wow sorry this is a bit late, I have had loads of homework. for English I had to write a 13 page essay so that zapped my time like no other! on the up side spring break is coming up soon and I'm going to LA with some friends! I'm stoked because I've never seen the west coast before! it's going to be so much fun!

well hope your having a great day, I have to go take a run! Also look out for the <> to know when to listen to the song!

DarlaH

After waking up for the fourth time coughing this night, I laid in bed, hoping that sleep would take me, but every time I got close, I would start coughing again and sleep never came.

Giving up on sleep, I slowly rolled out of bed, feeling terrible. That's it, I had a cold. I shuffled my feet out of my room and sat down on the couch. I needed some OJ and I knew we had none. After I coughed for another couple of minutes, Sherlock came out of his room, his hair messed, still in PJ's.

I knew I must have wakened him since he was such a light sleeper. "Sorry I woke you," I said, feeling guilty.

"You caught something."

No duh Sherlock. "Yeah," I said, too tired to say anything more.

"John is coming over soon and I'll have him pick you up some medicine." Sherlock said and took out his phone and called John.

"What time is it?"

"11," He replied as he answered his phone. "John, yes, Rori is sick. Can you pick her up some things that sick people use?"

I raised my eyebrow at his comment. "Sick people? Really?" I asked as I sneezed into my arm. "Man, I feel cruddy."

"I don't get sick."

"Me neither."

"And that worked well," he said and gestured to me.

I had nothing to say, so I kept quiet. After about another 30 minutes of coughing, sneezing and lightheadedness, I spoke up again, mainly to myself, "I am dying."

"You're not dying," Sherlock said in the kitchen as he made something to eat.

"I feel like it. Wait Sherlock," I said before he walked into his bedroom. I don't know if it was me being sick or me just being tired, but I finally had the guts to ask him a question that I had never had the guts to ask him before. Ever since I was with Zane, I had been thinking about it and now was a good time to ask. "This has been eating away at me, can you please tell me why you locked me in prison when clearly I did not do the crime you accursed me of? You out of everybody, should know that I was innocent."

I watched his face change into regret as he sighed. "That's a long story."

"I have time."

"I don't. John's here." And as if on command, John came through the door with a bag full of things.

I frowned knowing I would never find out why he did what he did since he would never tell me. One thing was for sure though, he regretted it. But what made him do it. All this time I had spent with him and he never told me why he did it and I thought he owed me am answer.

I watched John look at me for a second, then say, "Rori, you look awful."

"Thanks John, nice to see you too," I said sarcastically as I lay on the couch hoping death would be kind to me and take me away from this.

"I got you some cough medicine, some Orange Juice, tissues, soup, and a couple other things." John said and laid out everything on the coffee table.

"Thank you." I know understood why Sherlock kept him around, he was useful.

"You're welcome. When was the last time you got sick?"

"Years ago, I was with my Nan in Ireland at the time, I think I had to be like 12. My mum had just left me a couple nights before. We played cards until I got better." I was in bed for a week with that cold. That had to be the worse week of my life.

"Do you still talk to your Nan or you mum for that matter?" John asked.

I closed my eyes, realizing that I probably said too much. "kind of, I write letters to Nan. She never did like me emailing her." I couldn't hold back the honest answers I was thinking and I blame it on the cold.

"Do you plan on seeing her again?"

"I hope so. I just need to get out of all of this before I do anything. And as far as my mum goes, she can might as well rot in hell," I stated, as if it was a fact.

"Was she there for you?" John asked me as he took a seat on the chair next to me, finding this conversation very interesting.

"Hardly ever. It was always my Nan that watched me. I don't care for my mum. She never wanted me to begin with," I said and closed my eyes, feeling so worn out I could fall asleep in this conversation.

I heard a clap of hands, then Sherlock say, "Well, are you ready John?"

an icy hand was pressed against my cheek, then my forehead without my permission. John said, "you feel a bit warm."

"I feel cold," I said as I opened my eyes again.

"I'm going to take your temperature and Sherlock, get her a blanket."

"Go for it, but I don't know what that will do," I said as I shivered.

As they tended to me, I started to fall asleep again. It felt kind of nice to have them take care of me.

"38.8," John said which caused me to open my eyes again to look at him. "It's a bit high. Maybe we should stay here."

"You had plans to go out today. I think I'll be ok for time alone. I'm just going to lay here anyhow."

"Are you sure?" Sherlock asked skeptically to me.

"I'm sure; I think I'm going to take a nap."

"We'll be back in a couple of hours," John said as he patted my shoulder. "Call us if you need anything."

"You'll be the first," I mumbled as I closed my eyes again.

"Feel better soon," Sherlock said just before the door closed.

Before I had time to react to that statement, they were out of the flat. Did he really just say that or was I really that sick? Did he just show some human emotion toward me?

I woke up about two hours later when Sherlock called. I looked franticly around my body to find my phone on the ground right beside the couch. "What do you want?"

"Can you pull up my computer?"

"Sure. What do you need?" I mumbled as I shuffled my feet to the kitchen table to Sherlock's laptop.

"I need.."

"Wait, are you outside of the flat?" I asked as I heard the stairs creak as if someone was coming up them. If he was just outside the flat and made me leave the couch, I was going to throw a fit.

"No. I'm about an hour away."

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"I think I'm hearing things...." I said as the door opened and a man with brown hair and freckles came walking in. He smiled lightly at me as he shut the door behind him. I knew him immediately, but I was too in shock to do anything.

"Aurora," he said with a small smile.

I had to blink a few times to make sure I was seeing things correctly. I had to be seeing things, I must have been really sick.

"It's me," he said as he walked over to me with slow, careful steps.

I shook my head at him. This was not real. I hadn't seen him in so long but yet he looked the same, his hair perfectly styled and dressed casually. I missed him so much. "Kale. What are you doing here?"

"Rori? Are you there?" I heard Sherlock's voice said on the other end of the phone. For a minute, I forgot I even had him on the phone. I didn't even bother to tell him goodbye, I just simply hung up.

I had so much to say to Kale, but I didn't know how to start. I just stood there, staring at him.

"It's been a long time, I know." He shoved his hands in his pockets as he looked guilty, ashamed almost. By the way, his head was slightly down, not looking at me in the eyes, I knew he was here for something else then a friendly visit.

"What do you want, Kale?"

There was a minute of silence as he chewed the inside of his cheek, thinking about what to say back. "I need some money."

"How much?"

"500, maybe 6?"

I frowned at him. He was only here for money and that hurt. What was I to him? Just a bank? "Why do you need it?"

"I'm trying to outrun them, Rori, but it's hard. I need to disappear for a bit." He shook his head at me as if knowing what I would say next. "You don't want to get in with them. They're bad news Rori."

I frowned at him. I could handle myself. Who was he to tell me what to do? "If they are so dangerous, maybe they need to be stopped. You don't know how long I have been looking for you and I'm not about to let you leave with no questions answered."

He frowned at me. "You don't get it, Rori, just stop looking for me, turn around and run back to where you came from. I'll call you when I am safe."

I was too sick and tired to argue, but he should know me well enough that is not what I was going to do. As soon as he would leave, I would go back to hunting for the group to stop them. This shouldn't be all on Kale's head to do, after all, we were partners.

I walked into my room and fished out 650 quid that I got from picking pockets and gave it to Kale.

"Thanks." He put his hands into mine, then stared into my eyes. In his dark green eyes had longing in them as if he wanted to stay here longer. But something was stopping him from doing that.

"How much time do you have?"

"Not much, maybe 40 minutes." As soon as he said this, I felt my stomach drop. 40 minutes was no time at all. I wanted to be with him longer, I didn't want him to leave.

He looked around the room with a ghost of a smile and said, "who knew you would work with Sherlock Holmes."

"I didn't."

"You're doing really well Aurora, I can tell you're happy. I haven't seen you look quite like this for a while."

"You really think I'm happy?" I asked him, as if I didn't know the answer myself.

"Yeah, don't you think so?"

I paused and thought about it. Never did I think if I was happy. I thought I would hate every minute here because I was with Sherlock and the bobbies. But if I thought about it, I liked my time spent here. I had grown to like this place. I like solving crimes. I liked being out of prison. I liked I had more freedom. And as much as I hated to say, Sherlock wasn't as bad as I thought. I didn't realize it before, but I was happy here.

"Sit with me? Like old times?" he asked and lead me to the couch. I sat down next to him and he put his arm around me. His arm warmed me up instantly.

We sat there for about 10 minutes in silence until I sneezed. I wanted time to stop so we could have this forever. "I'm sorry."

"It's ok. I thought you told me you don't get sick."

"Well I seemed to have got something." I stared at his face for a minute then said, "you look tan. Where have you been?"

He let out a small laugh. "The question should be where haven't I gone? I have been all over Europe the past year, I just got back from Spain." He pulled out his phone and frowned at it. "I have to go soon. They probably saw me get off this Tube stop by now. I can't lead them to you. You mean too much to me."

"Then I did you leave me?" I asked, a little to sharply.

He frowned. "Because the night that you got caught, so did I. I knew I wouldn't be able to save you from prison if I was working for the group. My hands were tied. I decided prison was the only safe place for you. They really wanted you, but I convinced them I was worth more. And let me tell you, being with Sherlock is a much better fate than being with this group, Rori."

I was silent. He gave himself up to save me. "I could have helped you if you told me what had happened."

He shook his head at me. "No, I couldn't risk it," he said and got up from his seat.

Our time was up. "Don't go." I grabbed his hand and looked at him right in the eye. "Stay. bring them down together, we can do it you know. We're..." I let my voice trail off when I saw the look on his face, he wasn't buying what I was saying to him. He knew he had to leave.

"Aurora," he sighed and cupped my cheek with his hand. "I have too."

"No," I said to him as I held back tears.

He sighed and then kissed me on my cheek and said, "I have never stopped thinking about you."

He let go of my face and then walked out the door.

I stood there for a minute in shock, not sure what I should feel and then sat back down on the couch. my mind was spinning and I couldn't think straight.