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Heart's Mysteries	By : LadyLaran Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Hobbit, The Views: 1570 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own "the Hobbit" or "Sherlock;" I do not make money from this story. They are owned by the BBC, estates of Tolkien and Doyle.

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Author’s Note – It’s been a while since I posted for this story, and I apologize for it. I’ve had difficulty getting the muses to function for this story, and I was determined not to let it sit for any longer than I had to. I really hope you all enjoy this!

Disclaimer – I do not own “the Hobbit” or “Sherlock,” and I definitely don’t make money from this story!

Chapter Three – Much Needed Discussions

Once everything was finished at Bilbo’s, John and Sherlock headed upstairs for a much needed discussion. The detective suspected his friend needed a chance to explode, and he was right. As soon as the door to their flat closed, the shorter male began snarling curses in English and another tongue that Sherlock didn’t recognize right then.

The curly haired male took a seat, watching the doctor as he vented, throwing pillows while giving curses that were becoming more and more creative as time went by. Given how deep John’s attachment to his cousin was, it took a considerable amount of time before the other calmed down enough to have a discussion about the discovery made earlier that morning.

“Tell me,” Sherlock ordered softly when the doctor sank into his usual chair, looking worn out.

John drew in a deep breath, staring at the Union Jack pillow that usually sat on his chair. It was on the sofa where he had thrown it a short while ago, but he didn’t have the energy to retrieve right just then.

“Bilbo discovered her sexuality when she was in her mid-teens,” he said quietly. “She was cute, still growing and had yet to loose her baby fat. She didn’t blossom into where she is now until her first year of university so you can imagine what her classmates were like since she didn’t quite fit into their idea of beauty. Add in the fact that she had quietly come out as a lesbian, her life was pretty much hell in her final years of school.”

Sherlock nodded; he’d faced a lot of bullying in primary school even though he’d been sent to a public school instead of the local one. His intelligence, unusual looks, and inability to socialize properly had set him apart so he could easily understand what John’s cousin had faced. Children were incredibly cruel at times.

“Despite all of that, she never lost that inner brilliance that made all of us so happy,” the doctor continued. “I don’t think she dated until university, which was wise considering her classmates in primary school were blind, arrogant fools. Her letters spoke of several friends, never naming them, but I could tell she was drawn to one in particular. Eventually, she stopped speaking of her and went on to talk about other things.”

“You think this friend may have been the one to hurt her so badly,” the detective asked, putting everything together in his mind.

“It’s possible,” John admitted. “I know the pair had been strong friends for several years during her time in university. I wanted to meet her during my leaves, but it never worked out. Bilbo never gave me a name, and I never pushed her because I wanted her to have the chance for this adventure in love without me being all ‘big brother.’ I know she appreciated it, but it was frustrating once her letters lost the glow that she usually wrote with.

“I just wish I knew who to blame for this,” he said, rubbing a hand over his face. “She used to call me her dragon slayer, and now I can’t slay this dragon who has been paining her for this long. It’s killing me inside to see her like this.”

“I could see if Mycroft could find out,” Sherlock offered, not surprised when his friend shook his head.

“Bilbo would never forgive me for prying,” he answered with a sigh. “Add to that, I would be labeled as a complete nutter for stalking a woman who had broken my cousin’s heart. Knowing my temper, I’d probably be arrested because I tried to avenge Bilbo’s pain.”

“Some families have done stranger things,” he said with a small smirk.

“True,” John admitted. “But I’d rather not have her angry with me. So I’ll have to do my best to hide how I feel whenever I see signs of her suffering like this. She’s not healed from this heartbreak, and I’m at a loss as to how to help her.”

“Even the most talented of surgeons have been stymied by the physical effects of emotional loss,” Sherlock reminded him. “I believe that you should simply be her big brother and cousin, and that will make a considerable difference for her.”

“I know,” he answered with a tired sigh. “But there’s still the part that wants to rage and rip apart anyone who even looks at her wrong.”

“I believe you will have that opportunity in time, John,” the detective said to him, still smirking. “She is a lovely young woman, and I know she will be asked out in time. Once she is ready, you can keep an eye on her and ensure she is not put into such pain again.”

John, who was about to get up to make a cup of tea, looked at his friend with a wry expression on his face.

“Are you suggesting I pull a Mycroft and spy on her during dates?”

“No but you live with a consulting detective who has quite a few resources,” Sherlock pointed out. “As boring as I find relationship drama, I would ensure your mind is at ease whenever Bilbo is ready to begin dating once more.”

That surprised John more than anything; he’d heard a variation of rants and scathing retorts about cases presented to him involving fact finding regarding a potential lover. Sherlock hated those kinds of cases and often sent the prospective client away with a diatribe of scornful words that had to still be ringing in their ears.

“You would do this for her?”

“For my friend,” Sherlock corrected him, not breaking eye contact with the other man. “I would do this to ensure you have peace of mind, John.”

For a moment, John lost all train of thought as Sherlock had completely surprised him by his offer and the words he’d been given in answer. So many people had warned him about the detective, calling him a psychopath and a freak, and his friend had even diagnosed himself as a sociopath. However, the doctor knew better.

Sherlock had hidden depths that he rarely showed anyone, and John treasured each moment where he was shown those amazing depths. He wished he could show everyone that they were wrong about his friend, but he kept these times hidden in his mind and heart to treasure as a dragon does its hoard.

“Sherlock, thank you,” he said softly.

The detective waved the gratitude off, knowing that his friend was touched by his offer. John was the only one he would do this for, and he knew that the other was incredibly worried about his cousin. If he could help alleviate those worries, then he would consider it well worth the boredom that would come in regards to finding out about anyone Bilbo was interested in from this point out.

His thoughts wandered a bit after John went into the kitchen to make tea. A part of him was curious as to who the person was that had brought about so many personality changes in Wilhelmina Watson. He wouldn’t chase after it, at least not yet. Since his friend was adamant about respecting his cousin’s privacy, he would honor that for the time being.

Sherlock leaned back in his chair, watching his friend as his mind spun in various different directions. He knew life would be interesting after he met John, and it seemed that life would be even more so now that Bilbo was part of the group. He had a feeling her influence would be a good one on both of them, and he was curious to see just how much of an effect she would have on their daily lives as well as their professional ones.

From what he understood, Bilbo was a translator and a very good one at that. Mycroft would not hire her unless she was the best of her field. While both brothers spoke multiple languages, there were times when they just didn’t have the time to learn others. Depending on which ones she spoke, she might be of use to Sherlock for cases. He knew he would need to question her regarding how many and which ones she was fluent in.

He was pulled from his thoughts when a mug of tea was passed to him by his friend, and Sherlock knew it was brewed perfectly and fixed just the way he took it. He gave John a nod of thanks, taking a slow sip to keep from burning his tongue.

“So I had a thought,” John said after taking a few sips of his own tea. “With her taking Mycroft on as a client, does this mean she may be put at risk due to his work?”

“No,” Sherlock said. “I sincerely doubt she’ll do more than translate documents for him and if there is a need for her services at a function, I know he will do his utmost to keep her safe. We will do the same for her here.”

“She did offer to help if we needed any translating on cases,” the physician said, taking another sip of his tea. “I’ve mentioned before your work can get into the unusual, and she told me that she’d help if we needed it.”

“Do you know how many languages she speaks,” he asked, curious.

“I’ve lost track,” John admitted with a rueful smile. “She was very young when my aunt and uncle realized she was a genius when it came to languages. I know she is known as a hyper-polyglot and was dubbed that by the time she was a teenager. Her focus in university was in languages, and the idea for her business hit her while she was studying. Several of her language professors sent business her way, and then she went professional after she graduated. My aunt and uncle were both proud and a bit frightened of her at times.”

“She learns quickly?”

“Frighteningly fast,” he said, setting his mug down. “Although, I did some research while in medical school and found that there are others like her out there who can become fluent after a very short period of time. When I showed it to them, it helped them to understand Bilbo quite a bit more.”

“Did it make things easier between them,” Sherlock asked, setting his empty mug down.

“It did,” John said, giving a lighter smile. “She called me and thanked me for it because her parents had a long chat with her after. They worked everything out, and they went from supportive to incredibly supportive. They did everything they financially could to help her learn as many languages as she wanted. The only thing they couldn’t give her was a chance to immerse herself in the societies as she learned the languages. They were never very well off, and they were helping Harry and I with university fees.”

“It’s good that you were able to help them bridge the gap,” he told his friend. “While my parents are intelligent, they had difficulties in trying to be the parents they wanted to be when it came to myself and Mycroft.”

“I couldn’t imagine it,” John admitted. “My sister and I are intelligent people, but we’re nowhere near close to what Bilbo can do with languages or you and Mycroft are for just about anything.”

“You don’t seem to have difficulty where I’m concerned,” Sherlock stated, watching his friend blush a bit.

“Well, we have some common ground and you’re easier to talk to than most people believe,” he said in a firm voice. “It doesn’t hurt you’re willing to explain things when I need you to.”

“Mostly because I know you’re listening and trying to understand,” the taller male answered. “It’s nowhere near frustrating when I slow down and explain things again for you as it is Lestrade or his idiot brigade.”

“Lestrade tries, but he does have too many distractions going on around him while the case is being investigated. I have the luxury of being able to focus solely on you when your deductions need to be explained,” John shared. “Lestrade has called me your translator before.”

“You do a good job of it,” Sherlock complimented him. “I am looking forward to more cases with you since you help me slow down and see things a bit differently.”

“We’ll see how it goes now that we have the language support from Bilbo,” he agreed. “The case with the pink lady was interesting, and I’m definitely looking forward to working more with you on other cases.”

Sherlock just smirked again, but John could see that it was closer to a smile than anything else. The doctor was reminded again just how lucky he was to find a friend in the crazy man who had offered a total stranger to share a flat with him.

Author’s End Note – We get a bit more John and Sherlock bonding time! This is early in their friendship; this story starts between “A Study in Pink” and “The Blind Banker.” I wanted a chance to see their relationship grow while Bilbo finds her path in 221 Baker Street. I hope everyone enjoyed it; please let me know what you thought of this chapter. See you all next time! ~ Laran
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