Things I Loved Before Are Now For Sale // Sherlock

[Amy Pond]

With a soft sigh, Amy stood in the middle of the almost empty bedroom, looking about. Memories flooded over her, memories that she was powerless to stop. Happy times, sad times, she was reminded of them all. This house held so many emotions and memories, and once upon a time Amy had liked that. But not any more. After all the drama and sadness of the past twoish years, she had decided that she needed a fresh start. She had changed so much since Sherlock's "death", and changed in a way that she didn't like. She'd manipulated her friends, toyed with their emotions, been an emotional wreck, cheated. It had to end; this fresh start was rather overdue.

Packing up the last of the knick-knacks from her bedroom, she picked up the box and headed down the stairs. "Sherlock! Are you done with the kitchen yet?" she called to the detective. How she'd even managed to convince him to help with the packing was beyond her. She figured that John had finally convinced the stubborn man. When Amy had originally asked the pair for help, Sherlock had refused, saying that he was much too busy. Amy's guess (though she didn't voice it) was that Sherlock was sulking that she was moving out of London. Sure, her new place was only 23 minutes away from London central, but this old place was only a block away from Baker Street. Eight kilometres away would seem like absolutely forever away compared to that.

Entering the lounge she smiled at the mutters and curses that came from the kitchen. Chuckling softly and shaking her head, she headed towards him, a teasing grin on her lips. "Cutlery not co-operating huh?" she asked, coming up behind him and wrapping her arms around his waist, resting her head against his back. "And here I was thinking they'd behave today..."