First person to the perspective of Lydia: (Oh don't I sound smart? ;D )
I woke slowly and reluctantly, trying to cling to sleep as best as possible. Of course, sleep had other ideas. I tried to roll over but something at my hips was stopping me. What the… Why… Oh. I was still on Sherlock and I looked through my lashes to see he was still asleep; his face tranquil and free of worry. I peered down and saw that his fingers were still in my belt loops since I couldn't be bothered to get changed. I sighed, albeit happily, and nuzzled into Sherlock's chest. God, I had missed him. As I was lying there, on his (sadly) clothed chest, I began to reminisce. Remembering how we first met. That was electric that encounter…
I bit my lip as hard as I could to hold back the screams. My lip began to bleed and my kidnapper laughed. He clapped his hands with glee and grabbed my hair, thrusting a black sack over my head. I had been painfully aware of every little thing around me. I could feel someone breathing beside me and judging by the erratic nature of it, they had a bag on their head too. Our hands had brushed slightly and it was like I had an electric shock jolt through me. It sizzled down to the tips of my fingertips and went to every nook and cranny of my body. It was the most pleasurable experience I had ever encountered. 40 minutes later, I was dragged out of the car along with my fellow prisoner and we were thrown into some kind of working room. It smelled damp and I could hear faint drips of water. I was sat onto some kind of rubber platform and the person who was beside me in the car was now tied to me. We were back to back thankfully. The man laughed manically and our bags were removed from our heads. As soon as they were off, I glanced everywhere, analysing the entire room. A small chute was situated opposite me and I could hear running water. I looked down and realised I was on a conveyor belt of some sorts. I looked behind me just as my 'friend' did and our eyes locked. It was… bizarre. It was as though we knew what we had to do already. I could only see one side of his face but I wasn't disappointed. His dark curly hair was slightly wild on his head and his piercing blue eyes penetrated mine for any sort of deceit. He didn't seem to find any. He moved to his right slightly and inclined his head to something in front of him. I peered over his shoulder and saw a massive lumber mill saw. It was one of those massive circular buzz saws. I swallowed and suddenly the room turned orange, from the fire behind the saw. I looked at our kidnapper and he was grinning nastily. He had turned on the power, meaning that… I inhaled sharply and surveyed my bonds. They were double knotted and were very hard to untie if one was tied to another and the hands were tied securely behind their backs. We were steadily moving along on the conveyor belt. It was very slow thankfully. I sighed and swallowed. The kidnapped laughed again and flounced out of the room. I rolled my eyes at his 'dramatic exit'. I sighed and decided we might as well try. "Okay, we need a plan and quick. Can we turn to the side please?" I asked politely but meaning that I didn't need any argument. He nodded and we shifted so that my legs were on one side of the belt and his were on the other. I glanced to my right, noting that the belt was going incredibly slow. I bit my lip as I looked at the ropes securing us together. He seemed to have come to the exact same conclusion. We nodded at each other and went to look for an escape route. Our 'murderer' may have been dumb but he was smart enough to remove any object we could use to break an exit. He also locked every door. There were no windows in here sadly since the only light was from the ever approaching fire. My mind clicked and I looked to my left again, spotting the chute. "There's a chute there that we could escape from. You seem like a skinny man so we can both fit down it easily." I explained. He looked to his right (my left) and smiled slightly. He nodded and I frowned at the fact that he hadn't spoken yet. I shook my head. We weren't going to meet again so what was the point in knowing his name or anything like that? As though he could read my mind, he spoke suddenly. "What did you do to get yourself here?" He asked in a deep voice. Despite what his looks made him to be, his age may be a lot higher than I had first anticipated. It didn't take an idiot to know this guy was smart. But it took another genius to deduce just how smart he was. I could tell he was insanely intelligent and he knew that I was too. I'm not being big headed but I'd be stupid to think I wasn't intellectual. His question was a smart one. He went for the more important, obscure questions rather than dumb, obvious ones. I smiled slightly. "I was investigating his murders on the other side of London. There was another detective too but I never got the chance to meet him. Everyone made him out to be a bit of a freak but I would personally love to meet him." I babbled. He chuckled slightly; his body reverberating and making mine shake too.
"Well, I was working on the very same case. I wasn't aware that the other anonymous detective wished to know so much about me." He said in his irresistible voice. The belt was still taking too long to get there. A few more metres and we would be free. "I was told that the detective was Sherlock Holmes. I take it that I am in the presence of said man now?" I smiled. He arched his back slightly, grinding our bodies only the slightest bit but just enough to make me feel ever so slightly aroused. Yes, I said slightly a lot in that sentence but every move he made only took the smallest amount of movement needed. "The one and only." He mumbled with pride evident in his tone. I smiled. This man, well his name was Sherlock, was arrogant. But many would mistake his correct deductions about himself for pure cockiness. I would actually say that he was merely being honest and was stating what was so obviously there. "I do not have your name though. Would you be so kind as to tell me, miss?" He said with a tinge of sarcasm. I smirked and quickly examined the distance between us and the saw. In about 14 seconds, we would be free. "My name is Lydia. I'm afraid that I have no idea what my last name is…" I trailed off, reliving the haunted memories. I snapped out of it to find the saw was right next to us. It was very daunting to find it staring you in the face. I swallowed. Sherlock's hand gripped mine from between our bodies. "Are your legs long enough to touch the ground?" Sherlock asked quickly. I nodded and then realised he couldn't see me.
"Yes, I'm tall enough." I replied, my voice embarrassingly shaky. Granted I hadn't been in these situations before but I couldn't go around acting like a frightened child. It was now or never. It was life or death. I chose life. "Now!" Sherlock exclaimed and we stood up just as the saw came into contact with the rope. It saw through it effortlessly like a knife tugging through a vein. I grimaced and nearly screamed when the saw came into contact with my skin. Sherlock manoeuvred us quickly so that we were both out of harm's way. Now the only think keeping us bonded at all was the ropes tying my wrists to his. It must have looked quite awkward. We shuffled over to the other side of the belt so now our backs were together again. His fingers wriggled their way into the bonds expertly and he began to untie them. Meanwhile, I was analysing the size of the chute. It looked like it would lead to the outside but there was a river by this mill. It was like a water lumber mill. If we went down there, we would get positively drenched. The bonds came free and our hands snapped to our fronts so that we could examine the damage from the ropes. I had minor rope burn but that was the least of my worries. I quickly ran to the control box and opened it. It was complicated. I sighed and frowned. I flicked one switch and a light came on. I growled and switched it off again. I began to flick random ones on and off until finally, the power ceased to work and it cut out. I smiled and walked carefully over to where Sherlock was. I could just see his silhouette. As soon as I reached him, his hands sprung to my right arm and he lifted it up. I wondered if he could even see it but I decided not to doubt him. His fingers glided delicately over the deep wound and I winced at the sudden shot of pain. I could feel the blood pouring down my arm. I heard a ripping noise and I felt some sort of cloth on my arm. I realised that Sherlock had torn the fabric of his shirt, making it into a bandage for me. I smiled but I remembered he couldn't see me. "Thank you, Sherlock. If I may call you that rather than Mr Holmes." I said quickly. He chuckled and led me towards the chute, his hand securely on the small of my back. If it was any other's hand there, I would have slapped it away and performed the sleeper hold, just like that. We crouched down and gently prised the grate off of the small vent. I could hear the rush of water below and knew I was about to get really wet. I rolled my eyes at the choice of my clothing. I hadn't been able to change for 8 days and I was wearing a white tank top with boot cut jeans. I had still been preparing myself for a meet up with the detectives when the man found me. They obviously hadn't looked into it. I gulped and looked at Sherlock warily. He laid a hand on my shoulder. "I'll be right after you." He whispered reassuringly. I nodded and thanked him again. Lowering myself to the ground, I crawled slowly into the chute. I felt a sudden change in the air and realised that if I went any further, I would slide down into the river. I told Sherlock this and he registered it. I sighed and counted in. 1… 2… 3! I pushed myself forwards and slid silently down into the calm clear waters below.
Wow, this water wasn't anywhere near as dirty as it had looked before. I opened my eyes slowly to gaze at my underwater surroundings. There wasn't really anything in there for an exit. And then my eyes caught a little light far off. I would have swam for it had there not been 2 good reasons why not. 1) I was running out of breath already. 2) Sherlock still hadn't joined me and I was beginning to get worried. I decided I should swim back to the surface, at least to gain some air. I gulped in the oxygen I needed and waited for 12 seconds. It gets rather boring after a while. I decided to take my chances on calling him. "Sherlock? Are you there?" I called up the echoing chute. And then I heard a scuff of shoes. My eyes narrowed. Sherlock was much too graceful to have tripped or even to have scuffed his shoes. I heard a small guttural sound, like a groan after a blow to the stomach, and then a crunch, like a nose being broken. I bit my lip and wished that I hadn't hurried my way down. I scrutinised the chute that was vertical. I could shimmy my way up but I was already wet and if either one of them were thrown down, I would be in an immense amount of pain as well. I prayed that it was Sherlock delivering the blows rather than dealing with them. "Sherlock, get down here quick!" I shouted. I heard a strained groan, as though they were pushing something or if something was around their throat. "I'll… be right… there!" He called as loud as he could. I panicked and decided I may as well try and make myself useful. I grabbed a small chain at the bottom of chute wedged my foot above it. I then put my hand flat against the metal and hoisted my way up. I didn't have much more space really. I shifted my weight so that my legs were holding most of it and sort of leaped up, catching another chain as I went. One more should do it. I repeated the action and shimmied my way onto the flat part and gazed through the small gap in the bottom of the wall. There was Sherlock, in a headlock, but he still seemed to have the upper hand. The other man was the kidnapper, back to see if we were dead or not. He may have had Sherlock locked into a position but if Sherlock kicked his right leg up he would be able to prevent the man having more children, resulting in groaning and a clean escape. Of course, we'd have to tie him up to prevent him from escaping. I grinned as Sherlock locked eyes with me. He half smiled and I realised that the lights were back on. I gave him a quick wink and he grinned. I got into a crouching position and readied myself for an attack. I have to admit, I did look like a cat. Sherlock coughed once and I took that as my signal. I dashed out of the small crawl place and kicked the man in the nose. He howled in pain and released Sherlock immediately. Sherlock was about to aim a punch at his face but having been cut off from the essential air, he couldn't coordinate properly. I made him sit down and get his head right. "Stay." I winked at him cheekily. He winked back. I turned back to the murderer. I remembered his name as 'Greg'. I was too busy wondering why I couldn't remember it earlier that I didn't see his attack. He jabbed forwards with a kick but I was just that little bit faster. I side-stepped and the leg coasted past me. I grabbed his knee and punched it as hard as I could. He roared in pain and I quickly gave him a powerful uppercut. He grabbed my hair and yanked on it and it took quite a bit of control to not even whimper. He also managed to get a couple of punches in. He aimed an elbow to my face but I managed to counter it. Instead, I kicked upwards with my knee and slammed my fists onto his back. His chin went smashing into my still raised knee. He fell unconscious. I breathed deeply, allowing myself a moment to let my guard down. I swallowed and grabbed the rope that had been knotting Sherlock's wrists and my own together earlier and quickly tied it around his body in a satisfactory navy knot. I nodded once I proved it was secure and went back over the Sherlock. I tilted his head back ever so slightly to get a closer look at this face. He stared at me the whole time I examined his body for cuts and bruises and breakages and fractures. There were none thankfully. His neck was a little swollen and he had a large cut on his cheek, right by his lip. I bit my lip, only to wince. I had not expected to have a split lip. I'm pretty sure I had a bruise on my cheek and a few grazes on my arm but nothing too bad. I grabbed the fabric from my top and ripped some off of it. I was thankful that my top had not gone as see through as it could have been. I gently dabbed at his bleeding cheek with it and wet it a little with my saliva. If he didn't like it, he made no move to stop me. I dropped the bloodied cloth and began to use my fingers to survey any damage. I practically caressed it as I studied it. There were no fragments of any sort of material to my relief. I smiled faintly and stood up. "You should be fine now. Your neck could do with a rest once we get out of here." I summarised and began to make my way over to the vent. Sherlock grabbed my arm and turned me back around. I frowned but then understood as he began to turn my face this way and that to get a closer look at any damage. He sighed softly when he came across something upon my cheek. I frowned and put my finger to it gently but immediately drew back when I felt the warm, stickiness of the crimson liquid which kept me alive. Again, he removed some of his shirt to care for my wound. I put up a hand to stop him but he continued anyway. I rolled my eyes and decided to just go with it. I noticed that his shirt was becoming less and less… well, of a shirt. The entire bottom of the shirt had been ripped away and was now coating my bare arm, hiding my rather serious wound from the saw. He had used a little bit more just now for my face and judging by the small remnants of cloth that was dotted around on Greg's face; he used it as an attempted gag as well. I looked down and regretted it instantly since I couldn't look away. Sherlock had a 6 pack. A fucking 6 pack! Holy shit, I was getting there but seriously? I barely managed to tear my eyes away from his abs in time when he looked into my eyes. I sighed and hesitated for a split second. I decided to anyway and gave him a hug. He stood stiff for a few seconds and for a moment, I thought that he was going to push me away. Instead, to my relief, he wrapped his arms loosely around my waist. I smiled softly and pulled back gently. I turned back to the chute and peered into it once more. I span back to Sherlock and saw that for a split-second, his eyes were on my '6 pack' as well. I'm pretty sure he had noticed me gawping at his stomach as well so we were even now. I smirked and beckoned him over. He walked over cautiously, ready to jump in front of me and protect me in case another enemy walked in. I grinned to reassure him and it seemed to work. He visibly relaxed and I crawled into the chute once more. I looked back to see him watching me go down and to make sure it was safe. "I'll see you on the other side." I winked at him and pushed off.
I surfaced and regretted it very quickly since Sherlock was literally about to fall on me. I yelped and ducked under again. All I saw was the large amount of bubbles as he was enveloped by the water. I swam back up again and waited for a moment until Sherlock finally reached the air. I grinned at him and he returned it. I smoothed my hair back and quickly launched into the talk about the escape. "Okay, when I came down here earlier, I saw a small light. I have a feeling that that is the natural light from outside." I explained. He nodded and we quickly made our way to the light. We eventually swam out of the small cavern and escaped to the river bank. I dragged myself up, gasping for the air I so desperately needed. Sherlock was already up and on his back but was still gulping in air. I collapsed onto my back beside him and put a hand over my face. That… was the best adrenaline rush I had ever had in my life. I found myself laughing despite the clouds rolling in and threatening to rain. I was already soaked, what difference did another shower make? Soon Sherlock joined me in my laughter and the rain began to hammer down. "That… was unbelievable." I said breathlessly into the darker grey sky that was filled with rain. Sherlock chuckled and nodded. I smiled giddily and waited for something else to say. But all I could think about was this… adrenaline rush I gained from this. It was just too much of a waste if I weren't to develop these skills or to further my way into the police's system. "This is what I want to do. This… this is like the thrill of the hunt. I need this now. I can feel it." I whispered, half to myself. Sherlock turned his head to look at me. I gazed back at him and for a few minutes, that was all we did. Thunder erupted somewhere in the distance and I looked up towards the forest behind us. My grandmother had always said 'Never run to trees in a thunderstorm. They're like bloody pylons with the way they attract that lightning.' "Let's go. We should get to a building. (Obviously not the mill)." Sherlock said, gesturing to the mill that was now half a mile behind us. I grinned and nodded. We struggled to our feet in our soaked clothing. As we walked to find some description of protective shelter, Sherlock gave me an offer. "Would you like to solve cases with me? I would highly appreciate the help." He had said. I had smiled and nodded. I couldn't say no to that. There was no way in hell that I could refuse a once in a lifetime offer such as that. So, I became his partner for a time. I eventually got sent out to Japan for some overrated work out there. I had contacted Sherlock and he was practically begging me to come back. I had said I would think about it. As a matter of fact, I was already in Britain. I was travelling towards London to see him. I got held up by a few cases along the way but I eventually made it. Sherlock… was everything to me.
I snapped out of my silly flashback. That last sentence I had thought… 'Sherlock… was everything to me.' That scared me. Was I really ready for a commitment like this? Well, it's not quite a commitment I guess but… No, I was ready. I felt I should really settle down and find someone who understood me and would be with no matter what. It didn't even freak me out that that person could be Sherlock. I loved him. I love him… I am completely in love with Sherlock Holmes and I'm not ashamed to think it. Now… how am I going to tell him?
Hehe, like that long flashback? It was supposed to be short but once I started, I couldn't stop! I'm obsessed with this story, I swear. I told you all I go through phases but this one I just keep coming back to. It's this and Death Note. Oh, and Matt Bellamy ;) Because Sherlock, L and Matt are just too sexy xD Right, hope you enjoyed that. Cheers folks.
Luna