A couple days later, I'm still in the hospital, drowning in my boredom. Sherlock hasn't been to see me after I shouted at him, but John has. He's come ever day, in fact, just to say hi and ask how I'm feeling. I asked about Sherlock and John just said that he's been in his mind palace a lot lately. But today, DI Lestrade asked to talk to me about the case.
"Hey, Ana, how're you feeling?" He asks, sitting down in the chair.
"Better. I'm just waiting for them to release me from this bloody place."
"Okay. So I'm going to jump right it. Why did you pass out?"
"Because that was how I found my mother when I was 8." My voice is expressionless, I have successfully blocked my emotions.
"Oh!" He scribbles something down, "And what happened after that?"
I tell him the story, pausing for him to take notes. When I'm done, he calls on his mobile for Anderson to come down so he can take real notes.
"You're going to have to repeat the story again." I nod.
"What did the man look like?"
"He was tallish, with dark hair and pale skin. He had a look on his face that made you never want to see again. He made you feel cold and empty inside. Like life wasn't worth living." I sigh, trying to remember the details of so long ago.
"And then what did the man do?"
"He grabbed me, not with force. He knew he didn't need it. After he had killed my parents, he didn't need it." Just then the dark haired man walks in.
"Oy! I don't want to talk to her! He was with the freak's pet!" He yells, pointing at me. I cock an eyebrow.
"Their names are Sherlock and John!" Lestrade grits his teeth, noticeably annoyed. Interesting. He must really think highly of them. Well, I know that he needs Sherlock, but then why would he let me come along? Oh right, he must think that I am pretty, like every other man. Really? I have brown hair that is way too think and bright boring green eyes. Well, they are my best feature, but not much. And now? In my hospital gown, I know my eyes are tired and my hair's a wreck! I'm not very pretty now. But he doesn't think of me in that way now. Something must have happened. Well, I now he wants my story, but that is unrelated. He thinks of me as someone else's territory now. But who? Possibly John, but Lestrade knows that he has had several girlfriends and is dating one right now. Who else? He's never seen me with anybody else! Except Sherlock. Oh gosh! Again, Sherlock being all mysterious! But how could Lestrade know something I don't? I mean, the guy is smart, but he's not that smart. He must have seen something that my quick eyes missed, doubtful; but still there.
"Ana!" Lestrade shouts.
"Yes?" I ask, distracted from my thoughts.
"Anderson here asked you a question." Lestrade says, rolling his eyes.
"How do you know the fr-Sherlock?" He growls.
"I live in the flat below them, 221C. Um, clearly you are finished here and the nurses were talking about discharging, so I will be on my way. Goodbye!" I say, dismissive.
They get up and leave just as the light haired nurse walks in.
"Okay we have all the papers and if you'll just sign here, you're good to go! Do you have someone to pick you up?"
I open my mouth to say no, but a voice vaguely familiar cuts me off.
"Yes, she does." I look up to see a man with dark, slicked back hair. He's holding an umbrella.
"Mycroft. Wonderful to see you!" I say and get out of bed. "Can we talk more once I have real clothes on?" The nurse comes back with my clothes and I get changed and walk out to Mycroft.
"So, you just decide to drop by and see how I'm doing?" I ask, signing the final paper.
"No, I came to give you a ride back to your flat." We walk out to the black car that awaits us.
"How kind of you." I say and get in the car.
"Very. Now I know you have something going on with that brother of mine."
"Oh! So that's why you came. You want to talk about Sherlock." It all makes sense now.
"Well, not exactly. I want to talk about what you intend to do with him." He raises an eyebrow.
"What exactly could I do? He's not the most inviting person."
"I know that. But I also know that you're in love with him."
"I'm what? I am not in love with him! He's Sherlock! He would never love someone like me! He would never love!" I sputter, blushing. Mycroft just raises an eyebrow.
"Oh come on!" I shout and face the window.
"I think I prove my exact point, Ms. Turner. One more thing, though. Don't let your heart be broken by my brother." I look back at him. His eyes are sad. I nod and get out of the car. Back to 221C.
As I walk through the door to John and Sherlock's flat, John stands right up and comes over.
"I'm glad you're back." He says and hugs me. Sherlock, meanwhile is still playing the violin, completely ignoring me.
"Got a visit from your brother, Sherlock," I say, pointedly.
"Wonderful. So I imagine, he told you something that bothered you." He stops playing and walks closer. I feel my pulse begin to race.
"No not at all, Sherlock. He merely suggested that I stay away from you." Okay, so I paraphrase. He cocks an eyebrow, but seems to accept my "lie." He lifts the violin to his chin, but doesn't play.
"And I imagine the rest of your hospital stay was okay. Considering the fact that you came out alive and only lost a few pounds," He says, dropping his eyes to my waist. I immediately curl my arms around it and he raises another eyebrow.
"Go ahead." I say.
"Well, I find it very interesting that you would make such a gesture, considering the fact that in today's society, it is very likeable for women to be skinny. It is a possibility that you didn't like the situation that it came from, but that's not it, by how your wrists are bent. So that narrows it down to a friendly self-hug or self-conscious. Most likely the second one, because you have recently accepted the way your body is, probably in the hospital, when you got hit on by male nurses."
"Wait, how did you know that one?"
"Oh come on, John! Think! She is a beautiful woman, in very emotional and physical pain and those men have seen her probably close too naked! How could they not!" He called me beautiful. Sherlock Holmes thinks I'm beautiful.
"But it is still interesting that you would make that gesture around John and I because you feel so comfortable around us. So obviously, you have changed feelings for one of us. Not John, because he reminds you of your father, so you would never date him for fear of losing him, also because you think it would be strange to date someone so like your father. So, it's me." He concludes, but instead of reacting like a normal girl, I simply say, "Wrong."
"What?" Sherlock says, dumbfounded.
"Wrong, I wasn't hugging myself for any of those reasons. I was hugging myself because I was cold." And I walk out of the room and into my flat. I immediately head for the shower, needing one after three days in the hospital.
Dear God! How did he know that? Well, he's Sherlock! Of course he did!
I strip of all my clothes and step into the warm stream of water. And start to sing. Singing in the shower has always been a passion of mine. The way the notes blend with the pattering of the water! I sing song after song. Anything from Enchanted by Taylor Swift to On My Own from Les Miséserables.
Sherlock's POV
I walk into Ana's quiet flat, after picking the door with a bobby pin she had left in the bathroom. Handy little things. I sit on the couch waiting for Ana to appear, but she doesn't. That's when I hear the shower turn on. And that's when I hear her start to sing. Her voice is beautiful. Like the breeze on a hot summer's day. Like warm tea on a cold one. She sings song after song and I just sit there. I know that it's in invasion of privacy, but I'm so star struck. I glance around the room, looking for anything and I notice the big, grand piano in the corner. I didn't notice it before. I hear her sing the last note to one of the songs and the shower shut off. I resume my place on the couch. I hear the bathroom door open and she walks out, her hair wrapped in a towel, but her body is unclothed. When she sees me she shrieks and runs back into the bathroom. She emerges a second later with another towel wrapped around her thin frame.
"Spying on me, were you?" She says, and I turn away. She seems so unfazed for a girl that just got walked in on when she was naked, but it seems so fresh and real in my mind. Her green eyes laugh at me from a distance and I smirk.
A/N: I just put out a teaser for a new story! I hope you'll read it because I will be continuing soon! I didn't particularly like writing from Sherlock's perspective, but it had to be done! Thanks for reading!
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