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But it explained why Sherlock didn't have friends.
I had wondered what gave me away. I mean I was really different. My light auburn hair had darkened, my nose was slightly crooked, I don't have many freckles any more, and my crooked teeth straightened. Maybe it was my eyes they hadn't changed, or my punch he might have recognised the half punch that hurt as he put it. I was excited to meet Sherlock for a walk the next day so I got to bed early. I wasn't surprised when the next morning I had a text from Sherlock.
3:00 am
Hey you up yet?
Sher
4:30
You know I always get up at 4:30. What do you want?
SH
4:31
I'm bored Sydney!
Sher
4:35
I'm going to take my shower then I'll get a cab.
SH
4:38
Ok I'll get a cab, and wait for you outside.
Sher
4:40
Ok see you then.
SH
4:41
John noticed I sign my texts to you Sher should I tell him why?
Sher
4:42
Leave him questioning.
SH
4:43
I don't know why he thinks questioning me will do any good. Heading out now.
Sher
I got out of the shower and changed into a pair of jeans and a tight tee shirt with blue and green stripes, decided to put my hair up in a bun, and left just as Sherlock pulled up.
"Hello Sydney," Sherlock said this as he slid over to let me in.
"Hey Sherlock,any new cases?" I said as I closed the door.
"None of any importance."
"So how long do we want to make Mycroft wait, or when he show up should we just get in the car?" I smiled thinking of the last time I saw Mycroft.
"Well let's make him wait." Sherlock smirked as he said this.
"So get off on Baker St. just go to your house and say we didn't see his car."
"He might even believe you." Sherlock and I laughed and then went into a companionable silence. After 5 minutes we realised something was up.
"Sherlock if I'm correct then we have went in the wrong direction the last two turns."
"Mycroft!" Sherlock yelled not too loudly, but loud enough that the cabbie, who turned out to be a person who worked for Mycroft, turned around and looked at us curiously.
"Oh Sherlock, I'll just put Mycroft in his place again," I smiled and so did Sherlock when I said that. Last time I was annoyed with Mycroft I kicked his butt, and broke his arm, and his nose.
"You know he didn't act up for weeks after that," Sherlock said remembering when it had happened.
"Ha, that was a fun day! I miss being kids," As I said this I sighed and we turned into a building. That's all I remember until I woke up.
"Sherlock where are you?" I asked still a little dazed.
"Wow that was a lot of chloroform and you were only knocked out for five minutes," As he said this I saw Mycroft appear out of a shadow.
"You always loved an entrance," I said as I stared at him he'd changed not much but still.
"And you always loved an exit," He responded with sharply.
"Wow, love the tone Mycroft," I said in my sarcastic voice he he hates. He looked at me with disdain. "He'll be up in six minutes," Mycroft said expecting my next question.
"So still slightly angry with me?" I gave him a little smirk.
"You know I couldn't stay mad this long," Mycroft answered.
"Well it looks like you have with Sherlock." I looked him in the eyes.
"So still hurt then?" I questioned.
"No I like my brother gave up on feelings after you left," He said this with no feeling. Sherlock started to stir.
"Well I'm back and I think both of you are having issues with that no feeling thing." I smiled he was so easy to aggravate.
He looked at me and I thought he might try and kill me, but he knew better. "If I didn't know you so well I'd have punched you," He smiled slightly as he said it, but I didn't go too close to him instead I helped Sherlock get up. "Mycroft!" he yelled, and almost charged at him, but I whispered in his ear "No he's mine." As I spoke I moved into a fighting stance and hit Mycroft square in the face. I then hit him in the temple knocking him out cold.
"We have to go we have a minute until he wakes up." I grabbed Sherlock's hand and ran. We ran outside, got a cab, and rode to Baker Street.