It has been two weeks since the incident of the "Study in Pink" as John blogged. It's an odd feeling that I received after John did what he did. I wouldn't've died, seeing as how I can no longer die of poison, my magic would have stopped it if I wasn't immortal. But I did want to see what happened. I wanted to feel the thrill I used to, testing my knowledge. My luck. It's been so long and everything is just too easy now.

I now trust John. I like him. I like him a lot. He reminds me of a mix of Gwaine and Lancelot and Arthur, but in his own unique way. He is completely unique. He's just so interesting. Like the fact that he's so compassionate, but still strong. He feels like I used to. He's what I lost.

He also makes really good tea, which is what he's doing now and for once I didn't use all the milk in an experiment. He hates it when I do that.

"Sherlock?" He interrupted my thoughts by putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Yes John?" I inquired.

He coughed, clearing his throat, a blush setting on his cheeks. "Are you just going to stare at me, or are you gonna drink your cuppa?"

I lowered my blue gaze to the table. A grin creeping on my face. "Sorry, John." I drink the tea slowly, savoring the flavor. I don't usually eat or drink much. Don't need to. But John doesn't like that, he's been trying to find things I like. I like tea.

I looked back up to John and he had a small, sly smile on his face, obviously pleased by his discovery.

"So, you're happy today. Is there a case?"

"I believe there will be one! Just wait for it..." I trailed on.

John snorted. "Whatever you say Sherlock."

While John was in the restroom I grabbed his computer. I have a hunch that there actually is a case. And there is!

"John!" I yelled happily.

"What!?" He responded.

"I do have a case! I told you!" I rubbed it in, just a bit.

He giggled in response. "Okay Sherlock, I'll be out in just a moment."

I smiled as I checked the rest of my emails. There were two from Lestrade about the case, a couple ones asking help to find cats (Why does that always happen? I am not a pet service!") And after hitting refresh three times one from Mycroft, my "Brother."

Opening it I stared in shock.

Dear Sherlock,

It has come to my knowledge- in secret I might add- That there has been suspicious activity near the "Lake of Avalon" as you always put it. I do not want to get your hopes up, so don't let this control you brother mine. Just let me handle it, I'll tell you if anything pops up.

Call me sometime soon Brother,

Mycroft Holmes

I was shocked out of my flurry of reading, re-reading, and re-re-reading by Johns soft voice.

"Sherlock?" Popping my head up I made eye contact with concerned pupils. "Are you alright? Just in your "mind palace"?"

I logged off my email quickly, shutting the computer I smiled, "Absolutely fine John, now lets go! The case awaits!"

Grabbing his hand I pulled him out the door, not responding to his shouted, "Was that my laptop!?"

Hello everyone! Sorry for not updating my stories for such a long time! I'll get them done quicker, I promise! (:

So...Is he coming back? Maybe, maybe not...

Lots of Love, Mana Walker 3