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A/N: Welcome to the fourth chapter in this awesome story. I thank for all the reviews, favorites, and follows! To the people who did not look at my profile to find out why I was on hiatus, I did not have a reliable internet source and I could not post of my mom's phone. So I have been writing, but I am only able to post now. I hope you guys like this chapter!
Aaron sat in her flat writing more fanfiction scenarios, but having a hard time concentrating. The run in with Sherlock had been unnerving. Plus absolutely terrifying. When he had opened the door after watching her acting out the screenshots in her head like she always did, she thought he was going to be disgusted with her. Curse her. Call her a freak, like everyone else.
But he didn't. In fact he said she was fascinating. She couldn't write anymore, she had to get out for a while, to think. She quickly put on her jacket, grabbed her backpack and ran up the stairs on all fours. She peeked out the door to make sure Sherlock wasn't looking for her. She couldn't handle him right now. She then quickly left the flat and ran to the nearest graveyard. She sighed in relief and sat against a tree near the center, closing her eyes to relax.
"I really don't understand why you come here Miss Caldwell. I would think it was most depressing." Aaron's eyes snapped open in alarm to see a tall man with light brown hair, a fake slightly condescending smile, twirling an umbrella. But what really got her attention were his intense eyes. The same eyes as Sherlock. She knew exactly who he was, courtesy of Mrs. Hudson.
"You must be Mycroft." The older Holmes looked startled for a moment, before his mask was back in place.
"That would be correct. If you know I am, you must know why I'm here, correct?"
"If it's the same reason you approached John, I'm not interested. If not, then I have no idea." Mycroft scowled at her. Aaron just sat there. She wasn't going to do anything to show a reaction to him. If he was anything like his brother, he would go away if he was bored with you.
"Yes well. If that is the case, I will be off. Though one more thing Miss Caldwell." Aaron looked at him when he addressed her."You shouldn't hide so much. Why would you ever want to be normal?" With those words he left, and Aaron was really confused. What the hell was he on about? Then she was scared. What did he know about her? Now she didn't even think the tranquil atmosphere of the graveyard could calm her down. She got up and started back to the flat, hoping Sherlock would be able to enlighten her on his meaning.
Sherlock was sitting in his chair, using John's laptop, again, then looked up when he heard light footsteps on the stairs leading up to his and John's flat. He was surprised that she would venture up here when she had been avoiding them, or more him for so long. Of course it was Aaron, who else could it be, and she sounded nervous for some reason. He watched as she walked through the door, looking all around, even at the ceiling. She was quite obviously paranoid. Ah that's it. He was willing to bet she had finally met Mycroft.
"Aaron, pleasure to see you venture up here. Now what is your reason?" Aaron rolled her eyes and sat in John's chair to address him.
"Quit pretending you don't know." Sherlock smirked.
"Okay so you caught me. Did he offer you money to spy on me?" Aaron gave her a slight smile then it dropped, making Sherlock's eyes narrow. There was something wrong.
"He tried but I refused. I don't need the money, and before you say anything about splitting, neither do you. He said something that kind of confused me. I was hoping you could shed some light on it. He said why would you ever want to be normal. What did he mean by that?" Sherlock's face darkened at that comment as he snarled and launched himself off his seat to start pacing.
"How dare he! Trying to meddle where he isn't wanted! He should keep his nose out of it!" This confused Aaron further, as well as annoyed her. She hated not understanding something, especially when this something had to do with her.
"What are you talking about Sherlock? I don't understand." Sherlock stopped pacing, took a deep breath and lowered himself back into his chair. He steepled his fingers looking at the young woman across from him.
"What I mean is, he's trying to push you out of your comfort zone. You are not normal like he and myself. Big difference we embrace it. Though it wasn't always like that. When I was younger I wanted to me normal. I was bullied and couldn't make friends. He once found me crying, saying I wanted to be normal, and said the exact same thing to me. After that he actively tried to make me accept my abnormality. Now I surmise he will try the same thing with you. And while I hope one day you will also embrace the glorious ways of being different then the morons out there, you need to be gradually brought out of your shell. I will help you with that, as well as keep my brother at bay." Aaron's eyes were wide at this point.
"You... You want to help me embrace being different?" Her voice was soft and disbelieving. Sherlock looked perplexed.
"Of course. It would be nice to have someone different that I can tolerate to go around with." Aaron sighed and fell back against the chair. Of course he was doing it to benefit himself.