A/N: I would like to thank everyone who has reviewed, alerted and put this on their favorites. I know I dropped off of the face of the Earth, but I've been busy, what can I say? Anyway, here's another chapter!
Many people, over the years, have berated Sherlock Holmes on his cold and detached attitude towards people, death, life and anything else he deems 'unnecessary.'
Even with his massive hard drive, his memory space didn't need to be filled with things he wasn't going to use.
He didn't need knowledge on the Solar System (Thank you very much John!), nor did he need to know the significance of 42.
The nursery rhyme was for a case and he'll admit he didn't delete it, but he would get around to it. (Shut up John...)
It's not that he tries to be different. Or that he doesn't care.
Because he does. More than anyone would ever know.
It's just that it's a little hard to care much for us sniveling, pathetic humans when you're a highly advanced psychopathic alien.
(High-Functioning Sociopathic alien, thank you.)