A/N: Hi my darling readers! :D To be honest, I didn't know how to start this chapter. Then it hit out of the blue how I was going to. I like it to a degree, but this will probably end up being on of my darker chapters. Also, the unique names for the chapters are the words or phrases I base my chapters off of. This takes place shortly after the last chapter. I have answers to your reviews

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"I'm a freak, naturally, just how I wanna be.

You're a freak just like me.

I'm a freak,naturally, just how I wanna be.

You're a freak just like me." - "Freakshow" by Skillet (bridge)

I quietly walked up to Sherlock, who was facing a headstone. On it was written "James Holmes".

"Sherlock?" I called quietly.

"Heart attack," he said quietly, "he died from a heart attack. Mycroft told me when I got home. I didn't want to believe him, but father was there on his deathbed. Gone," he said as his voice cracked a tear fell from his eyes.

"I'm so sorry, Sherlock," I said, wrapping my left arm around him. I felt the package that I was holding with my right arm. "I was going to wait, but considering what's just happened, here," I handed him the medium sized box that was wrapped with silver wrapping paper and blue ribbon.

He looked down at the present, then back up at me and took the present. He carefully undid the ribbon and put it in his coat pocket. Taking great care, he took off the wrapping paper, folded it and put it under his arm. Sherlock took a bit longer taking the lid off the box.

"You got me… a scarf?" He asked, looking at me with a new light in his eyes.

"I made it," I brightly answered, "My loom's at home, so I can't show you how I made it."

He looked at me for a second, then tightly wrapped his arms around my neck and let the tears fall. I, quietly, rubbed comforting circles into his back and tried to console him.

"Why does it have to hurt so much?" He asked between sobs.

"I don't know, but it'll get better. I promise."

"How? How does death get better?" He asked, not coldly, but more like asking for comfort.

"It will take some time, but life moves on. I know," I couldn't look him in the eye, "I lost my dad when I was five."

"How'd he die?"

"The doctors told Mummy that he was deathly sick and that no one could see him. One day he was laughing and loving life, the next in the hospital dying. So, he died alone. It hurt for a long time, but after awhile I decided that I was going to be a doctor so that I could help people."

We just stood there for awhile, Sherlock's cries quieted down to sniffles.

"Sherlock, you know how people call you 'freak'?" I asked and waited for him to nod, "People don't like being around me much, either. They say that I'm weird for looking into all of this medicine. But I ignore them because I want to help people get better. My point is, if you ever want to talk, I'll listen. Okay?"

He just nodded.

I turned to walk away when he caught my wrist. I looked back at him, waiting to see what he wanted.

"Don't go," is all he said.

"Alright. I'll walk you home," I said, walking with Sherlock across the graveyard, "So, what made you want to be a pirate?"

He smiled, "The thrill, adventure and stuff like that."

A/N: I'm sorry for the depressing scene. Please don't hate me. :( Free virtual hugs for all of you for staying with me this long! :D