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Chapter 6

A/N: Just thought I'd let you know that from this moment on there will actually be storyline rather then a collection of (sort of) One Shots.

Cleo POV

It was safe to say that my parents were not impressed with my chosen hair colour. They agreed amongst themselves they they would travel down to see me and give me a strict talking to. Once that ordeal had been done with thy would cart me back to Edinburgh, pull some strings and ensure they I would be restated on my course and on my way to becoming a doctor. They had always wanted a doctor in the family and it would be me that was going to bring that honour.

It would take a bit of time for my parents to arrive in London so I was sent to work and learn off Molly Hooper, the only specialist registrar in London my darling brother Sherlock had not managed to piss off. In truth Molly was sweet and I was happy to be in her company. It was much more enjoyable to be examine corpses in a laboratory environment then to accidental find a tongue in my soup which had happened recently.

"Its a shame you have to go Cleo" confessed Molly one night whilst I was getting ready to leave.

"I'll be back tomorrow Molly" said I

" You know what I'm talking about Cleo, I hope you still have the same passion once you leave University. I know there will always be a place for you here at St Barts if you choose to come back to London"

" I'm not sure Sherlock would allow me to come back to London. Let alone Mycroft" I admitted " No, I shall be sent far away from London in some God forsaken hell hole and be told its for my own good."

I slumped onto the armchair, melodramatically, in the hope that Molly would take even more pity on me.

She didn't.

"Don't be ridiculous Cleopatra. Your brothers may be a little cold sometime but I don't think they'd be that heartless"

I gave her a small smile "Well it was worth a shot. Good night Molly"

She hugged me. A custom that both my brothers loathed but I quite enjoyed, I let go of her, turned away and walked through the hospital until I was outside and alone again.

Being on the London streets in the late night used to bother me but not so much anymore. Sherlock had finally given me the self defence lessons I had been asking for since Billy Wood had beaten me up in the school playground back in secondary school.

My parents hadn't approved of me having the lessons so young so I had to wait. I was glad I had though. It had been worth it to see Sherlock's face when I eventually beaten him five times in a row.

The humorous memory of Sherlock lying flat on his back subsided as I came back to the present. I found myself basking in the bright lights of Leicester Square. It amused me how my memory could keep me entertained the whole 35 minuet walk from the hospital to here. I looked over to the Odeon Cinema and observed that they were setting up for another film premire the following day. Film fanatics had already been camping there in order to get the best place. No doubt more had chosen the warmer option of staying in a hotel. I took a seat on a bench and watched the world go by.

At this time of night the famous square was populated by those who had been out and overly enjoyed themselves or those going to places to enjoy themselves. I found myself a bit envious of those people. I hadn't been much of a social person in Uni, because I had learnt many behaviours off my brothers this put some people off from hanging out with me. But when I was invited places boy did I let my hair down (so to speak). It became a more likely occurrence that I was allowed out with everyone else towards the build up to me escaping Edinburgh and coming down to London and in a way I missed the night-life of the Scottish city.

I scanned the crowd for any interesting people. There were two men who had clearly hooked up in the gay bar not to far from the square. A female and a male who's relationship appeared to be at it's end. He had cheated on her judging on the lipstick on his cheek that was the wrong shade matched up against he partners and the fact that she had slapped him shouting "How dare you!"

Bringing up the rear was a loud hen party with the bride to be in what appeared to be a Minnie Mouse outfit and the others in other trashy Disney costumes. Then I saw it. Across the park was a dog, a small Dalmatian with a ton of black spots covering its body and face. I estimated it to be at least a year old but possibly the runt of the litter judging by its size. The poor thing was shivering and looking round in sadness. I wondered over there, narrowly avoiding being swept up in the hen party and crouched down to the dog.

"Hey there little one what's the matter? Where's your owner?" I knew it was pointless talking to the puppy but it made be feel better.

On closer inspection I saw he had be tied up to the bench, left with no food or water. There as not telling how long he had been there. He (and it was most certainly a he!) had a black collar around his neck and attached to his collar was a piece of paper rolled up into a scroll.

I released the paper and read the rough calligraphy.

To whoever finds this note, this is Adam.

I can not longer look after him so I hope you will

Best wishes

H

My blood boiled inside me. That was the one thing I could not stand. People abandoning their pets because they could no longer be bothered to look after them. "Well Adam" I said to the dog. "I will look after you, I don't care what my brother says. You're coming home with me"

I untied the poor puppy and lead him away from the bench. We both managed the 35 minuet walk home as I did not know if he would cope with the underground. I did, however have to carry Adam part of the way back to Baker Street. As I suspected he had not eaten for a while and was exhausted.

Finally we made it home. I unlocked the door and lead him upstairs. Thankfully Sherlock was away on a case that night so I left Adam to slump on the living room floor and ran round to the shop that was thankfully 24 hours and bought him some dog food. This I placed in front of him along with a bowl of water.

He pounced on he food and wolfed it down in a minuet and gratefully lapped up the water. We went up stairs into my room and we both fell asleep on my bed together.