Hey again! Since people did seem to like my stories and I got some reviews which really boosted my self-esteem. Thanks guys! :*

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This chapter is dedicated to my real life best mate for all her surreal ideas on how to continue from the last chapter. And for God's sake, woman, HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU, I AM NOT PUTTING A PLOTLINE IN ABOUT WOODWORMS IN SHERLOCK BLOODY HOLMES' TROUSERS. Ahem.

I'll try not to completely disregard my grammar skills this time T.T Also, try and do less OOCness.

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN SHERLOCK HOLMES AT ALL! If I did, you would see Rachel McAdams being a replaced with crazy high-strung fangirl with glasses singing S&M on loop. And that, my dear audience, would be just plain insane.

/WATSON POV\\

After regaining my lost composure, I stood back up again to see a sullen Holmes and Miss Khan chuckling in triumph at the sulk.

"Anyway, the reason I came here." I cleared my throat, "Mary's invited you to dinner with us at 9, Holmes. You should come too, Miss Khan; she will be pleased to meet a new companion"

"Thank you, Dr Watson. If your wife is anything like you, I would be very happy to be her friend." Miss Khan replied, smiling gratefully at me

"She's not." muttered Holmes, eyes flashing at the mention of my fiancée.

"Holmes, I find it touching that Mary's decided to give a second chance because she know how much we mean to each other. Quite frankly, I didn't want a repeat of last time but now I see that I've got Miss Khan to keep an eye on you, I'm happy to give it another go."

He snorted derisively, obviously planning some sort of disruption. I looked pleadingly at Miss Khan who looked annoyed at the babysitting duty before finally sighing and nodded yes.

"Only on one condition, Doctor. Please call me Lily; I don't like being spoken to so formally."

"Then you must call me John. And on that note I must take my leave. Wear a jacket, Holmes!" were my parting words and I left Baker Street feeling rather sorry for the 2 women I had left behind stuck with a raving lunatic.

/LILY POV\\

"You wear a jacket." Holmes retorted to the closed door and I sighed even more heavily. That caught his attention.

"Why are you still here?" he snapped at me, "Shoo!"

"I honestly don't know." I replied and went back upstairs to the sanctuary that was my rooms, slamming the door behind me and sprawling on the comfy sofa that looked onto all of Regent's Park.

Boy, I have to admit it that was fun. It was like having an annoying brother all over again. Again.

You see, Holmes was right. I was a daughter to two people I was proud to call my parents. I was away on a short trip to the Himalayas with my governess and butler for religious and educational purposes when a cholera epidemic struck the village where our house rested on the outskirts. Neither my parents nor my brothers survived. That was a month ago. London had seemed the safest bet so I sold all everything that I owned there and travelled to the hub of the world's greatest empire. But I evaluated, I still needed to find a job as my amount of money could only last me so long and I had to stock up on the necessities.

Grabbing the cheques, I went back downstairs, pausing slightly on the first floor landing then shaking my head, and asked Mrs Hudson where the nearest marketplace was. She gave directions to Camden Market and sent me on my way.

/HOLMES POV\\

As soon as the front door closed, I immediately relaxed. That woman was so downright and rude! Was it not a woman's duty to be seen and not heard? There was only one exception to the rule I had encountered so far. The mystifying Irene Adler. But Miss Khan seemed similar to her but a lot different too. They both shared a way of driving me round the bend and locks of dark, glossy hair but Miss Khan was more caring [she did do her dastardly deed out of pure concern for a stranger], more polite to people who treated her kindly [judging by the way she talked to Watson] and was more naturally beautiful than Irene who caked herself in make up…Whoa, stop right there, old chap! No need to go that far.

Removing the latest thought from my mind with a frown, I mused on what would've happened if she hadn't come in and opened the damn windows. Asphyxiation was the most probable outcome. So she did save my life, I suppose but I could've done without the vampire comparison. My manly pride battled it out with logic and came away wounded so apologize to the she-devil it was then.

Muttering darkly to myself, I closed the windows and curtains before settling myself in front of the fire with my clay pipe and a copy of the Daily Mail waiting for Nanny to bring up the breakfast.

Later that day… [LILY POV]

I waited outside for Holmes to get bloody move on so we could get a carriage to The Royale. Although dinner was at 9, he'd insisted we set off at 8 so we could have the 'advantage' of being fashionably early. Being unfamiliar to London, I had no clue what type of place The Royale was. Posh restaurant? Fancy gastro pub? Gin palace?

Shivering in my newly bought hat and dress which I had to ask Mrs Hudson to assist me on putting it on [why on Earth did it have so many damn strings?], I decided to hail a cab and go there myself.

Stepping on to the road, I looked both ways for one but no avail so I started walking slowly down the street towards the main road where I would I have better luck. At least, I hoped it was the main road…

Twenty minutes later, I was completely and utterly lost, deeply regretting not waiting for the new bane of my life. Leering men gave me once-overs in the streets and there were no Peelers or cabbies in sight. Stopping a passing kind looking old man, I asked him where I was and how to get back to Baker Street.

He looked at me, puzzled. "Dear girl, you're in Wapping! Personally, I don't know where Baker Street is but I advise you to get to a safe place immediately. There's no telling about so called gentlemen at night."

I thanked him and the dear man went on his way, giving me a concerned look over his shoulder.

Trying to retrace my steps, I turned back the way I came from and got halfway down the road before I was confronted by three thuggish men blocking my way. I tried move around them but they shifted accordingly.

"Look what we 'ave 'ere, boys." The middle one smirked, obviously the leader, "A lil lady, lost and all alone. Should we help her out like proper gentlemen?"

His cronies laughed identical hyena cackles, stepping either side of me whilst making me back up to a wall so I was surrounded on all sides.

"Thank you, but I do not require assistance, good sirs. Now if you excuse me, I'll be on my way." I replied, bobbing a curtsey and attempting to move through a fast closing gap between Minion One and Mr Boss as I had so affectionately named them. Mr Boss blocked me with his gigantic arm.

"None of that, lady. You see, me and the lads 'ave been cravin' some company on this chilly night and now you've turned up to warm things up." He said, backing me up to the wall and harshly kissing me before I could scream and forcing his tongue in, hands wildly trying to rip my dress. The minions laughed and one of them slashed me with a knife where ever he could reach.

Thinking fast, I bit his tongue so hard, I swear it felt like that I'd actually bitten it clean off and kneed him where no self-respecting woman should have done. He howled and curled up in a ball on the floor, clutching his parts. Minion One came up and I quickly took a hat pin from my arranged hair and stabbed him in the eye and did the same to Minion Two but in the neck.

I ran as fast as I could with tears streaming down my face and covered in blood from the horrific place and straight into a muscular body.

Terrified of a repeat of what happened mere seconds ago, I tried dodging around them but they had a hold on my wrist.

"Miss Khan? Miss Khan? Lillian! What happened?" a familiar husky voice asked and I stopped and instead folded into Holmes' arms, sobbing madly.

I felt him pick me up bridal style and I fainted dead, with my arms wrapped around his shoulder and my head in the crook of his neck.

/HOLMES POV\\

Miss Khan had given up on me and she set off on her own, stupid woman, in the completely wrong direction. After putting my hat and shoes on, I set off behind, curious to find out where she would end up in London on her own and my subconscious added, to keep her out of danger.

I admit, I lost her in at the docks and found her again following an obscure street on the outskirts of Wapping. She was quite ahead of me so I struggled to catch up but evidently I didn't need to when I saw her sprinting back the way she came, covered head to toe in blood and her new dress hanging half off her.

I caught her arm as she sped past, and she turned round, trying to get free, tears clouding her vision.

"Miss Khan? Miss Khan? Lillian! What happened?" I asked frantically, my mind already making conclusions from her appearance.

She recognised my voice and stopped resisting against my grip and collapsed onto my chest, making my-Watson's-jacket wet with renewed sobbing. I picked her up and she immediately entwined herself around me and fainted, her head lolling lazily on my shoulder.

I spotted a private carriage jingling along at the junction at the top of the road and I lifted Miss Khan up and started ran towards it, signalling the driver to stop. A middle-aged woman poked her head out of the window annoyed at the pause but saw Miss Khan in my arms, bloodied and bruised and flung the door open to let us in.

"221B Baker Street, please ma'am. It's an emergency." I panted, out of breath.

She pursed her lips, concerned and hollered it to the driver who picked up the reins again and set off at a quick pace.

"You're that Sherlock Holmes, aren't you?" she asked me and I nodded in reply. "She's a lucky girl with a person like you looking after her."

I smiled at the old dear. "That she is." I sighed heavily, thinking of the outcomes had I not been there.

The carriage dropped us off directly in front of the house and I started banging the door madly.

"Hold your horses, I'm coming!" Nanny shouted and opened the door to see the pair of us, shocked.

Ignoring her, I shoved past and laid Miss Khan on the sofa in the parlour.

"Nanny, bring water and clean cloths. Oh and go send one of Irregulars to bring Watson, we seem to require his expertise." I said, distractedly, waving her away.

Taking the ruined dress off Miss Khan, I looked at the damage. Several long deep cuts that were going to leave permanent scars traced her body, slashing the muslin shift she had on underneath. Her heartbeat was erratic like she was having a nightmare and her breathing was shallow.

Suddenly, her eyes flew open, startling me.

"Mr Holmes…" she breathed.

"Yes, Miss Khan?" I asked pleasantly, as if we were on a stroll in the park.

"Thank you."

"I believe I was just returning the favour from this morning." I winked at her.

"Ha. You're sorry." She muttered triumphantly and closed her eyes again, succumbing to bliss of unconsciousness.

I smiled in spite of myself.

WOOP! Another chapter finished! PARTAAAY! *gets rum and pretzels out*

I realise that it is HIGHLY unlikely that you wouldn't see a cab near the Baker Street area [Camden] and I'm not sure Wapping is even anywhere near Camden but bear with me, please.

I had intended this chapter to be more bantering and petty arguments with Mary but I came up with all the angst-ridden rape stuff just there and then and it seemed a good idea. I wrote the majority of this today because I had the day off and there was nothing to do except to write and watch Iron Man 1 [Can Robert get anymore sexier? Oh, I wish I was Pepper Potts, Tony Stark's girlfriend, secretary and pretty to boot]PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE REVIEW! The reward from the last chapter still stands ;) *shakes a bag of cookies*