Hello again! Sorry for not updating much. . I'm back now so updates will happen more regularly this week. So time for story!

John was mad at Sherlock for the rest of the day. Maybe he will be angry for a week. The head incident will not be the last of it. I'm sure that more stuff will turn up.

John was so mad at Sherlock it was yell at Sherlock first, breakfast later. So breakfast was lunch.

I ask Sherlock if I can go to school for 10 minutes just to say goodbye. "Okay but you can only stay 10 minutes."

On the drive I think about why it's dangerous. I mean it takes ages to make a bomb so that's out of the question. So I doubt that there is any danger.

I say bye to all the teachers but rather annoyingly all my classmates are crowded around Sherlock. The closest person I have to a friend pulls me away from the crowd.

"You shouldn't have come. The new headmaster wants to see everyone who comes into the school in his office."

At this I wonder what is the problem with that.

"What's his name?"

"We don't know he just makes us call him 'headmaster' or 'professor' pretty weird guy. I mean he lets the older kids chew gum and stuff. He gives us really hard sums. I mean what is the answer to 43 x 2?"

"86."

"Well you would know. You're a day older than me and you have a QI of a really big number for our age."

"It's an IQ not a QI."

"And you think I care?"

"Clearly not."

"Well done 'Sherlock'."

"You do know Sherlock is both my father and my middle name."

"Yeah I know ever since you came in we figured that out, Clem." She had to choose a nickname that I hate doesn't she?

"Clementine!"

"Clem, Clementine. Same thing."

"Really there not."

"Anyway go to the 'professors' study. Basically the headmaster's office."

"Okay, bye Ash."

"Yeah, bye."

I walk over to my dad he is being swarmed by children my age and he looks terrified.

"Sherlock, time to go to the headmaster!"

"I'm coming!" He looks frantic as he pushes through the group.

I take his hand and pull.

Eventually he gets through.

We run along the corridors trying to locate where the office is.

When we find it I knock softly.

An Irish accent tells us to enter. Sherlock seems to have no problem but I hold back. I have heard that voice to many times. In both real life and my nightmares. It's not safe.

Sherlock notices my face going pale. At this he stops to.

"Enter or I will burn the school to ashes."

Moriarty.

I should have known.

We come in slowly. Sherlock realises that he misplaced his gun. This looks bad.

I speak first," sorry to keep you waiting,' professor Moriarty."

"Does have a nice ring to it." He answers. "Hello Sherlocks. Now I have a little prediction for you. On a summers night in 7 years Clementine will be mine."

"Never going to happen Moriarty."

"And how would you know that as Sherlock appears to have lost his gun. That means you have no protection at all."

"Yes Sherlock lost his gun but I know what happened to it."

"What happened?" The consultants asked in unison.

"Well I have a bit of a bad habit which I would exercise on my peers. Pickpocketing. I knew you would look at Sherlock for a firearm not me. So I do have safety." At this I pull out a gun.

Well I say a gun I mean Sherlock's gun.

"Sherlock wouldn't show you how to fire one I'm sure."

"No he didn't but I am a very bright pupil. So I just know."

"Well you wouldn't fire it."

"Yes. Yes, I would." I mean it.

Moriarty looks scared. He should.

I see red.

I shoot him in the shoulder before running up to him.

"You are very lucky, next time I won't be so merciful."

I just hand Sherlock the gun and walk out.

He deserved it. He killed my mother.

After all he's done it was kind to leave him like that. When did I become so vengeful, so angry, hateful.

I shot a man. Well he wasn't a very nice man but still. I can't believe what I've done. I didn't flinch. I didn't think. I want to feel disgusted at myself. But I don't feel anything.

Sherlock is running towards me. But I need to be alone right now. I am a fast sprinter so I start running. There is a lake not too far away. I love it there.

Left, right, right, left, right, right, right, up a hill, down a hill.

By the time I arrive Sherlock's made a wrong turn that will lead him into a village.

It should take him half an hour to find me.

Half an hour in silence. Alone.

I go to my Mind Palace it's never been so vivid. It's insane.

"Clementine?" Sherlock's found me.

"Clementine! Wake up! You're bleeding!"

"What do you mean?"

"Don't you remember? After you shot Moriarty he shot you in the stomach!"

"Did he?" I smile I feel tired, sleepy.

"How the heck did you not notice I lost you for a whole hour!"

"Guess I'm just good at hiding. I was in my Mind Palace. It was so peaceful and vivid."

"Clementine! Clementine!"

Then I go back to my Mind Palace. Dads yells still echoing in my ears.

I'm dying! I'm falling… I'm dying.

I can't die. I won't die!

I WILL NOT DIE! I refuse.

No. No. No. No. No.

NO!

My thoughts trigger something. A memory. "Do you know that Sherlock survived a gunshot by using his Mind Palace?" I turn round. John!

"John? What are you doing in my head?"

"I'm going to make you survive this."

"Well? Start doing that I sorta want to live."