"So.." "Shut up, I'm in my mind palace get out of the room" he spat "Your what..?" I said, he glared at me and I did the same back. "It's a information holder and it's saved me a billion times" he replied irritably, "now get out" "Teach me!" I exclaimed jumping up and down, he flinched. "Why?" He asked "So I can be clever like you!" I sang and he rolled his eyes. It took me 5 hours to build the foundations of my mind palace with Sherlock but for the first time in what seemed like forever, we were getting along. Night fell and I slept in my father's bed (John Watson that is) I could still smell him. ~"You smell like a poofter, John" I mocked and he feigned surprise. "Well I can't be more of a poofter than I already am" he whispered, clutching Sherlock's hand and we all laughed.~ I think I was ten back then and it was the happiest moment of my life. Tears welled up and I cuddled the pillow and sobbed for an hour or two. "Scarlet?" He called through the door "Yeah" I sniffed "Can you use a gun?" Sherlock whispered through the key hole "What kind of question is that?!" I said "A good one" he replied, I sighed as once again the flashbacks of my father teaching me how to protect myself and shoot came flooding through my head. "Yes I can, Sherlock." I confirmed "Brilliant meet me outside in 3 minutes!" He shouted "with the gun!"