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Chapter Seven:

The next day, Mary Russell was back to her normal life as a librarian. Well as normal as it can get considering the information that she has learned from a certain Mr. Sherlock Holmes yesterday. Not that she could ever forget how one book could "change the near future". Yeah sure.

It's not like I can do much, except try to find it again, she thought. So that was what she was doing. Trying to find a ruined book in a library. Oh what fun to be dodging fellow employees when asked "what are you doing?" or a "Miss, some help please?". How much is she asking to just have the book fall into her lap? Apparently a lot.

After spending eight hours unsuccessfully trying to find volume 12 of a certain series called the Day in an Animal's life, she gave up and decided to head home. Of course, as luck would have it she bumped into a fellow employee at the gates of the library. Mr. Oliver Brightwood.

"Oh just great! Of all the luck!" Mary cried aloud. Too loud because Mr. Brightwood (what kind of a name is that?) heard something from her,

"Come again Miss Mary?"

"I said, Oh great, what luck. Heh heh." She laughs that nervous laugh and sighs. "So Mr. Brightwood, do you need anything of me?" Please say no, please say no.

"Call me Oliver, and yes, would you give me the pleasure in walking you home?"

"Um, yes sure, Oliver." Darn it again! I just want to run home and sleep 16 hours, is there something wrong with that?"

So Call-me-Oliver walked her home and tried to make small talk with her asking silly questions like, "So do you adore the color pink?" or "Don't you just love geese?" Mary answered every one of the questions with a shake of the head or a nod. Too tired/exasperated to talk. His mouth never stopped opening and shutting until she reached the doors of the apartment. When he did shut it, she had to murmur a prayer. Until he asked her if he could come up for some tea.

"I'm afraid I don't have any tea."

"Then some coffee perhaps."

"Nope, out of that too."

"Well, alright then, see you tomorrow, I hope, Mary."

"Yes, uh see you tomorrow too." She was so tired she didn't even care that he didn't ask for the permission to call her by her first name. And so, she dragged herself up the stairs and into her apartment, planning to drop onto her bed with grace, but unable to since a figure was sitting on it.

"Strange, when I looked, I was sure you had plenty of tea left, Russell."

"My 'dear' Sherlock Holmes, I assure you that is the good tea, reserved for good people. And I also assure you that if you do not get off my bed this second I would scream 'bloody murder' for the whole neighborhood to hear!"

"Let's not have the neighbors get annoyed then." And like that he swept off the bed, and onto a chair.

Russell, however did not listen to his reply because when he slipped off the bed she slipped on and fell right into sleep.

End of Chapter
A/N: So please review! I couldn't update for sooooo long because of a certain computer hog, so now here's chapter seven. Also in chapter six (I believe) Mary was quoting from Shakespeare in "Twelfth Night".