She had more to compose but these were the ones that she had time to do.

She stood and explained each one on the mic, glad she pulled them off while the judges wrote notes down.

As she went to the stage to sit down and wait with her competitor, she shook his hand and congratulated him.

"Yours was fantastic."

"Yours was too," he said smiling fixing his glasses.

She knew even without the scholarship, he could go anywhere he choose.

"Excuse me," the speaker said, "we are ready for our competitors."

Standing up and going back on stage, they both walked the same pace together, both greeting them with smiles as the winners of the old division, the judges, the winners of the other division, and the rest of the audience looked on.

She knew she would lose.

Everyone likes a happy piece.

Everyone dreams of being happy.

So that should apply to music.

But when she looked down and closed her eyes she couldn't help but hear her name as confetti hit her in the face.

"I'm sorry?"

"YOU WON!"

She covered her mouth as she held her stomach, laughing in high pitched squeals.

"Congrats," the boy next to her said.

"Thank you, and THANK YOU JUDGES," she yelled back as her family cheered from bellow.

As she got her certificate for a full ride to one of the top schools in the country and a trophy she grinned madly while photographers took pictures of her.

Finally, she stepped down and was greeted by cheers and bear hugs.

"Thanks for the song Char," Irene smirked.

"Yeah why didn't you make a song for me," Molly huffed.

"Working on it," she laughed, "plus she has a weird affect on Sherlock."

"Hm," Sherlock said looking up from his phone.

"Does that make me special," Irene asked.

John and Molly rolled their eyes.

"Ask him not me," Char replied as Irene left giving her some flowers.

John, Eliza, and Mary also soon left giving flowers as well along with Molly, Mycroft, and Lestrade.

Leaving once again Sherlock and Charlotte Holmes alone.

"Here's a damn tissue you big baby," she said passing him a tissue.

He then wrapped his long arms around her not saying anything and just said one thing.

"I'm so proud of you," he said squeezing her harder.

"Can't," she huffed, "breathe."

"Shhhhhhhhh," he said.

"I can't-"

"Shhhhhhhhh."

Later that day she found another rose in her bag saying a simple "congrats."

As she changed into another black dress, she looked at herself in the mirror prepared for what is to come.

She knew she would see him there.

As she walked in with Sherlock in a bow tie, she looked at someone for a moment.

He had reddish brown hair and big glasses, he was well built well and he had a squarish face.

Thomas Magnussen.

Math genius.

Invented 5 new equations in just the last year.

She had seen him in interviews on the Telly ever since he was a finalist for a math competition at 14.

To say she was a big fan was an understatement.

His eyes went wide for a moment as she sat down.

"Oh god, I don't have something in my teeth do I," she asked Sherlock.

He just frowned and shook his head at the interaction as they sat down at their designated table.

"Hello," he suddenly greeted.

"Thomas! Hi I'm-"

"I know. I'm a big fan."

"Really," she asked shocked, "because I'm a big fan of you," she said smiling as they shook hands, "thanks for the roses."

"No problem. Congrats by the way."

"Congrats to you too! You've accomplished a lot."

"So have you!"

They then talked philosophy, science, crime, politics, practically everything. Sherlock even chimed in here and there and Charlotte could tell that he liked him.

"So what's your name," Sherlock asked.

"Oh excuse me," Charlotte said, "Sherlock Holmes meet Thomas Magnussen, Thomas Magnussen meet Sherlock Holmes."

Sherlock then quickly frowned at him for a moment before shaking his hand examining his face while Thomas frowned for a moment as well, taking the shake.

Thomas knew the name. Just not sure where.

"I believe I know you. I just don't know where," he looked at him confused, "and I think you know me too."

Sherlock said nothing as he looked away. He just shook his head.

"I'll be right back," Charlotte said taking her purse.

Soon, while sitting awkwardly for a few moments, Sherlock left too until-

"I know you killed him."

Sherlock turned.

"And I know he was a bad man. My mother told me. You should tell her."

"She knows."

"No she doesn't."

"She knows I've murdered people," he rephrased.

"But she should know. If her and I were-"

"No."

"...Friends."

"Oh," he said turning his head confused while he deduced him again.

"I'm back!"

They turned to see Charlotte back smiling awkwardly at both of them.

"I remember where I know him from," he said.

"Oh really," she said smiling at him.

"He killed my dad."

She then frowned and looked at Sherlock making the scene more awkward.

"He was a blackmailer. Killed people. He was pretty bad," Thomas explained.

"Oh," she said nodding with her eyes wide.

"Sounds like a scary guy," Char stated.

"He was," Sherlock stated as he sat back down in his seat.

And soon, the three talked animatedly once again until Sherlock left, getting bored.

And so the two were alone.

Well not really Sherlock got Mycroft to hook up cameras which is why he left.

But the two were alone sorta.

"Unforgettable that's what you are," the speaker sang.

"Oh I love this song," Char said after a while.

"Do you want to dance then?"

"I would love too."

And so they did.

It was slow and nice and wonderful.

"You know," she whispered looking into his blue green eyes, "you're the first friend that I have technically."

"You're one of my first friends too," he stated, "I'm a little antisocial."

"I'm a little psychotic," she whispered back while fixing her hand on his shoulder.

They laughed together for a moment and bumped into another group.

"Sorry," she said quickly.

They then giggled again.

"This is a code red," Lestrade said through the walkie talkie, "this is worse than Eliza's first date," he muttered, "their faces so close and laughing and-"

"Shut. Up," Sherlock said through the walkie.

"What do we do," John said in another location.

"We go in there and we stop this!"

"Don't be stupid Lestrade she's trained in martial arts and with a gun," Mycroft said, "although you aren't stupid," he added in defense ;)

"Thanks."

"You are very welcome."

"I have an idea," Sherlock said fixing his bow tie and putting on a fake mustache.

Walking in he took off his suit and stole a waiter's plate.

"Excuse-moi," he stated it French at the two, "but Ms. Holmes youz have a call."

"Thanks," she said smiling at him.

As she left she ripped off the mustache.

"What is it you need Sherlock," she said raising an eyebrow.

"Oh shit," Lestrade said in the walkie.

"Hi Greg," she said taking Sherlock's walkie, "oh and hello John, Mycroft."

"How did you know," John sighed.

"Please if Greg is here so is Mycroft and if Sherlock came you did too John it's how you both work you guys are practically married to each other."

"If anyone cares I'm NOT GAY!"

"You're right, you're bi."

"I-"

"What do you want Sherlock," she said interrupting John.

"He is not someone to mess with Charlotte. He's a Magnussen."

"And I'm related to Moriarty yet you adopted me Sherlock. You didn't judge me so you shouldn't judge him."

"You don't understand he's-"

"Just you wait he's a good man. You'll see," she said walking off.

He sighed, frowning while he walked away as well.

As the slow music continued to play, she returned to the dance floor.

"What was that about?"

"My papa was disguised as a French guy."

"He doesn't like me does he?"

"He doesn't like your dad. He likes you. He's just-"

"Being a dad?"

"Yeah," she nodded looking at the ground blushing at the idea that they were completing each other's sentences.

"What do you want to do," he asked, "before school starts back up?"

"Hang out with my new...friend," she stated smirking.

He smirked back.