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Just wanted to let everyone know that there are both a prequel and a sequel in progress for this story. The prequel is going to fill in all the history gaps I left in this story, starting with young Kate and Sherlock both leaving Europe to visit America, their interactions in the U.S., and ending with Kate taking seven year old Emma to 221B in the rain.
The sequel will pick up almost directly after the end of this story. I've got the prequel totally outlined on paper, just have to fill all the details and dialogue in. I'll post it when I'm finished and then work on the sequel, which, as outlined in my head, is going to be pretty angsty and have a lot more Greg Lestrade in it.
What do you, my darling readers, want to see?
P.S. I'll remove this chapter when I post the prequel! Here's a little snippit of the prequel though!
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Kate didn’t see him after that. Sure, he watched her from the shadows, mostly to make sure she wasn’t going to come down with some disease that she might pass to him, but also because a very small part of him was concerned. He didn’t want her to end up like him, controlled by the drugs. Well, not controlled...he could stop anytime he wanted, but she was normal.
She wouldn’t be able to.
He was watching her when, higher than a kite, she stumbled into the street and a taxi struck her. He felt sober for the first time in months, and ran to her, the little china doll he’d subconsciously claimed as his. She was unconscious, blood seeping from a wound on her forehead. Head trauma. Possibly severe. She was still breathing though. As the driver finally pulled himself from the car, Sherlock was holding Kate’s head in his hands, stabilizing her neck. “Call an ambulance.” He instructed evenly, adrenaline pushing the remnants of the morning’s drugs out of his system.
He acknowledged the paramedics when they arrived. “Her name is Kate, she’s an English National, and she had this on her.” He handed the paramedic a bag of cocaine. It wasn’t hers, but it would help them figure out how to help her if they knew what drug she was on, so he could live without one bag. He could always buy more.
Skin crawling, Sherlock left the pandemonium of the accident site, confident that she was in more capable hands than his own. It didn’t take him long to find his dealer again so he could fall back into the euphoria and forget all about the redheaded girl.
Hopefully the hospital could do for her what he couldn’t.
She was a good girl after all.
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So we're going to have high/stalkerish Sherlock, but you'll get to read his rationalization for it, promise!
Let me know what you guys think!
-Jenn