A/N: Hi guys! Oh my gosh! I'm so so so sorry for this chapter being so late! D: I didn't know how I wanted to make this chapter to be put down on here. :( Anyway. This is their Senior year. I have answers to your reviews
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Delicate crystals fluttered playfully into my view, covering everything with a fine dusting of white. It crumbled and stuck to my boots as I walked through the park. I just loved how it clung from tree branches, making them look like lace. Crystal spikes (not sharp) hung from gutters and tree branches, adding to the effect. The cold nipped my fingers, turning them a light shade of red. The cold never really bothered me like it does to other people. I remember when I was younger, people always asked me what I wanted to do when I grew up and I told them I wanted to be a doctor. They would, also, ask me when my favorite time of year was I just told them that I didn't have a favorite time. Each season has it's ups and downs. But the people who asked me what I wanted to be, always said that winter would probably be my busiest time.
I heard crunching behind me, but paid no attention to it. Not until I was tackled into nature's soft, cold blanket. My hands were pinned behind my back, rendering them utterly useless at the moment. But between the cuff of my glove and the cuff of my coat sleeve, I could feel the person who attacked me wasn't wearing anything to protect their hands. I knew their touch anywhere. A smile started to form across my face as realization dawned on me.
Sherlock.
I remained calm and said, "Why did you tackle me, Sherlock?"
"Why not?" He answered. I could hear a playful smirk in his voice.
I wiggled, trying to get out of his hold, but to no avail. By this time, the cold started to get to me a bit. Getting tired of his game, I rolled over on my side while catching him off guard.
"What was that for?" Sherlock asked, letting me go.
"I was getting cold. Besides, I have to go to St. Bart's for volunteering."
Sherlock got up, dusted snowy clumps off of his overcoat, and held his hand out for me to help me up.
"Would you like it if I walked you there? I have to go there myself," he said, helping me up.
I looked up at him and answered with a smile, "That would be lovely."
We were almost at Bart's when I asked, "So, why did you tackle me?"
"I wanted to surprise you."
"Should've worn gloves," I told him.
Since we were exposed to the public, he didn't smile, but he had a special kind of twinkle in his eyes that said, "Challenge accepted."
A/N: Okay. This probably wasn't as cute as my past ones, but I wanted to get this one up quickly. Sorry! D: Virtual hugs for everyone! :D