As Eve finally got into bed later that night, she couldn't help but smile happily. They had talked for hours, long after John returned and went to bed and her Gran popped up to say goodnight, they had carried on with their conversation, lost in a world completely of their own. They had talked about everything, Childhoods and parents, School life and University, Everything about themselves and anything else that came up. She had laughed more than she ever had, even let out a few tears as she remembered her mum. And with every word her first impression of him became to fade away, as she began to like him, find a friend in him that she could never find with anyone else. And she couldn't help but fall haplessly for his eyes; they were just too breathtakingly stunning. But all the irrational thoughts were gone, he was her friend, someone she could finally be herself around and it felt like she can relax for once in this hard, cold world, and let her walls completely down. It usually took people months to get even a little peek behind her walls, but he had just walked in and knocked them down, but she didn't care.

Sherlock stood by the window looking at the early morning world go by, smiling. He had given up on sleep for tonight, every time he had tried, all he could think of was the past couple hours he had spent speaking to Evelyn, her laugh echoing in his mind. She was fascinating, most people crumbled after only one disaster, but she had been through several and didn't show any signs of weakness, expect one. The memory of her ex, even though she never mentioned his name or much about what happened, he could see it her eyes, that the pain was still raw, still haunting her. But despite this, she was still full of life, still so normal. but not normal, normal was too plain a word for her. she was extraordinary, she cared about others passionately, her mind sharp and clever, her bubbly personality infectious, her strength & self-power awe inspiring and she was beautiful. Even though he wasn't one for matters of the heart and all the complicated baggage that came with it, he couldn't ignore the fact she was beautiful, only a idiot would fail to notice that. He turned from the window, stretching out as he walked towards the kitchen.

Eve woke with a scream, bolting upright in her bed. Her body was soaked in cold sweat, her heart beating furiously against her chest, her breaths tight and painful in her throat. She closed her eyes, forcing her lungs and heart painfully back into sync as she bit down on her lip, trying to fight back any more screams. She rubbed her face, her cheeks clammy from the sweat, a tiny drop dripping from her hands onto her lips, the salty taste filling her mouth. She fall back into the pillows, but quickly jumped out of bed when she realised they were just as soaked as she was. She had to stop this from happening, she had to get past the nightmares. She walked to the bathroom, peeling off her sweat soaked night-shirt from her clammy skin.

She turned the shower onto its strongest setting, turning the temperature up so the room filled with steam, fogging up the mirror and window. The last thing she needed know was to see her reflection. As she stepped into the steaming water, she let out a loud sigh that was half scream as the water poured over her head. She could still see his dark eyes boring into her, like he was standing there, watching her with his cruel, taunting eyes. She whacked her fist against the wall in frustration, instantly regretting it as pain shot thru her whole arm. She shook it about, running her hands over her hair, her fingers lingering on her scar for a fraction of a second. She reached for her shampoo, pushing the nightmare and the memory as far as she could out of her mind.

'I am not in the mood for your shit today' she muttered to herself, the smell of cherry blossom scenting the steam around her. She breathed in deeply, washing away the traces of the nightmare, refusing to let it cling onto her like a second skin and take over her day. She wasn't letting a memory, no matter how terrible, rule her life. She was starting afresh. And that meant fighting the nightmares back.

Just then, her phone started to ring. She quickly hopped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her as she walked into the bedroom, sitting down on the dressing table chair as she answered her phone.

'Hello, can I speak to Evelyn Hudson please?' a woman asked.

'Speaking.' Eve replied, looking in the mirror, her hair was still slicked back from the shower, her neck exposed, but thanks to the heat of the shower, her skin was pink, making the scar look almost invisible.

'Oh great, that's wonderful' the woman replied, her happiness apparent in the slight rise of her voice. 'I'm Molly Hooper, calling from St Bart's hospital. You had an interview scheduled with the pathology department for next Wednesday?'

'Yes, um, is the vacancy still available?' Eve asked, swiping a brush thru her hair.

'well actually, we've been doing interviews with the people we short listed, and um, well there only you and five others, and out of those five only two who we liked but one recently had to move… sorry, I'm rambling, I do that sometimes' Molly sighed down the phone, making Eve smile, she was exactly the same. 'Basically this morning, there was a recommendation on your behalf, and we've decided we don't need to interview you any further, the job's yours if you want it'

'Oh wow, that's brilliant, that's actually made my day' Eve laughed, jumping a little in her seat with excitement. 'Molly, thank you so much, I seriously needed news like this today'

'No problem, you were the most skilled out of the others anyway, and this recommendation just sealed the deal' Molly replied.

'Sorry, you never said, who was it from?' Eve asked.

'We don't know ourselves, it just was there waiting on desk next to your CV.' Molly answered. 'Can you come in on Monday, just to show you around and fill out all the forms and then you can start whenever I've been told'

'Yes, that's fine. Thanks again, Molly, See you on Monday' Eve smiled, placing the phone down on the dresser when Molly hung up.

Eve squealed in delight, jumping up from her chair and victory dancing around her bedroom, a huge smile spreading across her face. Her heart racing with joy. She opened her wardrobe, running a finger across the different fabrics as she drifted off in her thoughts. She was excited to finally be doing what she trained for at University, getting back to the original plans she made for when she had finished travelling. Her parents, especially her Dad, would be particularly proud of her if he could see her now. Finally doing the job he supported her every step of the way, always encouraging her mind, always so proud of his girl. She smiled sadly at the memory of her dad, she would always miss him. He'd never been there to walk her down the aisle, or hold his first grandchild like he had so longed to do, but she knew that he was always there, in her heart and behind each of her decisions, guiding her own and believing in her.

She pulled out a long sheer black skirt and an old Beatles t-shrit, deciding on a no fuss, casual look to match her relaxed mood. She pulled her hair into a messy ponytail, but catching glimpse of her scar changed her mind and let her down, deciding loose curls suited this look better anyway. She walked into her main room, pulling her laptop out from the bookcase drawers and firing it up. She had noticed John writing on a blog yesterday and was curious to find out more. Loading up the internet, she typed John Watson into the search bar, several newspaper articles about him and Sherlock appeared and just under these, a link to his blog. Opening it up, she laughed gently at the picture of Sherlock on there, she was going to have to tease him about that, it was too funny not to.

She flicked through the pages, reading how John & Sherlock first met, laughing away as John wrote about Sherlock not knowing that the earth revolves around the sun, reading the cases with vivid interest and intrigue. She scrolled down the page. Reading intensely. She clicked for the next page, a smile spreading across her lips as she decided that she had made the best choice ever by going to live on Baker Street. She knew for a fact that she without a doubt going on a case with them, she had a feeling Sherlock wouldn't say no either.

The next page loaded up, her smile dropping as she noticed something that made her blood freeze.

'No, it can't be right, please be wrong' She muttered to herself, slowly breathing out. She looked again, but it was still there. It was him. Her ex, the reason she had a deep scar on her neck. 'Not you, not here, no!' She whispered darkly, bringing her hands towards her face in a prayer like position. She rested her chin on her thumbs, exhaling shakily as she read the rest of the blog post. It was him; there was no doubt about it. She closed her eyes, a tear pushing its way through her eyelashes, no matter how far she ran she would never escape him, he would always be there, waiting for her. She knew she ran the risk of bumping into him again by moving to London, where he was, but this was too much, too close to home.

She needed to speak to Sherlock.

She closed her laptop quickly, jumping out of her chair and running out of her flat into the corridor, the stone floor cold on her bare feet. Her skirt floating around her legs with each step.

'Sherlock. You in?' She called, running up the stair. She reached the top just as a man walked out of the flat. As he turned, her blood froze as she realised who it was.

'Oh now, this is an unexpected delight.' The man smiled, watching her intensively. 'My little Eve, what a pleasure, you saved me the energy of finding you myself.'

It was him.

The man whose face haunted her dreams night after night.

The mad man whose name made her shiver.

The man from John's Blog.

Her Ex.

James Moriarty.