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I'm sorry for making you wait so long!

I feel like Moffat! Ehehe

So here's a new chapter.

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Chapter 9

My jaw dropped. My heart stopped then sank. You know that feeling you get in your stomach when you've received bad news? I was experiencing that.

"What? What do you mean?" I asked.

"Oh sweetheart, it's cold outside. Why don't you come inside. I'll make you some tea."

I nodded and followed the woman inside. I followed her down a short hallway and passed a staircase. She lead me through the door at the end of the hallway. We were in a kitchen. She motioned for me to sit at the small table on the other side of the small room. I took a seat and she began making tea. My hands were shaking.

"I'm sorry, Dear. Let me introduce myself. I'm Mrs. Hudson. I own this building."

She set a cup of tea in front of me and I sipped it cautiously. Then she sat in the chair across from me.

"What happened to John?" My voice was shaky.

"Well, it's a bit of a long story. John's best friend, Sherlock, died about two years ago." That name sounded so familiar. "It really took a toll on John. They were the best of friends. They started out as flat mates in the flat upstairs. I enjoyed having them. They were like sons to me. Sherlock was a detective, an amazing one, and John was kind of like his assistant. They always had the best of times, but all of that ended when Sherlock jumped."

"Jumped?" I questioned.

"Yes. From the roof of a hospital. Right in front of John's eyes. John was never the same after that. He was depressed. He rarely left the flat until eventually, he just packed up and left. I never saw him after that. That is, until about seven weeks ago. He came to tell me that he'd met someone. A woman named Mary. She helped him get back on his feet. Soon, they were engaged to be married. He also told me that they were leaving. They were moving to another country, temporarily, where he could work as a doctor. He wasn't sure how long they would be gone, but they agreed not to get married until after they returned. Weeks passed and things were going well for them, but that didn't last much longer."

"What happened?"

"John didn't come home from work one day. A shooting had occurred at the hospital John was working at. A woman witnessed John get shot and fall lifelessly to the ground as she was hurrying to find an exit and get out of the building. When the police arrived, they couldn't find John's body. After weeks of hopeless searching, they called it. They announced that John Watson was dead. Mary returned to London and shared the news with me."

My head ached. My stomach was turning and I felt sick. How could this happen? I felt tears slipping down my face and I let them go. I didn't wipe my eyes. I just let the tears pour out. I didn't know what to say.

"I'm so sorry, Eden." I could tell she was concerned. I quickly wiped my eyes. Why was I crying? I didn't even know John. This woman had said he was like her son and she wasn't crying. It was selfish of me to mourn him like this.

"So you lost both Sherlock and John? I'm sorry." I tried to sound sincere.

"Yes. And it was heartbreaking. But I got one of them back."

"What do you mean?" I asked. I was confused as to what she meant by that.

"Well, you see, Sherlock truly was amazing. He did something so extraordinary..."

Then it hit me. I remembered the article. The article I had been reading just before my mom told me the truth about my father. "British Detective Turns Up After Being 'Dead' For Two Years" was the title. I remembered his funny name. Sherlock. I remembered he had jumped off of a hospital roof.

"He's alive! I read about him a while back." I interrupted her.

"He surprised us all."

"Wow," I said. "You've been through a lot."

"Yes I have. But what about you? You must have too."

I thought back. These past few weeks have been crazy.

"I have, actually. It started when my mom told me about John. She dated him for a while, but he had to come back to London. She met another man, Wayne, after that, but she soon found out she was pregnant with me. She never told me about John so I thought Wayne was my father. When she finally told me, I begged her to let me come here. I'm supposed to be staying for the rest of the school year, but I don't know what I'm going to do now."

When I was finished telling her my story, we sat quietly for a minute. Her face was scrunched up as if she was thinking really hard about something. She eventually broke the silence.

"How about you stay here tonight. Tomorrow you can figure out what to do."

I thought about it for a while, then agreed. What was wrong with me? I shouldn't agree to stay in a stranger's home. Everyone knows that. So why did I agree? Of course, she did know John and she seemed harmless. What could go wrong?

"There's an extra bedroom upstairs. It's John's old room. You could sleep there if you'd like." She smiled.

"Yes that would be lovely. Thank you."

I grabbed my suitcase and backpack and followed her out the door and up the stairs.

"Sherlock lives up here, but he won't mind."

Hmmmmm...

I'm not really sure if I like that chapter.

I had trouble explaining how John died.

I knew how I wanted him to die, but I don't think I did well writing it.

Did you think it was okay? Let me know!

We are getting lots of snow so school will most likely be cancelled all week. I should have plenty of time to write.

Keep reading because I'm just getting to the good part of the story!

I think you will love it!

Thank you all!

Love, Alex :)