Ramona." He walked past her, to the door. She fumed.

"Get out!" She hissed, opening the door and pushing the stumbling detective out of the room. She shut it, and rested her back against the door, exhaling in relief and sinking slightly.

He was getting better at winding her up, that was for certain.


The next morning, Ramona woke up to a phone call. With a disorientated face, she took her phone from the floor and answered it, putting another hand to rub her temples.

"Hello?"

"Hi, it's Lestrade." She squints in disbelief.

"What is it?"

"It's John and Sherlock, you'll have to come pick them up."

"Pick them-" Realisation hit her. "Oh for god's sake. I'll be fifteen minutes." She hung up and got ready.

Ramona leaned on the front desk in the police station, thoroughly exasperated and amused. She had brought two isotonic drink with her for the men that would obviously be hungover.

She sees them stumbling down the hallway towards him, Sherlock in a worst state than John. Ramona tries not to laugh at Greg's expression, as Sherlock quickly tucks his shirt in and subtlety hides his face from her.


And on that bombshell!

I'd been planning that out for quite a while, the whole Hannah not being who she said she was, Mycroft doing it for Sherlock etc etc

I haven't seen it done before, but there's still a plot twist coming up much later that I have planned out, which I think you'll like ;)

I've also been editing the first few chapters, after going back and wondering how anyone could have actually read them, and I changed Ramona's starting age to eighteen, and closed the age gap between her and Sherlock so it's only four years now, as it kept weirding me out how old he is in this, as he's definitely not that old in the show haha

Thanks a bunch for reading my story, and especially reviewing, it really means the world!