Chapter Two
Third Person POV
Kayla groaned when her phone started to go off. She was tempted to throw it across the room and have it shatter when it hit the wall. She rolled over and almost fell off the bed. She caught herself, fully awake now and positioned herself so she wasnʼt right on the edge anymore. She grabbed her phone and shut the alarm off. She laid there for a few minutes, getting her thoughts together before getting up and going into the bathroom for a quick shower.
After she got out, she dried her hair, ran a comb through it, and pulling on some undergarments. She grabbed her gym bag off the chair, lying it on the bed, and started pulling some clothes out. She decide to go with a pair of dark blue jeans and a dark green turtle neck.
After she was dressed, she pulled on a pair of simple white socks and then slipped her black tennis shoes on. Slipping her phone into her back pocket, she grabbed her black zipper jacket and headed out of her room, locking it as she went. She headed out into the cool London air, shivering and pulling her jacket closer to herself. She hailed a cab and got into the one that pulled up beside her. She gave the address and sat back. From what she remembered, the hotel she was in was a few miles from her old flat and would take at least twenty minutes to get there without traffic.
The cab pulled onto to the familiar street and up to the familiar building. She got out and paid the cabbie. Walking up to the front door, she found a small note tapped to the front door. The note said to come up if you were attending the Christmas Eve get together and it was signed by Mrs. Hudson.
Kayla smiled and slowly opened the door. She felt nervous when she could hear voices coming from upstairs. The most prominent was a deep voice she knew all too well. "Thank you, Molly." Sherlock said lowly, kissing her on the cheek. He pulled away and walked over the the fireplace. John and Lestrade glanced at each other with a confused expression. Mrs. Hudson looked at Sherlock with concern.
They all jumped, except for Sherlock who refused to move from his position facing away from everyone, when there was a knock on the door. "Kayla?" Mrs. Hudson said, her voice somewhere between a excited and worried. At the mention of her name, Sherlock spun around and looked at the girl standing in the doorway.
"Hello, Mrs. Hudson." Kayla said, avoiding eye contact with Sherlock. Mrs. Hudson gave off a light squeal and walked over to envelop her in a tight hug. Kayla regretted a lot of things about leaving 221B and one of them was leaving without saying goodbye to Mrs. Hudson.
When she pulled away, she placed both hands on Kaylaʼs face and smiled at the girl. Mrs. Hudson and Kayla were about the same height so Kayla didnʼt have to look up or down at the older woman. "Itʼs wonderful to see you again, dear." she said. Kayla let out a shaky laugh and smiled. "Itʼs good to see you too, Mrs. Hudson." She finally looked at Sherlock. She saw so many emotion flash in his eyes and she started to wonder if coming here was a good idea. "Hello, Sherlock." she said lowly, forcing a smile on her face as she looked at him. Sherlockʼs face remained expressionless, but his eyes betrayed what he was really feeling.
In three long strides he was in front her. Mrs. Hudson moved out of the way and went to stand next to Molly. Kayla watched as Sherlockʼs eyebrows furrow and was surprised when he grabbed her bicep and dragged her down the stairs and into Mrs. Hudsonʼs kitchen. "Whatʼre you doing here?" he asked and Kayla thought she heard a hint of anger in his voice.
"What? I canʼt come visit an old friend?" she asked, freeing her arm from his grip and crossed them over her chest. He looked down at her and closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Donʼt lie to me, Kayla. I know you wouldnʼt justcome back. Not for a friendly visit." he said, his voice calmer this time.
"Maybe I was worried." she said. Sherlockʼs eyes snapped open and he looked down at her again. "Worried? Why would you be worried?" he asked. his eyebrows furrowing again. Kayla rolled her eyes and walked away from him so she wasnʼt right up against him.
She walked over and leaned against the counter. "Why wouldnʼt I be worried? Iʼve been hearing things about you, Sherlock. Maybe I was worried about your safety. I may have left without telling anyone, but that doesnʼt mean I didnʼt care. I had my reasons and I do regret leaving without saying goodbye." she said, feeling her stomach clench. Sherlock was quiet as he watched her. As he looked at her, he came up blank. He could understand why heʼd come up blank with Irene Adler, but heʼd never been able to read Kayla. Not even when she lived here with him.
"Why?" he questioned. Kayla looked up at him confused. "Why what?" she asked. Sherlock rolled his eyes and walked towards her. He stopped right in front of her and looked down at her.
"Why did you leave?" he asked lowly. Kayla looked up and into his eyes and what she saw made her want to cry. She saw that he was hurt that she had left and that he needed this question to be answered, even if this was the last time he saw her. Kayla took a deep breath and let her head drop so she didnʼt have to look into his eyes, knowing she wouldnʼt be able to. "I left because I cared. I left because your life was in danger. I canʼt tell you why, but I can tell you that if I had stayed, you wouldnʼt be here right now." she said, looking up at him as she said the last part.
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