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Autumnlnevermind/Sherlock

"Exactly."

"Doesn't John already do that?"

"Not really. He isn't as cunning as you."

I smiled and looked away a bit. 

"Did Sherlock Holmes just compliment me?" I asked.

"Well, I mean er I don't know."

"Of course."

"Of course what?"

"Of course I'll be your companion," I remarked. I noticed that I was actually quite close to him, than I would with any man. To tell you the truth, I just didn't want to be his companion. But maybe something more. 

After a small silence, I stated, "Well, I better be off, but we'll be in touch I bet, correct?"

"Yes, of course," he said and looked down, a bit embaressed at our distance.

I nodded and grabbed my coat.

"Bye, Sherlock," I said and started to leave, but Sherlock gently touched my arm, making me feel sparks.

I turned around and he said, "Come over again. Tomorrow same time?"

I nodded and left the flat. I laughed as I left. My, Sherlock...how you can make a girl feel.

After numerous visits at Sherlock's, we investigated the case together. Finding more than I had ever found and my cleverness was just what he needed for this case. He and I had become quite fond friends, though I so badly wanted to be more. 

One late night, I had just left his flat and I called for a cab. He came up and I entered. I gave him my address and we left.

I smiled as I looked out the window. I was literally love struck with Sherlock. I couldn't keep him off my mind and I felt as if I had to see him all the time. 

We stopped at a huge house and it wasn't mine.

"Uh excuse me, but this isn't my home," I remarked, feeling scared.

"Oh, I know," the cabbie said and soon whacked me with a cub in which I blacked out.

I sat in a room full of tables and chairs when I woke up. I lifted my head to see an elderly man, sitting with two bottles with a pill in each one in front of him. 

"Good morning, sweetheart," the man said, freakishly. 

"What do you want?" I asked furiously. I cringed as I felt the bruise and blood on my head. 

"Choose."

"Choose a bottle?"

"Of course."

"And if I don't you're gonna kill me with the gun in your hand?"

He was silent and he smirked. The man brought out the gun and clicked it right at my face.

"Well, aren't you a clever girl," he said and got comfty in his metal chair. 

"Clever than you at least," I declared.

"How are you clever than me?"

"Cause that's not a real gun," I stated. I could smell gas from the hole of the gun. 

"Well, let's just see then, shall we?" he brought the gun to my face. Second thoughts came to my head. Maybe I shouldn't do this.

He pulled the trigger and out came a lighter. I smirked and stood up in the chair.

"Well, thank you for your time, but I best get going," I said, but was immediately stopped with a knife in his hand. 

"We're not done. Choose," he commanded.

I opened my mouth to say something, but soon Sherlock busted in.

"Rue," he sighed. I ran to his side. Strangely, he grabbed my hand and held tight.

"Ah Sherlock Holmes! What a pleasant surprise," the man said and stood up.

The man and Sherlock started a small conversation talking about a mastermind named Moriarty, but I wasn't paying attention to that. All I was thinking was that Sherlock is holding my hand. He is legit holding my hand. He must like me then. He must!

All of a sudden, a gun went off and the man was killed in a flash by John Watson from a window nearby.

Later

I was snuggled in an orange blanket while sitting in an ambluance car. Police and ambulances were everywhere. I wasn't hurt, but the blanket felt nice. Sherlock was talking to Lestrade and soon finished the conversation with him. 

His eyes locked on me as he walked over.

"Sherlock, I-" I started to say.

Before I knew it, he cupped my face and slammed his lips unto mine. It was powerful and I loved it. I savored every moment of it. We parted and he smiled. 

"I hope you didn't take the pill," Sherlock confronted as we were still stood in the same position. 

I chuckled. "I'm not stupid. Of course, I didn't."

"And that's why I love you," he mumbled.

Joy sprung into me and I said, "Same here."

He smiled again and cuddled with me in the orange blanket, sitting in loving silence.