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A/N: Okay! This chapter 3 and it gets more interesting from here! Sorry about the confusion with the snake, but I really don't feel like changing it. Anyway, thanks to all those who have reviewed, followed, or favorited my story! Please Review!
Sherlock as usual, was bored. He hadn't had a case in 3 weeks, and hadn't seen Aaron in 4. She was again avoiding them. Or more him, because John has talked to her a few times since the snake incident. So she was avoiding him. Why, he had no idea. And at the moment it was just him and her in the building. It would be the perfect chance to bother her.
Sherlock rolled off the couch and started toward the stairs. He walked down slowly toward the basement flat, but stopped half way down. He could swear he heard voices coming from her flat. Or more accurately, her voice taking on different pitches. It was as if she was talking to herself. He moved cautiously down the stairs, making sure not to make a sound. He came to her door to find it open. He listened as she talked to herself. It was like she was pretending she was in the book.
"I think going through Moria is a terrible idea!" She yelled in her own normal voice. She then answered in a slightly masculine voice. "I agree with Aaranon. It is far too dangerous." Her normal voice came in again. "Thank you Legolas." Sherlock saw her through the crack in the door in a outfit that very much reminded him of the elven garb in Lord of the Rings. It was fascinating! Her imagination was absolutely astonishing! He had never met a person who would put themselves in the book in this way! He of course knew of the fan fictions called self inserts, but this was a new concept altogether! He had missed a few lines while lost in his thoughts.
"It sounds more like a riddle then sounding like you need a password Gandalf." She answered in a gruff voice. "Then what do you suggest?" She again answered as herself, or as she had said earlier Aaranon. "It means mellon." She then made noises with her mouth, trying to imitate the sound of the stone door of Moria opening. She then gasped in horror before stumbling back against the wall. Sherlock took that moment to push the door open all the way, startling her. Her eyes widened and her mouth gaped in horror as she backed away from him. He put his hands up in the universal sign of surrender.
"I'm not going to hurt you, or judge you for that matter. In fact I find it fascinating how you immerse yourself in the stories and become a character yourself. Even give yourself a name that sounds like it could be from Middle-Earth. Absolutely fascinating." At this point Aaron was looking at him in disbelief.
"You mean you don't think I'm weird or crazy? Most people want nothing to do with me because I talk to myself." She said looking away from him. She reached and picked up her snake Death, wrapping him around her shoulders. She then looked at Sherlock again to see him grinning at her. It was slightly unnerving.
"You are so much more interesting then I thought you were going to be! So much more! God I must ask you questions!" He said that last part, grabbing her hand and dragging her up the stairs.
She just went with the flow as she was drgged up the stairs and shoved into John's chair, Sherlock practically throwing himself into his own chair in excitement. "Now tell me everything!" He demanded, bringing his hands together and putting them under his chin. Aaron wasn't sure what he really wanted.
"Everything about what?" This question caused Sherlock to roll his eyes in annoyance.
"Well first of all, why did you start talking to yourself?" Aaron just shrugged her shoulders before she answered.
"I was lonely I suppose. That's why most people do it, right? Talk to themselves I mean. It's nothing really interesting." Sherlock didn't react, having already expected this, just wanting confirmation.
"You mentioned that you like graveyards. Why is that?" The girl across from him shifted uncomfortably as he stared at her.
"I find them peaceful, and no one bothers you when you are there. People are far too superstitious to do that. And then the energy that comes from being around all those spirits! It's amazing and so freeing!" By this time she had such a bright smile that caused Sherlock to give a genuine smile while she stared up at the ceiling.
"Fascinating! Have you ever had anyone else pretending to be in a story with you?" Aaron shook her head.\
"No. First of all people think I'm weird and crazy. Second, no one else sees everything the way I do. I'm not delusional. I know the difference between fantasy and reality!" Sherlock didn't like that she seemed to close off as she spoke about the people in her past judging her. Hindering her mind. He liked her much more as the vibrant girl he had watched make a small passionate speech about the allure of graveyards. He was going to have to bring that out more. The only question right now, was how?