A/N ((Sorry, I haven't posted in two weeks! :O I have been busy... But here it is chapter four. I had fun writing this one. Hope you enjoy reading it.

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Sherlock saw nothing of Amy after she had left. To be honest, he had sort of expected it. Not everyone was impressed by his deductions. Not everyone was John.

Something about her puzzled him, something he was, for once, struggling to work out. He understood that it was linked to her travels in some way. What was it?

God, he hated not knowing. It was so frustrating!

The day soon passed and he thought long into the night. There was nothing else to do. Not having a case was starting to get to him.

Amy had spent most of her time in her room thinking things through, over and over. No way had she expected this when she moved in. However intimidated she may have felt to start with, she truly was baffled by Sherlock's knowledge of her. He knew almost everything about her; she knew very little about him. Perhaps it was time to start doing some digging of her own. She still needed to ask about the fingers in the fridge.

It eventually hit her that once again she was no longer back in the 'normal world' like she thought she had been. She supposed that her life would never be normal again after everything with the Doctor. After spending only a day at 221b she had noticed a number of oddities. She should know by now that nothing was ever as it seems, especially on Earth. It was the strangest place of them all.

At one in the morning, the list of odd things she had so far discovered in the flat grew more. Ear piercing bangs coming from the room next door startled her from her slumber. Now she was no expert but the bangs sounded a lot like gun shots.

"What the hell?" she gasped, leaping out of bed in a heartbeat to see what was going on. Panic stricken, she raced into the living room.

Covering her ears from the blows she came across Sherlock firing bullets at the wall, one after the other, without a single care in the world.

"What are you doing?!"

"I'm bored," he replied and carried on. "Bored."

Wincing at the loud gunfire, Amy moved from the door towards him. Grabbing his arm firmly she managed to stop him, and then yanked the gun from his grip. "Well be bored quietly."

"I have another one."

Glaring at him, she positioned the weapon a little towards his chest as a warning. "If you don't stop, I will shove this gun where the sun doesn't shine." He remained silent as she moved away; removing what was left of the bullets from the gun. "Some of us are trying to sleep-"

"Urgh, sleeping is dull."

"- and I need to be up early enough sin I can find a job," she continued, dismissing his moaning.

"What else am I supposed to do?" he groaned as he slumped down into his chair with a heavy sigh.

"I don't know. Read a book? Anything that doesn't damage anyone's hearing."

Sherlock scanned Amy up and down, seeing the tired and annoyed appearance that she carried on her face. "You're mad at me."

"Yes, I'm mad at you; mad at you for firing a gun at stupid 'o' clock!"

"No." He stood up and slowly approached her. "I meant about earlier."

She glanced away from him, setting her eyes to the floor for a while. "I'm not mad, I'm just -"

"It's fine, I'm used to it. People normally tell me to piss off and mind my own business."

So, he's done this to other people, too?

"I just don't understand how you can know all of that." Her eyes finally cast upon him. "The model part I can understand; a lot of people recognise me from adverts in magazines. But everything else -"

"The travelling?"

"Yea- no, yes, but I mean my marriage. How did you know it's over when I haven't told anyone about that?"

"I didn't know, I noticed." He saw her frown and guessed that he should explain. People always wanted him to explain. "There is a visible white band around your finger. It's slightly paler that the rest of your skin, suggesting you once wore a ring - a wedding ring which you have obviously now removed. That, plus the fact that when your phone rang earlier you seemed to hesitate and your expression saddened. The name 'Rory' flashed up on the screen; it was hardly a difficult leap to make."

"But how did you know I had left him?"

"Because people are sentimental. If he'd left you, you would have kept your ring on. Most do."

Taking a step back, Amy took a minute to digest the information. She didn't want to talk about her marriage anymore. She could feel the hurt and guilt, all of the things she had felt when she left Rory, returning to her.

"What about the rest?" she questioned. Now she was more intrigued than anything else.

Sherlock explained all he could, much to her amazement. He explained how he knew she had been a mother; how she had been travelling by her skin complexion and suitcase; how her travels had been with a friend and had been adventurous.

"What makes you think my trip was adventurous?" she tested.

"Because your body it toned indicating you've been keeping active. You have the legs of a runner."

"Well, someone has been looking haven't they," she muttered with a hint of a smirk.

Without a word, Sherlock swiftly moved back to his chair and sat down, staring up at the ceiling.

Tugging on her lip, Amy collected her thoughts. No-one had read her so well before. The hurt she had experienced when she learned that he knew of her relationship with Rory no longer bothered her so much. She was more overcome with astonishment.

She made to leave, only to then stop in her tracks. "You can tell all of that purely by looking?"

Placing his hands in a prayer position, Sherlock glanced sideways at her, nodding.

"Right... That - was -"

"Amazing? Incredible? Fantastic? Brilliant?"

"Now hang on, Mr-Show-Off, who's to say I was going to say any of those things?"

"John did. I recognised your tone of voice - it's like the one he used - so I assumed -"

"I'm not John." She smirked again. "Actually, I was going to say that was pretty good, but if you would prefer brilliant or fantastic -"

"No, pretty good is fine - wait, pretty good?"

"There are some things you missed."

"Like what?"

Saying nothing, she turned on her heels, leaving him to work it out. "I'm keeping this," she said as she walked out of the room. He definitely hadn't realised that she spent a few years travelling around in a blue police box through time and space.