COD (Cause of Death): Unknown

Note: Thanks for all of the support everyone. It means a lot. I think this chapter is a bit more on the fantasy side. The first Sherlolly interaction! Enjoy. :)

f i v e

I was a nervous, antsy wreck as I stood next to my Nanna the entire visit between her and Sherlock. It had went fairly well given how I had imagined it going. She had always been more understanding when it came to people. Even if it was her first time meeting them. In a way before the initial meeting she did know more about Sherlock than what the papers said.

I never said anything too bad but she said that she would be fine if she was ever to meet him. Nanna had been telling the truth of course. All the way through his deductions, she didn't seem to be even a little bit off put by anything he said. Luckily for her, he had been a bit more courteous to her.

I did find that a bit strange however. Sherlock never held back when it came to his brutally honest way of telling the facts as he liked to term his deductions as.

I stared at him curiously as we rode back to the flat he occupied with John. I was confused but I was more concerned about what he planned to do next. I hadn't even been around him for a full investigation, just in the lab supplying the corpses upon his request.

I soon learned as we made it back into the living quarters of the flat that he was about to do a lot of thinking. Or as he phrased it to the army doctor who was typing away on his laptop researching, he was about to enter his mind palace.

When most people started thinking they would have a faraway look in their eyes and just stay in one spot while in their own head. As I had learned quite quickly Sherlock's methods were very unorthodox.

Upon ridding himself of his coat and scarf, he went to his room momentarily before coming back with sleeve of his shirt rolled up and four brown patches that I knew where nicotine patches were placed there. He stretched out on the couch and closed his eyes, tapping the patches at odd moments.

I tilted my head to the side as I turned to John who had stopped typing and spoke up. "Four patches, Sherlock?"

"Yes. I could have went up to six but it's not necessary. Let me think." His baritone was a bit more rough as he spoke that last part. He was troubled.

John didn't even move. He sat there for a few moments before getting up and gathering his coat and heading out of the flat. Was this normal for the two of them? If I was in John's shoes I would be a bit worried. Sherlock had four patches on his arm. That had to be something to be worried about. It seemed a bit drastic in my opinion.

I slowly glided over to him and observed him for a moment before I tried the touch thing again but this time I was going to try to touch him; flesh and all. My hand was shaking a bit but then a lurch smacked my hand on his forehead and then another larger pull had me yelping as I found myself standing in a room of white space.

It wasn't empty though. There was data flying by. Some quite familiar, while some was something I had never seen before. But they all connected, I could see that much. Each new picture, timetable, list, or piece of information moved by quickly. Never stopping long enough for me to read it too long. I was an avid reader but this was extraordinary. It would take someone with a such complex mind to even comprehend this.

This was Sherlock Holmes though. He could create something like this. This was him. This was his mind. His mind palace.

I turned at the feel of eyes moving from me to somewhere else. There he was standing there looking conflicted as his hands were up in a odd gesture as his eyes flittered from one piece of data to the next. He looked at me for brief moments before going back to the information. I turned back to the words trying to see if I could see anything remotely familiar or helpful for me.

I couldn't help him, I knew that. It wouldn't be right. He was the best when it came to cracking down on cases. He could figure this one out.

I heard a sound that that sounded like a growl of sorts. It was too close. He was right behind me. He spoke quickly. It was different from when he really got excited about something. It was angry. "What are you doing here? You're not supposed to be here."

I decided to do something at that very moment before that I would have talked myself out of if this was real. If my heart was still beating and this wasn't a part of his mind. I chose to be me. Not the me he was used to. The other me that he wasn't aware of. It would help me stay sane during times when I slipped into his mind. I was sure I would do this again. I wanted to.

It was really fascinating.

I turned around so that we were facing each other and smiled. A real smile. "Shouldn't you know? I'm a figment of your imagination or well your mind. You want me here for some reason. I'm not real."

I walked away then and trailed along the pictures and the graphs. They had slowed down a bit. I could see them more clearly now. It didn't help much, I couldn't understand it. The pictures were of me and different places I had been, even my home. It was a bit strange.

"That makes no sense. Why would I want you here?"

I didn't say anything even though I could. Silence would be a weapon from now on, I thought. I just gave him another smile before shutting my eyes and pulling myself out. That was interesting.

Before I moved away from him I looked down and saw the way his eyes flickered while closed. He was very troubled now. I could have made it worse. I wasn't entirely sure. Who actually knew what went on in his head?

I had just gotten a brief peek. There was more. Much more to uncover. I was going to step back for now. I would observe from the outside and then I would go back in. It had become a test, much like his experiments. Just not as chemical, more mental. I would see how that went.

I found a small piece of what was here for me while I was here. How long it would work, I hadn't the slightest clue. It did seem more interesting that way.

A/N: Hello loves. Interesting, yes? I feel a bit evil in a way for doing this to Sherlock but it amuses me. There will be more of this in the form of his dreams. I hope you all enjoyed this. Let me know what you thought, please! - D.