"The… Lockness Monster?" Watson asked, leaning on his cane with an odd look on his face. I chuckled some as I laid half on the bed, half hanging upside down. I wore black jeans, a black shirt with a black and white hoodie, my hair was in it's normal ponytail with a black and white stripped beanie. I must say, when you mention 'American' to anyone, they immediately disregard how I am dressed. It's kinda cool.
"Yes Doctor. That is why I have hired Mr. Holmes. I must know how my Husband died." The women, Sara Harland, said.
"Have you checked the castles?" I muttered, only to realize I had said what Holmes was going to say. I looked over to find Watson, Sara, and Holmes all staring at me and I smiled some. Watson looked back to the Lady as Holmes raised an eyebrow at me with a small smirk.
"Right then. No worries and all that." He said, looking back to Sara. "I am on the-"
"Excuse me Lady's and gentleman." Sherlock turned on his heels to look at the Scotsman that interrupted him. "We have some rooming trouble. It would seem you have to be in pairs." Holmes shot his head to me and I stared at him wide-eyed.
"Holmes, do-"
"Do? Right then. Me and the lady Lara shall share a room." I fell off the bed, face in the floor, groaning. I stayed there as Watson and Sara picked up their stuff and left for their rooms, and only lifted my head up with a glare when I knew Holmes was looking down at me.
"I hate you."
"Why, I quite enjoy your company too!" he said with glee and sat on the bed I was just on. I got up and sat on the opposite, now the both of us having a staring contest. "What are you hiding?" He asked and I winced, looking away.
"Don't worry about it." I muttered, looking back to him with a hard look.
"Fine. Then tell me what Moriarty said to you that caused such great woe." It wasn't a question, and the look in his eyes told me he wouldn't let it go. The same look John always described whenever Holmes was either in a fit or worried. I licked my lips and began to mess with my lip ring, looking at the ground. His eyes burned into my soul as I tired to bring the story into my head, knowing he had to know one way or the other.
"He set up the case." I looked up into his burning eyes, wanting to see if I could catch any emotions to cross him. "He knew you would use me as a decoy, and therefore was waiting in the ally. The man was able to rip my dress, but Moriarty stabbed him. He turned to me then, asking me for information." His brows came together and I smiled sadly. "Don't worry, I told him nothing. He warned me I only had two weeks before he will come to get me. Wednesday, 2:13 AM at Waterloo to be exact." I winced, trying to hide it, and looked down, biting my lip ring.
"He said something else, didn't he?" I didn't look up at him. I refused to look up at him. "You would not be so afraid if that was all he had said." I sighed some, barley glancing up at him through my blond bangs.
"He told me of two things. The first of which was he would be after you if I would not cooperate." He raised an eyebrow, brown eyes burning with interest.
"And the second?"
"Is personal." He continued to stare, jaw tense as his fascination peaked.
"Knowing him, it would have been a threat against someone you care for. Maybe a friend, or even yourself." he muttered, looking away in thought. "A threat to keep you here, or maybe to-"
"He said you are incapable of love." He froze, looking to the side. "A man of no soul or heart can never care for anyone." He never moved, his whole body tense as the air suddenly became cold. "Holmes… What did he mean?" He stood, pacing.
"Did you tell him you could not read my emotions?" he asked, stopping at staring at me.
"No… Why?" He continued his pacing, a finger to his mouth as he thought.
"Because that is why he brought you from your time to ours. He needed to know my emotions to control me. I am glad you didn't say anything, for he would have surly killed you on the spot." he stopped, hands behind his back as he looked up at the ceiling.
"I thought he knew everything about you." He looked over to me, raising an eyebrow.
"You can't know something someone never shows. He isn't positive of my feelings, of where I stand, so therefore he is in need of you. Now, the real case is how he knows of you." He ran a hand through his messy black hair, turning to the window and looking out into the darkness. "Have you been followed? In your time of course." I thought back, trying to remember the feelings of those around me.
"No. Not that I know of."
"Of course you wouldn't know." He muttered, making stick my tongue out at his back.
"Oh bite me." He looked at me over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow.
"Do not make a request you are not willing to fulfill." I stared at him with wide eyes as he turned back to the window. "A lesson of life woman. A lesson you shall learn."