I hope you all guessed who called Mel in the last chapter - I hope you liked the other perspective, this one will be Mel's POV the whole time as well...

Did you see the article and all the hate Amanda Abbington got for it because she was worried her kids might see explicit fanarts of Martin and Ben (well John and Sherlock, but they kind of look alike)? What do you think about it?

Anyway - enjoy!

"Mr Holmes is expecting you, Miss." The driver holds the door open for her, and Melissandre can't help but be suspicious.

"How do I know who you are?" A smile appears on the kind old face of the man, a genuine one.

"Do you think I would be driving this car otherwise?" He is right. The car looks ridiculously expensive, it's not exactly what you'd call flashy, but it has this absolute elegance which would make Melissandre's father's car look cheap.

And he is dressed immaculate as well, the suit being tailor-made, high quality. After years of being surrounded with such you learn to recognize quality, even though Mel escaped that life two years ago.

"How do I know who 'Mr Holmes' is? He could be a creep who somehow had Kiara's phone." Even as she is saying it she doesn't believe it. Maybe it is foolish to trust an old man, but Mel can defend herself. At least a bit.

"He says to tell you My." It takes a second to understand what he is on about, until she remembers both the conversation with Kiara as well as the one with the apparently called My Holmes.

The drive is about ten minutes long, during which Mel has a quite interesting conversation with Thomas, the driver. He knows a lot about management, some of his knowledge is old and long updated, but other parts are interesting and new.

When they stop in front of a hospital instead of a house or a block of flats, Mel's rather good mood vanishes instantly.

"Thomas? What is going on?"

The driver looks sad for a moment, then forces a smile and gets out of the car to open the door for her.

"You'll see, come on Miss."

He guides her up through the hospital towards a room in the top story, and stops five metres in front of it. Just in front of the door is a man in his forties, with dark-ginger hair which is perfectly in place, just like his suit, complete with tie, waistcoat and pocketwatch.

"Miss Baudelaire." He doesn't ask, he states her name and this makes her feel small and irritates her at the same time. At the same time footsteps start behind Mel and when she turns around she sees Thomas leaving. It makes her feel insecure, but she decides to keep going and not cower away.

"Mr My Holmes, I presume?" Her voice is just as cool and polite as she wants it to be and she is grateful for her elocution lessons.

"Mycroft Holmes."

She has to suppress a smile. Why would Kiara give this stuck-up man a nick-name?

"Miss Baudelaire, I have the need to warn you. Kiara is currently asleep, so we do have some time. As previously stated, if you hurt her in any way, I won't be happy about it. And her other friend won't be either, we are not people you want to cross. This is your one chance to apologize, if you mess this up you won't be seeing her again, understood?" Mel feels the need to swallow, but she doesn't, she doesn't want to seem frightened.

"I understand, Mr Holmes. May I go in, now?" She straightens, and looks him straight in his eyes. He nods curtly and goes inside the room, holding the door open for her.

Kiara is only visible because of her red hair. She is pale otherwise, blending in with the pillow and the blanket. Mel rushes towards her, shocked to see her friend so helpless and small, connected to an IV and a heart-rate-monitor and all kinds of equipment she doesn't understand.

Kiara looks calm and peaceful, but her sparkling energy is gone for the moment. He cheeks are slightly sunken and the shades under her eyes are quite visible as well. Her friend is still beautiful though, even though she doesn't seem to be seventeen, maybe sixteen or fifteen right now.

"What happened?" Mel turns around and asks Mr Holmes who is standing near the door and is watching her every move.

"She was in Russia and was stabbed. That was three days ago, she isn't injured too badly, but they are keeping her sedated quite a lot to help her heal. She'll be waking up soon, she was already awake a few hours ago." Mel's eyes widen with every word.

"She was stabbed? Why? How? Russia?" She isn't getting any of this. What was Kiara doing in Russia? Why would she be stabbed?

"I can't tell you I'm afraid. Confidentiality. She won't either, so don't ask her about it." Mel nods and settles into the chair, trying to find a more comfortable position.

Kiara does indeed wake up, approximately two hours later, but it takes at least ten minutes until she is lucid enough to understand what's going on. Mr Holmes isn't in the room anymore, he left for a few minutes to do "work" as he called it, so Mel was alone with Kiara.

"Mel – what are you doing here?" She speaks quietly and slightly slurred, but not angry, probably because of the drugs still in her system.

"Hey Kiara. I wanted to apologize and then your lovely friend brought me here."

"Apologize?"

"You know – our fight. I'm sorry, it was just a btit shocking to have it confirmed, even though in hindsight I should have known. I mean, if I were to be judged because of my father, everybody would run away."

"'s fine. Wait, friend? What did he look like?" She looks worried at that, and Mel feels a bit shocked. What is going on?

"Tall, ginger-ish hair, fine suit? Said his name was Mycroft Holmes." Kiara visibly relaxes at that.

"Oh yes, sure, I'm just – you know, forget it." Mel narrows her eyes but decides to drop the matter. It seems to upset her friend, after all.

Suddenly the door opens again, not slowly like Mr Holmes opened it, but with a bang.

"Kiara - " The man striding in is wearing a black suit with a purple shirt, his hair is dark and short, but the ends curl a tiny bit. Before Mel can see anything else, Kiara speaks, or rather shouts.

"OUT! Now, leave!" The man's eyes flit over Kiara and then over Mel, and he turns around just as quickly and abruptly as he came in.

"Later." He calls in a light tenor before slamming the door behind him.

Yay, finally more than 1000 words! 1104 to be exact. Well, better than the last two! I don't know when the next chapters will come, the part which is coming is planned, but not written... welll, I'll try to write, but I need to read so many books, for examply The Fault In Our Stars. Sounds nice so far (I'm on page 60) I hope to see you soon!