John's POV
After she shamelessly corrected Sherlock, she turned on her heel and went to the couch to face away from us and curl up. It seemed that she was done with us for the evening. And I couldn't blame her, if Sherlock was right, she had been running for days now, and no doubt she had had very little sleep. Picking up Sherlock's own untouched cup and my own empty one, I returned them to the kitchen. He was still sitting at the table, staring at the wrapped up figure on the couch. She had fallen asleep, her small frame softly expanding and shrinking with her breaths. Shaking my head, I walked over and attempted to uncurl her but just before I could touch her I heard Sherlock's voice come from behind me.
"Don't," I turned to face him, "She would just tense up if you touched her, it's better to let her alone." I sighed, of course he was right. He was always right, unless it was about the solar system. Smirking at the thought, I remarked that I was going back to bed and turned in for the night myself, heading up the staircase.
Sherlock's POV
I lost track of the time as I sat in the kitchen, searching through my mind palace. No singularly significant drug lords or kidnappers were on the radar; so this one had to be well hidden, able to keep low and a normal life outside of his deranged one. He had a god complex, a power craze, a need to be dominant in every way. Mother problems, separation anxiety, a whole list of psychological problems. Movement came from the couch, pulling me out of my concentration. Asha had stretched out on the couch, and was now facing the ceiling. Whimpers escaped her lips; her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to hold back tears she didn't even know she was crying. Nightmares were racking her mind as she convulsed on the couch.
I watched as she fought through it. She has been trapped for three years, but even after that she was able to pick herself up and somehow escape. He was obviously willing to come after her, meaning that he didn't have anybody else in his possession, most likely he kept one until he killed them or they just died from the circumstances. That's why she was so wary and cautious of John and I. John frightened her, so his physical traits had to be memory triggers. Memories of pain and fear. He would get to those tomorrow, he would figure her out completely tomorrow.
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