Emily

I was awaken by the sound of crashing, shuffling feet, and someone hitting my head. "OW!" I shouted sitting up causing my body to hurt. "Miss!" The same voice awhile back called. "Are you alright?" He asked trying to sooth my pain. I opened my eyes to see small blonde man in front of me, people rummaging around the flat, and a very attracive man standing in the middle of it all. "I'm fine, Mister-" I let him continue my sentence. "Watson. John Watson." He replied smiling. "I'm fine, Mister John Watson. I have to go look for someone." I said standing up and walking down the stairs, but someone caught me.

"You're coming with me." He whispered pulling me down with him. I looked up to see the attractive man from the flat. The man pushed me to the attractive guy. "Taxi and girl for Sherlock 'olmes." He said smiling. "I didn't order a taxi. You should go back inside." He ordered pushing me to the door. "Excuse me, sir. I need a taxi to go look for someone in Cardiff." I blurted out. I frowned. Who the hell am I gonna look for there?! "Doesn't mean yu don't need one. Looks like she wants to come. Why don't you bring her with us?" He asked plainly.

"You're the cabbie. The one who stopped outside Northumberland Street." He commented pulling me back towards him and holding my wrist. "Hey let me g-" He put a hand over my mouth. "You're polluting the street with your big mouth." He whispered resuming his talk with taxi driver. Insulting because it's the only thing he can since he's a high-functioning sociopath. Jack wouldn't do that. I frowned. Jack? Who the hell is that? I felt something on my hand as I looked down to see a photo. I frowed looking at it closer. All these people look so familiar. The blonde lady, the guy with the dark brown trench coat, another guy with a black trench coat, another blonde woman, and another man. This picture somehow made my feelings calm.

I was pulled to the cabbie and sat beside the attractive, but mean man. He let me go and looked at the phone. I rolled my eyes and put the picture back in my wallet which was full of cash and credit cards. I had wide eyes and wondered how I knew where my wallet was.

I was pulled again by the wrist which hurt my arm so bad, but I had to put up with them if I wanted to get back to where I was found. "Why don't we make a twist, your lady friend will be the one taking a pill out of the bottle whichever one you choose?" The man asked looking at me. "Of course. Sit down." He ordered taking the seat back. I frowned. "And if I don't?" I asked looking at the old man. He pointed a gun at me. I gulped and sat down. "I won't cheat. It's your choice. I'll take whatever pill you won't." He said looking me straight in the eye. I searched through my pockets to find a sonice screwdriver and pointed it at the pills. I checked it and shook my head. "Not really what I expected, but I'm not taking any pills." I said standing up to have the gun pointed at me again. "Lady, I rather not shoot you, but you must take a pill from one of the bottles. Sit down." He ordered. I frowned and sat back on the chair. The sociopath sat on the right arm of the chair. "You ready yet, Mr. 'olmes? Ready to play?" He asked looking from the bottle to sociopath. Why does he have to look so attractive?!

"Play what? It's a fifthy-fifthy chance." He replied leaning on me. "You're not playin' the numbers, you're playin' me and her life. Did I just give you the good pill or the bad pill? Is it a bluff? Or a double-bluff? Or a triple-bluff?" He asked looking at sociopath. I could care less about his name. I'd rather stay with Martha than this. What? Whose Martha? Who the hell is Martha?

"Still just chance." He replied. "Four people in a row? It's not just chance." Cabbie man stated. "Luck." Sociopath stated as well. "It's genius. I know 'ow what people think." Cabbie man said looking at me. I could feel sociopath rolling his eyes and I did too. "I know 'ow people think I think. I can see it all, like a map in my 'ead." He stated. I could tell socipath was feeling exasperated. "Everyone's so stupid - even you." He said looking up. Sociopath sharpens his gazes. I smirk, I can use that as leverage latter like what I do to Dad. Dad? Do I even have one?

"Or maybe God just loves me." He stated again. "Either way, you're a wasted cabbie." Sociopath and I said in union.

I covered my mouth and looked up at him to see him looking down at me in surprise as well. "You do the talking. I'm bored." I whispered leaning on his leg. It's softer than the table anyway. I think after minutes the movement awoke me. "Ahh. Three years ago - is that when they told you?" Sociopath asked. I opened my eyes and looked at the cabbie man. "Told me what?" He asked. I frowned as the word DYING appeared beside his head. "That you're a dead man walking." We said in unsion again. Mister Holmes looked down at me and patted my head. "So are both of you." He stated. "You don't have long, though. Am I right?" He asked. I stood up again and he hit me with the back of the gun. I gasped collapsing to the floor. Sociopath caught me and helped me stand up. I couldn't hear anything, but I looked up to see Watson just across us.

We were starting to walk. "Just before you go, did you figure it out..." The man trailed off. He turned halfway making my arm hurt. I gasped. "... which one was the good bottle?" He asked. "Of course. Child's play." He replied letting me fall to the ground. I held my arm tighter. A gun was fired causing my head to hurt again. "No." The old man said weakly. I frowned trying to sit up. "You're dying, but there's still time to hurt you. Give me a name." Sociopath ordered. There was no answer then a gasp of pain erupted. "A name. Now." He ordered. "THE NAME!" He shouted. I held my head. It was like it was being pierced with a thousand needles. "MORIATY!" The old man shouted then I felt arms carry me as we walked out the building. They put me on a stretcher, but someone stopped them. "She's with me." A voice said in the background. I was carried again and now I was leaning on someone.

"Why have I got this blanket? They keep putting this blanket on me." The voice beside me said irritated. "Yeah, it's for shock." Another voice replied. "I'm not in shock." He stated firmly. "Yeah, but some of the guys want to take photographs." The other voice replied. I opened my eyes to see we were out of the building and sitting on an ambulance. "Oh, you're awake. How's your arm? I am GI Lestrade from Scotland Yard." The man said smiling. I looked at sociopath to see him nod. "It's quiet alright, sir. I don't need to go to the hospital for anything." I replied smiling back. "May I ask what your name is?" He asked smiling again. "I uh... Emily. Emily Smith." I replied smiling. I don't even know if that was my real name. "So the shooter. No sign?" Holmes asked. "Cleared off before we got 'ere. But a guy like that would have had enemies, I suppose. One of them could have been following him, but. . . got nothing to go on." Lestrade replied.

Sociopath stood up. "The bullet they shot just dug out of the wall's from a hand gun. Kill shot over that distance from that kind of weapon- that's a crack shot you're looking for, but not just a marksman; a fighter. His hands couldn't have shaken at all so clearly he's acclimatised to violence. He didn't fire until I was in immediate danger, though, so strong moral principle. You're looking for a man probably with a shitory of military service..." Mister Holmes trailed off looking at Watson who looked away as they made eye contact. "Actually, do you know what? Ignore me." He said turning to me. "Sorry?" Lestrade asked confused. "Ignore all of that. It's just the, er, shock talking. Emily, can you stand?" He asked turning to me. I nodded and stood up. Ow! My leg hurt, but I walked after Holmes. We walked towards the man from the flat. "Where are you going?" Lestrade asked. "I just need to talk about the-the rent." He replied. "But I still got questions for you." Lestrade hollered.

"Oh, what now? I'm in shock! Look, I've got a blanket!" He said brandishing the blanket. "Sherlock!" Lestrade shouted. GOSH! SHUT UP ALREADY! YOU'RE IRRITATING MY EARS! "And I just caught a serial killer... more or less." He said covering my ears. I sighed in relief. I didn't hear what that officer said as we reached the man from the flat awhile back. He removed his hands from my ears as we stopped. "Um, Sergeant Donovan's just been explaining everything, the two pills. Been a dreadful buisness, hasn't it? Dreadful." Watson said smiling. "Good shot." Sociopath said quietly. "Yes. Yes, must have been, through the window." He replied trying to act innocent. I bit my lip not to laugh. "Well, you'd know." He stated. "Need to get powder burns out of your fingers. I don't supposed you'd serve time for this, but let's avoid the court case." He stated again. Watson his throat making it harder for me not to laugh. "Are you alright?" He asked.

"Yes, of course I'm alright." Watson replied. "Well, you have just killed a man." Sociopath stated. "Yes I..." Watson trailed off. "That's true, innit?" Sociopath asked smiling. "But he wasn't a very nice man." Watson replied smiling. I smiled at both men and walked futher before them ending up in the street where I was first found. I'm sure there's something here that could tell me how I got here. I walked towards the small splater of blood on the ground and got my sonic screwdriver and checked if it was my blood. I had wide eyes then read the readings again. It was Time Lord blood according to it and I was from One hundred trillion years in the future. What the hell?! I backed up to the wall and sat there. I'm lost and my memory is wiped out then a blonde girl appeared in front of me. "Emily, what are you doing here?" She asked sitting beside me. I frowned looking at her. "Am I supposed to know who you are?" I asked frowning. "Oh no. You lost your memory. Come with me." She said standing up and walking across the street.

I stood up and kept my screwdriver in my pocket. I was about to cross, but someone pulled me back. "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?!" Watson asked worriedly frowning at me. I blinked a few times and looked across to she was gone. My face was forced to look at him. "Do you have a place to stay in?" He asked worried. "As a matter of fact no. I was thinking of jacking a car and sleeping inside then going to Cardiff and look for someone I don't remember." I replied smiling. Sociopath pulled my arm and into their flat. "Mrs. Hudson, is there room for one more tenant?" He hollered. An old lady came out smiling. "I'm afriad not, Sherlock, but she can stay with me until she finds another flat." She replied smiling at me. "Oh, mam. I don't want to impose." I said smiling and trying to get my arm of Holmes' grip. "If you don't want to stay with Mrs. Hudson then you'll be staying with me." He said pulling me up the stairs.

"Hey, quit pulling me. I don't want my other arm injured too." I said trying to break free. He let me go as soon as we reached his room. "I'll be staying on the couch. You can have my room." He said closing the door behind him. I frowned and removed my trench coat. I got everything in my pockets out. Ok, I've got a sonic screwdriver, a wallet with a lot of cash and credit cards, a passport, a blank paper, a helmet, a bag, keys, a locket, 3-D glasses, normal glasses, and the photo I saw awhile back. Hey, it's the girl from awhile back and a guy kissing my cheek. I held onto to it for a bit longer and kept everything in my pockets again except the locket. I'm amazed a helmet could even fit in there. I opened the locket to see a picture of a man smiling at the blonde girl like in the photo and another is the three of us together in a photo. I frowned closing the locket and put it back in my pockets. I have to find out who are on those photos.

I need a shower though. I walked out the room to see Watson typing something on the laptop while Holmes was on the couch. "Uhm... Mister Ho-" He cut me off. "Sherlock, please." He said smiling at me. "Sherlock, you can go and change your clothes." I stated walking towards Watson And sat on the chair's arm. "What are you typing about?" I asked looking at the laptop. "You." He replied looking up. "You need something?" He asked. "A towel and where's the shower?" I asked smiling. "You'll have to ask, Sherlock." He replied smiling. "Thank you." I said standin up and knocking on Sherlock's door. "Come in." He hollered. I went in just in time for him to button the last one. "I just wanted to ask-" He cut me off by throwing me a towel, a shirt, and shorts. "It's beside my room first door on the left." He said pushing past me. "Thanks." I said smiling and walking towards the bathroom.

I stripped my clothes and went under the shower head. I have lots of questions that needs answering. I can't live on like this. I have to find a job tomorrow, move out, find a new apartment, maybe even a new car - no that's to dull. I new scooter or motor then drive to Cardiff and find out what I'm looking for.

Flashback

"What're you doing here?" Dad asked frowning. "I live here. Who is she?" She asked smiling at me. "Well, what do you do that for? Oh, this is Emily, my daughter. Emily, Rose. Human." Dad replied smiling. "Because I do. I'm only in the house because someone blew my job. Nice to meet you, Emily." She said smiling. "Nice to meet you to!" I exclaimed hugging her.

"What's the emergency?!" Rose asked worried. "It's mauve." Dad replied trying to hold the Tardis together. "Mauve?" Rose asked walking towards Dad. "Universally recognized color for danger." Dad replied looking at her.

End of Flashback

I gasped and opened my eyes. There was banging on the door. "Emily, are you alright?" John asked through the door. "I'm fine. I'll be out in a minute." I hollered closing the shower and drying myself then wore the clothes Sherlock gave me. I opened the door smiling. "It's all yours." I said walking past him. Sherlock was lying on the couch looking up. "Thanks for the clothes and towel." I said smiling. "Goodnight, Emily." He said still looking up. I chuckled and walked back towards his room, but he caught my arm. "Your arm is perfectly fine, but how? It was broken awhile back and your leg was in bad shape too. What did you do or how did you do it? No normal person can heal that fast. Your ar-" I cut him off by kissing him. He just froze. I pulled away smiling. "That shut you up. You ask too much questions. I'll answer those tomorrow if you don't mind." I said walking towards the room and closing it behind me.

I always did that to Jack when he says to much or just flirts with another thing. Woah, what? Who the hell is Jack? That name always comes out of nowhere and unexpected. I shook my head and dried my hair for the night. I was surprisingly tired. As soon as I got my hair dry I laid on the bed and was fast asleep.