Back to Baker Street: A Walk in the Garden
Fic: Back To Baker Street
Chapter 6 A Walk In the Garden
Author:ShellyStark
Rating: T
Pairing: Holmes/OC
Summary: Sequel for Into the Wall (helps if you read that first)
Samantha returns to Holmes in his own time. With talk of Mycroft paying his younger brother a visit in need of his help on a case.
Starts here in case you missed it!
A Walk In the Garden
(Holmes)
As frustrating as I found Mycroft’s company to be, the estate was indeed an ideal place to soothe my constantly churning thoughts. Even in the bleak month of December the property had managed to hold on to a good amount of its greenery and tasteful landscaping. At first glance, one would not believe anything to be amiss on Mycroft’s impeccable land, but not I. There was no stopping the slanted smile that pulled at my lips as my eyes fell on the un-kept section of the gardens; the slight overgrowth stating that the area was now being ignored by the people in Mycroft’s employ.
I sat, legs folded, in the center of the elaborately carved, imported four poster bed, allowing my eyes to slip closed as I enjoyed the tranquility of my surroundings. The door knob rattled and I heard the door open and close again rather quickly; it was her frustrated sigh followed by the sound of her head making light contact with the door that caused me to chuckle quietly.
“I see Mycroft took the time to seek you out,” I said to her, not bothering to open my eyes just yet. “I spoke with him briefly just after I left you; he was less than pleased that you are here. I suppose he thought you
would have changed your mind.”
“He still isn’t pleased,” Samantha’s tired voice replied. “But I think I managed to give him a push in the right direction.” I listened as she rummaged through her bag; muttering under her breath as she did so. “Shame it wasn’t a good shove down the stairs.”
I opened my eyes then, trying to hide the amusement in my voice. “What was that Samantha dear?” I asked. Her back was turned to me; hair fell in dark waves down her back, swaying softly as she kept searching through her belongings.
“Nothing, I’m just a little annoyed I suppose. ---Ahh there they are.” She spun around, making sure whatever it was she found stayed out of my line of sight. “I brought something for you,” she said with a sly grin upon her delicate features.
“And what would that be?”
“Oh…I guess you could call it a little taste of home.”
“Muffins?” I asked quickly, perhaps a little too quickly.
“No,” she laughed. “Between you and Mrs. Hudson, not even a crumb was left.” She wandered over to the bed and sat down beside me; placing a familiar blue and white package between the two of us. It was a well welcomed sight indeed; I had gone far too long with out one of those glorious crème filled treats.
“Oreo, Mr. Holmes?” Samantha smirked, peeling back the wrapper and promptly inserting one into her own mouth before pushing the package closer to me.
“I wouldn’t want to spoil my supper Ms. Parker,” I grinned.
“It will be our little secret,” she whispered, taking out another and placing it between my lips as she leaned into me. “Go ahead Sherlock, no one can resist the taste of an Oreo,” she said, leaning in closer. Samantha’s gray-blue eyes glistened as the corner of her mouth turned up, her dark tresses playfully framing her face. The Oreo in question was not what I was having trouble resisting; the warm body that was inching its way onto my lap was much more appealing. My hands found their way around her and were now stroking up and down her back as her own rested on my chest.
“So enjoy them, before they disappear,” she said quietly, placing a chaste kiss on my rough cheek before she backed away, putting a few feet of distance between us. Samantha grinned as folded her legs in front of her, resting her chin in her hand.
“Well if you insist,” I agreed with a warm smile tugging at my lips.
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We sat in a content silence, watching…no, reading each others every movement; she wouldn’t admit it, not in the least, but I knew she was just as eager as I was to get a good look at the overgrown hedges that had drawn in six others already. Yes she would be cautious, yet not enough to hold her back from finding out the truths to the questions at hand. The sun had already begun to set, blanketing the land in a soft orange hue.
“We’ll wait until tonight,” I said, approaching her from behind as she watched over the gardens with a determined look flickering in her silver eyes. “After everyone settles in for the night. I’ll inform Mycroft that he shouldn’t expect us to be here in the morning.”
“I’m expecting a time difference,” she said plainly, her gaze fixated on the grounds below. The few remaining sunbeams bouncing off her still form.
“It is not certain Samantha.”
She glared at me with her eyebrows raised and a crooked grin.
“All right,” I replied. “There is a good possibility that there will be a differential in time, but there is no way to know exactly.”
“Just tell Mycroft we will return when the time is right, whether it be moments or months; he’ll understand.”
“I have attempted to explain my comings and goings to your home and he had no intentions of believing in such things,” I assured her.
“I told you, Sherlock, I gave him a push,” she said with amusement. “Trust me he’ll understand.”
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(Samantha)
The only way to describe how dinner was going was like watching a dirty movie with your grandmother. The blanket of silence that had overcome us all was utterly nerve-wracking, even Thomas, who seemed to be one of Mycroft’s more cherry workers, had done nothing but murmur uncomfortable formalities.
“Yes Miss, thank you Miss, your welcome Miss.” All repeated with his head down and a forced smile on his tired face.
Sherlock and Mycroft did nothing but take turns glaring at each other, silent swearing with their eyes before turning back to their plates. I took turns looking between the pair of them, shaking my head and sighing. Sherlock would occasionally glance my way and open his mouth as if to say something, only to clear his throat and go back to the staring contest with his brother. Mycroft avoided looking my way at any cost; if I so much as asked for the salt shaker poor Thomas would have to deliver to me, despite the fact it was sitting right beside Mycroft’s pudgy fingers. Rubbing my temples and pushing the hair out of my face; I stood from my chair and put both hands firmly down on the table.
“How can two men with impossibly active brains be so awkwardly quiet!?” That had managed to get their attention. The two of them were now staring right at me, Mycroft’s mouth slightly agape and Sherlock with a small smirk smeared over his face.
“And you,” I said fixing my look on Mycroft. “What’s the matter? Are you afraid now that you realize exactly where I came from? Or do you still refuse to believe even when the proof is right in front of you,” I snapped, just a little harsher than I meant to.
“Well then,” Mycroft said quietly, using his napkin to wipe his face before looking in Sherlock’s direction. “Speaks her mind often doesn’t she?”
Sherlock kept his eyes on me and grinned. “Mmm, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. What did you tell him, precisely, Samantha?”
“I didn’t tell him anything, I simply tossed a little something his way,” I said playfully.
“I had thought it to be some sort of trickery,” Mycroft muttered, sliding the coin across the table to Sherlock. “Perhaps I was mistaken.”
“Ah yes, well…Congratulations, Samantha,” Sherlock chuckled, turning it over in his hands. “It would appear that you are the reason that my brother has been rendered speechless.” Sherlock handed the quarter back over to Mycroft.
“Mother was right; you do sulk when you discover you were wrong.”
“Not now, Sherlock,” Mycroft sighed.
“Come now, dear brother, we can’t ignore the facts now can we?” Sherlock smirked arching an eyebrow.
Mycroft’s face turned a deep shade of tomato red and he stood from his seat, tossing his napkin on his plate. “I’m turning in for he evening,” he said matter-of-factly. “Find those girls, Sherlock, I trust you’ll have no difficultly doing so.” He then turned, quickly on his heel and left us alone.
“Well then darling, I suppose there is no time like the present,” Sherlock said, getting up and approaching my side. “Walk with me dear?” he asked, offering his arm to me. “Good evening Thomas, watch after my brother, will you.”
“Of course Mr. Holmes. Good luck to you both.”
Sherlock nodded and steered me out of the dining room and back up the stairs.
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Once in the room he began gathering up a few items, including his tool kit and riding crop, before pulling on his coat. I made my way to the window; looking over the now darkened property. The moon was full, so we wouldn’t have much trouble seeing, much less finding the familiar shimmer we had become well acquainted with in the previous places. Still, I couldn’t ignore the underlying worry that constantly stirred in the back of my mind; that pestering voice that spoke up whenever it pleased.
You’re not ready for this Samantha.
I squeezed my eyes shut and let my forehead rest against the cool window, pushing the thoughts deep down inside my mind.
What are you doing? I’m not going to go away that easily.
I let out a frustrated puff of air and pressed my head harder into the window, bracing the frame with my hands, raking my fingers across the wooden ledge.
“Samantha?” I heard Sherlock’s voice call in the distance.
Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted Samantha? To go on a grand adventure with your childhood hero. What are you afraid of? The time, the place? Being stuck where you don’t belong? Or maybe the fact that there is a possibility that those girls are already dead?
“Stop it,” I whispered, feeling a tear creep down my cheek.
“Samantha?” Sherlock’s voice called again.
It could be true Samantha, and if that is the case the two of you could die as well.
“STOP!” I shouted, sliding down the window and into a heap on the floor, pulling my knees tightly to my chest, rocking in place.
“Samantha look at me,” Sherlock said, more clearly now, his tone firm and concerned. He placed a hand on my shoulder and shook me lightly; my eyes snapped open at his touch, locking onto his large worry ridden dark eyes. I took a deep breath and wiped my face, giving him a weak smile.
“I’m all right,” I said quietly. “I’ll be all right.” I leaned back and let my head rest on the wall behind me. Sherlock sat down beside me, asking me silent questioning me with his eyes.
“Now you stop,” I said, “I’m okay, honest, just an inner argument, that’s all.”
“You do not have to do this Samantha, you know that.” Sherlock pushed the hair from my eyes, letting his thumb trace my jaw line.
“I’m fine, so let’s get this show on the road,” I said with a weak smile, patting his leg. “Now help me up.”
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The air was chilly, though not as cold as it had been the previous nights; the ground and surrounding bushes were already covered in a light blanket of dew that shone in the moonlight. How fun this was going to be, looking for a shimmering bush amongst thousands of shimmering bushes, even if we had a general idea of where to look.
We wandered through the winding gravel pathways, ducking behind various trees, dragging our hands along anything that might have looked suspicious. It wasn’t until almost an hour later when Sherlock stopped mid step, crouching down and pulling a handkerchief out from under the bushes. It was tattered and covered in dirt, most likely from one of the earlier disappearances.
“Looks like that’s been down there a while,” I said as he stood back up.
“Hmm, yes, a few months at least.” Sherlock studied the small piece of cloth in his hands, his thumb tracing over the embroidered green letters in the corner. “Who are you M.A, where did you wander off too,” Sherlock mumbled, his hands prying apart the tall square cut shrubs in front of us, disappearing into the damp foliage.
“You coming darling?” he asked, his head popping out the middle of the hedge.
It’s now or never Samantha. Or you could always change your mind.
“Shut up,” I whispered. “I’m not letting him go alone.” I pushed my way through and was met by a satisfied looking Sherlock on the other side. We were in a small clearing between the shrubs, with hardly any room for the two of us.
“Impressive really,” Sherlock said quietly. “I don’t think I’ll ever tire of seeing such a thing.” He ran his hand through the leaves, revealing the diamond like shimmer that lay hidden before us. “Magnificent.”
“It sure is,” I agreed.
He wasted no time sinking his arm into the crystal shimmer, grinning widely as it sank into a completely different world.
“Sherlock wait,” I blurted out, grabbing hold of his arm.
“Wait for what, exactly?” he questioned with raised eyebrows. “The sun to rise? Come now Samantha, I do believe we have waited long enough.”
“Okay,” I nodded, sucking in my bottom lip. “I suppose you’re right.” I stepped closer and looped my arm through his. “But we’re going to do this together; lord only knows what’s on the other side.”
My eyes automatically shut half way as the light shone into them; it was daytime, and the weather was warm, possibly late spring.
“HA!” Sherlock cried out, spinning me around. “Would you look at that Samantha!”
The object in question was a large tree, bigger than anything I had ever seen, roots spreading out onto the forest floor in all directions. The trunk alone had to have been at least four feet wide, deep green and yellow leaves clung to it in clumps; most of the branches looked as if they died out long ago.
“A tree, we came out of a damn tree,” I scoffed, stepping over the roots and running my hands along its oddly smooth base. “It’s so old,” I whispered, taken in by its ancient beauty.
“Samantha,” Sherlock said attempting to get my attention.
“How long do you think it’s been here,” I continued, not bothering to look in his direction.
“Samantha!” he tried again, more urgent than before.
“Alas, yet another wench comes forth. Don’t let this one escape!” A man’s voice yelled from somewhere in the trees.
That managed to get my attention.
I slowly turned to see Sherlock, fully alert, as he scanned the area for any type of movement.
“Samantha?” he whispered, backing up towards me, his hand already secured on his riding crop.
“Run!”
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A/N: So sorry this took ages to get up, I struck a snag...and then I had this damned Jim/Molly from Sherlock BBC plot bunny in my head that needed to get out. After that was done (will be up soon) this flowed out nicely. HORRAY! Hate to leave you on such a terrible cliffie (no, no, I really don't Muahahahaha), promise to get working on the next tomorrow :) Hope you enjoyed!
-Shelly
Chapter 6 A Walk In the Garden
Author:ShellyStark
Rating: T
Pairing: Holmes/OC
Summary: Sequel for Into the Wall (helps if you read that first)
Samantha returns to Holmes in his own time. With talk of Mycroft paying his younger brother a visit in need of his help on a case.
Starts here in case you missed it!
A Walk In the Garden
(Holmes)
As frustrating as I found Mycroft’s company to be, the estate was indeed an ideal place to soothe my constantly churning thoughts. Even in the bleak month of December the property had managed to hold on to a good amount of its greenery and tasteful landscaping. At first glance, one would not believe anything to be amiss on Mycroft’s impeccable land, but not I. There was no stopping the slanted smile that pulled at my lips as my eyes fell on the un-kept section of the gardens; the slight overgrowth stating that the area was now being ignored by the people in Mycroft’s employ.
I sat, legs folded, in the center of the elaborately carved, imported four poster bed, allowing my eyes to slip closed as I enjoyed the tranquility of my surroundings. The door knob rattled and I heard the door open and close again rather quickly; it was her frustrated sigh followed by the sound of her head making light contact with the door that caused me to chuckle quietly.
“I see Mycroft took the time to seek you out,” I said to her, not bothering to open my eyes just yet. “I spoke with him briefly just after I left you; he was less than pleased that you are here. I suppose he thought you
would have changed your mind.”
“He still isn’t pleased,” Samantha’s tired voice replied. “But I think I managed to give him a push in the right direction.” I listened as she rummaged through her bag; muttering under her breath as she did so. “Shame it wasn’t a good shove down the stairs.”
I opened my eyes then, trying to hide the amusement in my voice. “What was that Samantha dear?” I asked. Her back was turned to me; hair fell in dark waves down her back, swaying softly as she kept searching through her belongings.
“Nothing, I’m just a little annoyed I suppose. ---Ahh there they are.” She spun around, making sure whatever it was she found stayed out of my line of sight. “I brought something for you,” she said with a sly grin upon her delicate features.
“And what would that be?”
“Oh…I guess you could call it a little taste of home.”
“Muffins?” I asked quickly, perhaps a little too quickly.
“No,” she laughed. “Between you and Mrs. Hudson, not even a crumb was left.” She wandered over to the bed and sat down beside me; placing a familiar blue and white package between the two of us. It was a well welcomed sight indeed; I had gone far too long with out one of those glorious crème filled treats.
“Oreo, Mr. Holmes?” Samantha smirked, peeling back the wrapper and promptly inserting one into her own mouth before pushing the package closer to me.
“I wouldn’t want to spoil my supper Ms. Parker,” I grinned.
“It will be our little secret,” she whispered, taking out another and placing it between my lips as she leaned into me. “Go ahead Sherlock, no one can resist the taste of an Oreo,” she said, leaning in closer. Samantha’s gray-blue eyes glistened as the corner of her mouth turned up, her dark tresses playfully framing her face. The Oreo in question was not what I was having trouble resisting; the warm body that was inching its way onto my lap was much more appealing. My hands found their way around her and were now stroking up and down her back as her own rested on my chest.
“So enjoy them, before they disappear,” she said quietly, placing a chaste kiss on my rough cheek before she backed away, putting a few feet of distance between us. Samantha grinned as folded her legs in front of her, resting her chin in her hand.
“Well if you insist,” I agreed with a warm smile tugging at my lips.
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We sat in a content silence, watching…no, reading each others every movement; she wouldn’t admit it, not in the least, but I knew she was just as eager as I was to get a good look at the overgrown hedges that had drawn in six others already. Yes she would be cautious, yet not enough to hold her back from finding out the truths to the questions at hand. The sun had already begun to set, blanketing the land in a soft orange hue.
“We’ll wait until tonight,” I said, approaching her from behind as she watched over the gardens with a determined look flickering in her silver eyes. “After everyone settles in for the night. I’ll inform Mycroft that he shouldn’t expect us to be here in the morning.”
“I’m expecting a time difference,” she said plainly, her gaze fixated on the grounds below. The few remaining sunbeams bouncing off her still form.
“It is not certain Samantha.”
She glared at me with her eyebrows raised and a crooked grin.
“All right,” I replied. “There is a good possibility that there will be a differential in time, but there is no way to know exactly.”
“Just tell Mycroft we will return when the time is right, whether it be moments or months; he’ll understand.”
“I have attempted to explain my comings and goings to your home and he had no intentions of believing in such things,” I assured her.
“I told you, Sherlock, I gave him a push,” she said with amusement. “Trust me he’ll understand.”
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(Samantha)
The only way to describe how dinner was going was like watching a dirty movie with your grandmother. The blanket of silence that had overcome us all was utterly nerve-wracking, even Thomas, who seemed to be one of Mycroft’s more cherry workers, had done nothing but murmur uncomfortable formalities.
“Yes Miss, thank you Miss, your welcome Miss.” All repeated with his head down and a forced smile on his tired face.
Sherlock and Mycroft did nothing but take turns glaring at each other, silent swearing with their eyes before turning back to their plates. I took turns looking between the pair of them, shaking my head and sighing. Sherlock would occasionally glance my way and open his mouth as if to say something, only to clear his throat and go back to the staring contest with his brother. Mycroft avoided looking my way at any cost; if I so much as asked for the salt shaker poor Thomas would have to deliver to me, despite the fact it was sitting right beside Mycroft’s pudgy fingers. Rubbing my temples and pushing the hair out of my face; I stood from my chair and put both hands firmly down on the table.
“How can two men with impossibly active brains be so awkwardly quiet!?” That had managed to get their attention. The two of them were now staring right at me, Mycroft’s mouth slightly agape and Sherlock with a small smirk smeared over his face.
“And you,” I said fixing my look on Mycroft. “What’s the matter? Are you afraid now that you realize exactly where I came from? Or do you still refuse to believe even when the proof is right in front of you,” I snapped, just a little harsher than I meant to.
“Well then,” Mycroft said quietly, using his napkin to wipe his face before looking in Sherlock’s direction. “Speaks her mind often doesn’t she?”
Sherlock kept his eyes on me and grinned. “Mmm, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. What did you tell him, precisely, Samantha?”
“I didn’t tell him anything, I simply tossed a little something his way,” I said playfully.
“I had thought it to be some sort of trickery,” Mycroft muttered, sliding the coin across the table to Sherlock. “Perhaps I was mistaken.”
“Ah yes, well…Congratulations, Samantha,” Sherlock chuckled, turning it over in his hands. “It would appear that you are the reason that my brother has been rendered speechless.” Sherlock handed the quarter back over to Mycroft.
“Mother was right; you do sulk when you discover you were wrong.”
“Not now, Sherlock,” Mycroft sighed.
“Come now, dear brother, we can’t ignore the facts now can we?” Sherlock smirked arching an eyebrow.
Mycroft’s face turned a deep shade of tomato red and he stood from his seat, tossing his napkin on his plate. “I’m turning in for he evening,” he said matter-of-factly. “Find those girls, Sherlock, I trust you’ll have no difficultly doing so.” He then turned, quickly on his heel and left us alone.
“Well then darling, I suppose there is no time like the present,” Sherlock said, getting up and approaching my side. “Walk with me dear?” he asked, offering his arm to me. “Good evening Thomas, watch after my brother, will you.”
“Of course Mr. Holmes. Good luck to you both.”
Sherlock nodded and steered me out of the dining room and back up the stairs.
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Once in the room he began gathering up a few items, including his tool kit and riding crop, before pulling on his coat. I made my way to the window; looking over the now darkened property. The moon was full, so we wouldn’t have much trouble seeing, much less finding the familiar shimmer we had become well acquainted with in the previous places. Still, I couldn’t ignore the underlying worry that constantly stirred in the back of my mind; that pestering voice that spoke up whenever it pleased.
You’re not ready for this Samantha.
I squeezed my eyes shut and let my forehead rest against the cool window, pushing the thoughts deep down inside my mind.
What are you doing? I’m not going to go away that easily.
I let out a frustrated puff of air and pressed my head harder into the window, bracing the frame with my hands, raking my fingers across the wooden ledge.
“Samantha?” I heard Sherlock’s voice call in the distance.
Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted Samantha? To go on a grand adventure with your childhood hero. What are you afraid of? The time, the place? Being stuck where you don’t belong? Or maybe the fact that there is a possibility that those girls are already dead?
“Stop it,” I whispered, feeling a tear creep down my cheek.
“Samantha?” Sherlock’s voice called again.
It could be true Samantha, and if that is the case the two of you could die as well.
“STOP!” I shouted, sliding down the window and into a heap on the floor, pulling my knees tightly to my chest, rocking in place.
“Samantha look at me,” Sherlock said, more clearly now, his tone firm and concerned. He placed a hand on my shoulder and shook me lightly; my eyes snapped open at his touch, locking onto his large worry ridden dark eyes. I took a deep breath and wiped my face, giving him a weak smile.
“I’m all right,” I said quietly. “I’ll be all right.” I leaned back and let my head rest on the wall behind me. Sherlock sat down beside me, asking me silent questioning me with his eyes.
“Now you stop,” I said, “I’m okay, honest, just an inner argument, that’s all.”
“You do not have to do this Samantha, you know that.” Sherlock pushed the hair from my eyes, letting his thumb trace my jaw line.
“I’m fine, so let’s get this show on the road,” I said with a weak smile, patting his leg. “Now help me up.”
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The air was chilly, though not as cold as it had been the previous nights; the ground and surrounding bushes were already covered in a light blanket of dew that shone in the moonlight. How fun this was going to be, looking for a shimmering bush amongst thousands of shimmering bushes, even if we had a general idea of where to look.
We wandered through the winding gravel pathways, ducking behind various trees, dragging our hands along anything that might have looked suspicious. It wasn’t until almost an hour later when Sherlock stopped mid step, crouching down and pulling a handkerchief out from under the bushes. It was tattered and covered in dirt, most likely from one of the earlier disappearances.
“Looks like that’s been down there a while,” I said as he stood back up.
“Hmm, yes, a few months at least.” Sherlock studied the small piece of cloth in his hands, his thumb tracing over the embroidered green letters in the corner. “Who are you M.A, where did you wander off too,” Sherlock mumbled, his hands prying apart the tall square cut shrubs in front of us, disappearing into the damp foliage.
“You coming darling?” he asked, his head popping out the middle of the hedge.
It’s now or never Samantha. Or you could always change your mind.
“Shut up,” I whispered. “I’m not letting him go alone.” I pushed my way through and was met by a satisfied looking Sherlock on the other side. We were in a small clearing between the shrubs, with hardly any room for the two of us.
“Impressive really,” Sherlock said quietly. “I don’t think I’ll ever tire of seeing such a thing.” He ran his hand through the leaves, revealing the diamond like shimmer that lay hidden before us. “Magnificent.”
“It sure is,” I agreed.
He wasted no time sinking his arm into the crystal shimmer, grinning widely as it sank into a completely different world.
“Sherlock wait,” I blurted out, grabbing hold of his arm.
“Wait for what, exactly?” he questioned with raised eyebrows. “The sun to rise? Come now Samantha, I do believe we have waited long enough.”
“Okay,” I nodded, sucking in my bottom lip. “I suppose you’re right.” I stepped closer and looped my arm through his. “But we’re going to do this together; lord only knows what’s on the other side.”
My eyes automatically shut half way as the light shone into them; it was daytime, and the weather was warm, possibly late spring.
“HA!” Sherlock cried out, spinning me around. “Would you look at that Samantha!”
The object in question was a large tree, bigger than anything I had ever seen, roots spreading out onto the forest floor in all directions. The trunk alone had to have been at least four feet wide, deep green and yellow leaves clung to it in clumps; most of the branches looked as if they died out long ago.
“A tree, we came out of a damn tree,” I scoffed, stepping over the roots and running my hands along its oddly smooth base. “It’s so old,” I whispered, taken in by its ancient beauty.
“Samantha,” Sherlock said attempting to get my attention.
“How long do you think it’s been here,” I continued, not bothering to look in his direction.
“Samantha!” he tried again, more urgent than before.
“Alas, yet another wench comes forth. Don’t let this one escape!” A man’s voice yelled from somewhere in the trees.
That managed to get my attention.
I slowly turned to see Sherlock, fully alert, as he scanned the area for any type of movement.
“Samantha?” he whispered, backing up towards me, his hand already secured on his riding crop.
“Run!”
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A/N: So sorry this took ages to get up, I struck a snag...and then I had this damned Jim/Molly from Sherlock BBC plot bunny in my head that needed to get out. After that was done (will be up soon) this flowed out nicely. HORRAY! Hate to leave you on such a terrible cliffie (no, no, I really don't Muahahahaha), promise to get working on the next tomorrow :) Hope you enjoyed!
-Shelly