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After my final class if the day, I walked to the park and waited for Sherlock to show up. Everything that happened after I met him was uneventful. I sat there trying to figure out how to do the assigned homework, when I heard footsteps behind me.

"You're early," he said.

"I don't like being late."

"Do you need help with anything?" He asked, sitting down beside me.

"Math. We started subtracting two digit numbers. It's just very confusing for me."

He reached into his backpack and pulled out a notebook and pencil. "Alright, so, if you have this," he started to write something down, "What would you have?"

He pushed the notebook towards me. It read 25-15.

"It's ten," I answered, it was basic math, "Why did you give me one that I could solve?"

"I'm starting with the easy problems and getting more complex," He gave me another one.

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"Um. Let's see. Seven minus three is four… Fourteen?" I answered hopeful.

"Correct," he answered, beaming.

I had a hard time containing my glee that I got one of the problems that was hard for me right.

"What about this?"

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"Oh dear," I said, resting my head in my hands.

"Just break it down. What's three minus two?" He coached.

"Where'd you get three?" I asked, looking up at him. I didn't see a three there.

"Is this where the teachers loose you?"

I shamefully nodded my head.

"Can you subtract a positive number from subtracting six and nine?"

"No."

"Using what the teachers say, you take one from the four and give it to the six to get sixteen. Do you understand that?"

"Kind of. So, I take ten from forty to get thirty? And add the ten to the six to get sixteen?"

"Yes!" Sherlock seemed pleased that I was understanding finally.

"So, if I have something like this I just do what you showed me?"

"Yes," he looked up from where we were working, "We have to go."

I looked up, too. I saw an everyday sight: kids playing. One caught my eye, he was slightly big for his age. And he was coming our way. Sherlock got up, gathered his things, took my right hand, and started walking from the teen coming our way.

"Sherlock, who is he?"

"My arch-nemesis. And he shouldn't be here right now," he stopped in front of a bike and turned to face me, "Do you know how to ride a bike?"

"Yes."

"Good, get on behind me," he instructed, getting on the bike.

I mounted the bike, sitting behind Sherlock. I placed my arms around his mid-torso so that I wouldn't fall off. He started peddling at a fast pace into the woods that mainly surrounded the park.

I heard Sherlock mutter, "He wouldn't risk coming this way."

After awhile, he stopped on top of a slight hill and asked, "Do you mind getting wet?"

"No, why?"

He peddled at an angle so that I could see too and pointed down at the creek at the bottom.

"We're going to go through a creek?" I asked, quizzically.

"Yep. Unless you have any objections."

"No, I just wasn't expecting a creek."

"A lake?" Sherlock suggested.

"Yeah. Something along those lines."

Catiously, Sherlock started down the hill, making sure that we didn't slide, skid or fall. At the base of the hill, he got off and held his hand out for me. I gave him my hand as he helped me off the bike. He led the bike to a nearby bike rack and set it there.

"Where we're going is just across the creek," he said, walking back to me.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"You have to promise not to tell anyone," he warned.

"Promise," I answered, giving him a good natured smile.

He looked away, then back at me smiling, "Alright, I trust and hold this to you."

"Lead on, Captain," I said, giggling.

He had a gleeful smile on his face.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing," he said, walking to the creek.

"What?"

"If you want to know, then you have to follow me," he called over his shoulder.

I giggled and ran to catch up with him.

"Okay, so what?"

"Another secret, when I'm grown up I want to be a pirate."

"I'm sure you'll be a great pirate, Sherlock."

He smiled and took my hand, leading me to a somewhat visible treehouse. "Thank you, truly, Molly," he whispered to me.

A/N: I just thought that it was kind of rude to leave the last chapter the way it was, so I made this chapter right after the first. :) I truly love the feedback I get back from you guys. :D