Hey guys... So before you start reading this I must warn you it has slightly more swearing/ bad language, sorry if you don't like swearing.

I want to say a big, big thank you to MaybeALittleBroken and *High fives back* Hufflepuff pride, I spent more time on this. I seriously doubt it's made it any better though.

And also the guest who reviewed.

After a tiring twelve hours Ivy had finally found a place to rest, she was sure that she wasn't followed and had high hopes that she lost both the police and 'Blondie' as she was now going to call him.

Peter was her best friend, well he only person so far who hadn't tried to beat her up, chase her or call her names, he was actually nice to her, so she was sure that he wouldn't mind her lodging at his apartment for a while, if it could even be classed as a apartment. It was more like a small closed down warehouse that he had turned into a studio flat. Illegally of course.

Ten minutes later Ivy had found the hidden key that was located under the blue plant pot with a dying, crusty, brown tulip placed in it outside of Peter's door, she could have picked the lock easily and a lot quicker but decided against that option.

Ivy took out one of her three phones, all only ten pound Nokia mobiles but it was a way to contact important people, one had friends number in (This mobile included only Peter's and three others: Kayla, who was now in Cornwall and had become stuck up, never speaking to her, she won twenty thousand on a scratch card and thought she was all that shortly after, Ollie, her old friend before she ran away, they still did talk but rarely and David, a number which had to be deleted but she never got round to it as he committed suicide last year because he got involved with the 'wrong crowd')the other had 'business partners' in, this phone she hadn't used in a while as she stopped selling drugs, however this also seemed to have Peter's number in, from when he and Ivy were just business partners and then the final phone had the largest amount of contacts in (36) this phone had her 'enemies' ? Because Ivy was a cocky kid and decided to annoy these people, who I must say are twice as big and twice her age by texting them pointless things such as 'Idiot' and 'Arse' just because it was fun in her eyes. But as you can probably tell this is the main reason she gets chased and occasionally beaten up... Her attitude.

Msg to Peter.

Hey 'm at yours, don't worry/ freak out I wont mess it up, honestly I don't think it can get anymore messier. There is mould growing on the plates under the sofa. Don't come back yet, i've already made my self at home. And you gotta get a better hiding place for you emergency key mate. Love ya. IS

Send.

Peter is writing a message. All Ivy could do was hope firstly he wasn't writing n essay about how she shouldn't do that or secondly hope that he wasn't going to tell her to leave, if he did, she wouldn't.

Are you serious? I was planning on bringing a nice little gem home tonight. He is fine but I guess that you can stay on one condition, you clean up. Thnx babes xx. PD (Peter Davids)

Did I mention that Peter was gay? Well Bisexaul. Ivy now was glad that she told him because countless times she had walked in unexpectedly on Peter and a 'one night stand' was going on which has scarred her dramatically.

So Ivy spent another hour cleaning up the best she could which mostly meant to her stuffing everything in draws and cupboards, which would mean a nasty surprise when Peter opened them... But she'd be gone by then, hopefully so it would be fine.

Finally Ivy could slouch around, eat and sleep. Which of course meant her finishing a full jar of peanut butter, drinking three cups of tea, making a bowl of dry cornflakes as Peter's milk was eight days out of date resulting in it not only being lumpy but also stinking out the fridge, also followed by a full packet of multi packet crisps (all 4 packs) and her peculiar fetish, cold bean before she fell asleep on the red, leather lip patterned sofa, which like everything in this apartment didn't match a single other thing.

"God damn it Ivy, how much did you eat?" Peter almost yelled in his common shrill resulting in Ivy waking up then falling off of the sofa with a loud "Huh?" followed by her scratching her head with sleep in her eyes "Oh God Ivy, you look awful, what happened to your face"

She ignored the last remark about her face explaining why she ate so much, and partly why she looked so awful.

"I ain't ate in three days Peter, give me some slack, besides the house is spotless" She stated innocently with a wicked grin "And can you shift some gear for me?"

At this moment Ivy realised she fucked up and her eyes widened as Peter opened the top cupboard and dirty plates, cups, bowls and that cartoon of stale milk fell on him. A snigger escaped Ivy's lips before she could contain it.

"You are so lucky I like you right now" Peter warned "If it was Felix the Wanker then you'd be dead" Peter began to lose his train of thought "Have you seen his new hair cut, it really does make him look butch, i'd go for him but i've met the love of my life and when I say, Kevin is-"

"Peter!" Ivy snapped "This is serious I think i'm in a lot of shit"

"With Felix?"

"Nah, my trouble with him is old news... Look in that bag" Ivy gestured towards the bag that was placed neatly by the door.

Peter's face dropped as he unzipped the bag "Where did you get this Ivy?" His voice had become a lot more serious as he held up one of the guns in his hand. It was cool against his clammy fingers and palm.

Sinking down she began to mumble "I sorta... kinda... may have stole the bag on the train" With each word it got quieter and quieter, almost silent when she stated "And I think him and the police are after me"

Slowly and as calmly as possible Peter walked towards Ivy then knelt down next to her

"Say. It. Properly" All ready the combination of fear, anger and seriousness on the topic was detectible in his voice even though he hardly knew what was going on.

With a huge sigh Ivy spoke properly but still more quietly than usual "I was on the train and this dude had this bag, lets call him Blondie cause his hair was super bleach like blonde. Anyways, I stole his bag and he chased after me then because I jumped over the barricade the security officers slash police followed me, I lost them, I don't think the police would be after me for something so petty like not paying a train fare from Mile end to Liverpool street but I think Blondie is after me. I mean it's guns so the chances are... yes he is after me" Ivy stopped to take a breath then carried on "What if he is in the Mafia or something Peter?"

If Peter had detected the fear in her voice then he would have lectured her but he heard her shudders so instead he placed the gun of the sofa then placed an arm around her hushing her kindly and smoothly whilst rocking her slightly as he heard her sob "I've seriously fucked up this time ain't I peter"

In the eighteen months almost that he had got to know Ivy he had never seen her so frightened, she of course had been scared before, he practically found her trying to sell an unknown substance to random strangers down Whitechapel at three in the morning, hungry, cold and tired in her first few days of being homeless, and even then she didn't reveal as much fear as she was now.

"Look Ivy" Peter smiled a kind smile that gave her some reassurance that everything would be just fine "I seriously doubt he is in the Mafia. I can't shift this stuff, I do seriously really wanna but firstly he will probably, if he is looking for you, which honestly I doubt, find out through people who I am and that they're his guns and secondly, it's too dangerous to sell stuff like this anyway no matter what the circumstances... but... I guess you can lodge here for a while until it dies down, but that means no funny business like stealing again" Pete's kind smile turned into a serious frown "Because you really don't wanna turn out like me, twenty- three, a single gay man who for a living sells drugs and has roots like this and skin like this... When this dies down, please just find somebody you trust other than me who can help you get back into education or use that musical talent of yours, promise me kido"

His deep blue eyes stared down at her brown one innocently and warmly as he held out his pinky finger for her to promise.

"I promise Peter, and trust me your face is fine" she assured with a pinky promise.

"Cause kido in the last ten years i've watched myself become a bad person and you either be a hero, or this case a normal person who doesn't sell drugs or you watch yourself become a villain each day"

It took Ivy a few moments to process before she looked him deeply in the eyes and answered "Have you been watching batman?"

"Yeah, but it was the best quote I had Ivy so give me some credit, get some more rest, I'm gonna sleep on the blow up bed"

Although Ivy was a lot more safer now she couldn't help but feel like something terrible was among the horizon. She couldn't sleep, maybe it was because she had already slept but she was sure it was due to gut feeling she had in her stomach so she stayed up until two in the morning whilst listening to Peter snoring and the rain tapping heavily outside as a slight freezing air tingled the hairs on her back and arms.

So what did you guys think?
Plus I wanna say before I carry this on, this fanfic has nothing to do with the Poison Ivy from Batman, but I do ship Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn... eheh.

Question time... Am I going to do this at the end of every chapter? YEP. YES. YESH. Sozzy, I think it's important to know your reader in a way.

1) So Who do you Ship the most/ who is your OTP? Mine is a mix between Johnlock and MorMor (My tumblr totally doesn't prove this what so ever *Note the sarcasm*) and also my OTP is so Kieren Walker and Simon Monroe... Any in the flesh fans?

2) What would you rather hear, the voice of Sherlock saying "the name's Sherlock Holmes and the address is 221b Baker Street" or from Moriarty "Jim Moriarty. Hi"?

It's hard but honestly I think, as much as I love Moriarty, being able to work with Sherlock Holmes would be amazing, and i'd make sure that him and John get together.

Have a lovely day/ night my lil potatoes (Trust me being a lil potato is good) and if it is 3am, read one more (Maybe 11) fanfics then get some sleep girl/ dude.

xxx :3