Hey guys! I'm just gonna post chapters whenever I have the time okay? Also there was a mistake and I tried posting chapter one twice... Sorry about that.
And I also need to say that sadly Sherlock does go OOC and I'm sorry for that. But this is also my second story. My first one is far from the story line of the Percy Jackson series and mainly focuses on the Gods and Goddess and Max.
And I'm rambling. Sorry guys. Anyway here we go. I hope you can look past the OOCness and like what I have to write. Also my shift key on my keyboard is broken. So you might find some interesting sings along the way. And if you do tell me.
Also I know it's really short, but I'm tired and I haven't slept in a couple days so I'm gonna head to bed. Night guys. I'll also make the other one pretty long. Remember tell me what you think and how I should improve.
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MAX POV
Marry and Max became friends instantly. They had the same interest, and were both more on the tomboy side then anything. John and Sherlock were discussing cases as the girls talked about their favorite hobbies and the likes. Max's head snapped to Sherlock and John at the mention of the detective having a website.
''Oh, you have a website? What do you have on there?''
Max asked turning her full attention to Sherlock. But before Sherlock could open his mouth, John spoke up.
''Tobacco Ash, two hundred and forty types of tobacco ash to be exact.''
Max saw Sherlock roll his eyes in annoyance. She smiled slightly as she glanced at John.
''Two hundred and forty? I might want to look in on this.''
Her eyes focused back on Sherlock when she saw the slightest move from the corner of her eye. He raised an eyebrow in question and she gave him one in return. John snorted and Max looked to him again, forced to be the one to look away first. They went back to talking. The four started cracking jokes, smiling and enjoying each others company, with the exception of Sherlock's brief smirks. In a blink of an eye time flashed by, and now it was 11 pm. Sherlock was heading for the door, Max behind him, when John asked Max where she was staying. She stopped in her tracks and put her head down, as if she were being scolded.
''I forgot all about that. I haven't found a hotel yet and my stuff is at the station.''
''We don't have a spare room. It's way too late for you to be able to find a decent room. Do you know of anywhere she can stay John?"
John thought about it for a while, and then it clicked in his mind.
"Sherlock you have a spare room upstairs, my old one. You don't think Ms. Hudson would mind if she stayed there until she found a place do you?"
Sherlock shook his head "John..." He hesitated then sighed. "Lestrade should still be at the station. We could go by and pick it up."
"Thank you. I'll see you guys tomorrow then? Goodnight."
Sherlock gave them a nod and the two headed out the door together. The wind picked up pretty quick as the began to walk towards the main road for a cab. Max was use to the cold and it didn't bother her much. They walked in silence for a bit, looking for a cab, theirs hands brushed each other. Max then quickly sidestepped further away as Sherlock stopped and looked at her.
''Are you cold?''
''No I'm fine. I'm use to this kind of weather actually.'' She paused for a moment. ''Aren't you suppose to be able to take one glance at me and know my life story? Shouldn't you be able to tell?''
Max stopped when she realized he wasn't next to her. She turned to see where he had gone and found him taking his long coat off.
''Really, it's quite alright. I'll be fine.''
But it seemed her plea was a waste of breathe, for he already decided on what he was going to do. He walked forward and handed it to her.
''Put it on.''
She hesitated at first and he began to walk off. She quickly put it on and followed. When she caught up, she examined him. Waiting for the slightest shake so she could give it back. She was lost, staring at his features on his handsome face, until she noticed the smirk that was on it and looked away. She put her hands in the pocket and walked alongside him. The coat was quite warm. This belonging to Sherlock, which fit him perfectly, placed on Max was a different story. Max, who was two times smaller than Sherlock, watched as the long coat hung just a little bit off her knees. The longer she had it on the more comfortable it became. She found herself hiding deeper and deeper in to its warmth. She glanced his way in time to see his head shoot forward, looking amused. Max straightened herself up and began to walk a little slower. In case she was to do something more embarrassing. She realized she hadn't thanked him for the offer yet and found her courage once more to approach the man.
''Thank you.''
He turned his head and raised an eyebrow once more, then nodded and continued walking. After a few more minutes of walking they were in front of the station. As Sherlock had said, Greg was still there. Sherlock reached the door and held it open for her. She walked quickly to her stuff, gave a brief goodnight to Greg, and hurried to the door where Sherlock was waiting. They began to walk again to the busy street up ahead. Sherlock took one of her bags and started to walk off. Max opened her mouth only for him to beat her to it.
''No, I don't think you're struggling with this bag, so don't take offense. I am merely trying to be polite, which is rare. So enjoy it while you can. Now on to better matters, I see you like the jacket, correct? Bit big on you thought. Easy to fix.''
He looked over at her, to insect her.
''You're not giving me this are you?''
''Well I've noticed you don't have one, and trust me you're going to need one. Especially if you visit the roof at night.''
Max stumbled when he winked, but caught herself before being noticed. When she has a nightmare she usually went to the rood.
''But... I couldn't possibly take if from you.''
''Already have.''
''He stopped and looked at her smiling. Waving the cab down the back opened and they placed her stuff inside. When both were in the cab, Sherlock gave the address.