Chapter 1

"What are you doing?"

A sing-song voice floated up behind Sherlock. He turned to find a small girl with blonde, almost white hair. Most of her pale skin was covered by bright colored clothing- very out of place for the setting they were in. She looked at him with big, wide eyes.

"Working."

Sherlock didn't want to waste any time talking to this wide-eyed wonder. He had to get back to working out the details of his latest case.

"It's going to rain soon," murmured the girl. She tilted her head upward, and Sherlock followed her gaze up towards the graying sky. Heavy clouds were rolling in now, blocking out the sun. The lack of natural light only made the scene more depressing, but made the girl stand out even more in her rose pink sweater. He looked past her trying to figure out where she got in. She couldn't have come through any of the entrances since the police were blocking the way. They weren't allowed to let anybody in, unless they actually had a reason to be here. All of the policemen were at their posts, and there weren't any other ways to get in. So how did this girl get in?

"I'm Luna."

A smile spread across her face as her head cocked to the side. Luna. Her name was odd, but it fit. Her skin was milky white and her eyes were round like the moon.

"Sherlock. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to what I was doing."

He felt bad shooing her away, but this was important. He noticed her smile fall a little. Her eyes shifted a bit before she plastered on a fake smile, turned and flitted off. He turned back to his work and then realized he'd forgotten everything he was just doing. He didn't bother trying to regain his train of thought though; this case was easy enough for the police to solve.

Sherlock was using John's laptop when John returned from the supermarket. He knew this infuriated John, but he really just didn't care.

"Why can't you just use yours?"

"Because it's all the way over there."

John followed Sherlock's pointed finger to the table across the room and saw Sherlock's laptop sitting right on top of it. He picked it up and walked over to the chair Sherlock was sitting in.

"There you go you lazy twat."

He took his laptop back and sat down in the chair opposite Sherlock. Facebook was open, and apparently he had just been searching for someone by the name of Luna.

"Who's Luna?"

"I don't know."

"Then why are you looking for her?"

"I met her today. I was trying to figure out who she was."

"How do you even know if-"

John was cut off by Mrs. Hudson who stormed into the room complaining about some smell. Funny, John hadn't noticed any strange smell in the room when he first walked in. He watched as Mrs. Hudson walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge then remembered the severed head he encountered in there earlier this morning. He heard her muffled scream, looked up at Sherlock who smirked, and chuckled at him.

"If that head doesn't get thrown out by this evening, I'm upping your rent."

The boys couldn't take any threat from her seriously; she was too nice to carry it out.

"We'll get right on that Mrs. Hudson."

Sherlock got up and ushered her out the door. This was the second time he's shooed out an innocent woman. He decided he might as well throw the head out now since he'd already finished the tests on it.

With the head wrapped in a plastic bag, Sherlock opened the front door only to find a pair of bright blue eyes staring at him.

"Hello."

The corners of Luna's mouth turned upward into a smile. How had she found him here? She hadn't followed him home, he was sure of it. He was however, a little joyed that she was here. He didn't know what it was about her, but something made Sherlock happier inside.

"How did you find me here?"

"I asked one of the policemen that were working at the warehouse earlier this morning."

"Why did you want to know where I lived?"

"I needed your help. Something was stolen from me and I need them back."

"Well, what was it that was stolen from you?"

"My shoes."

For the first time, Sherlock looked down and realized the girl wasn't wearing any shoes. Her feet weren't filthy though, so she hasn't been missing them for long. But who would steal a pair of girls' shoes?

"I would love to help you, but I have important business to take care of."

Sherlock gestured at the bag he was holding. For the first time, Sherlock had actually noticed the stench. How had he and John not noticed the smell before now? He looked back at Luna and noticed she smelled it too. Her nose was scrunched and the corners of her mouth were turned down.

"Oh. Well goodbye then."

Sherlock smiled and nodded before sidestepping around her. He walked around to the corner and lifted the lid on the garbage can, dropping the bag and its contents into it. When he looked back up, Luna was nowhere in sight.

"What took you so long?"

"I stopped to look at the moon."

Sherlock knew this was a lie, but he knew John wasn't smart enough to see through him. Sherlock walked over to the window, picking up his violin along the way. He began playing 'Au Clair de la Lune' as he looked out the window. As he was playing, he felt as if something was missing.

"What do you want for dinner?"

Sherlock wheeled around to follow the sing-song voice he heard behind him. But instead of seeing the little blonde, he saw John standing in the kitchen. Sherlock stared at him blankly, trying to figure out where that voice came from. Had his subconscious tricked him into thinking she was here? How was he already this obsessed with this girl, when he had only spoken a few words to her?

"I said, what do you want for dinner?"

"I'm not hungry."

"Well fine then."

He needed to find this girl and figure out what it was about her that made him feel empty when she wasn't there. And what was with the shoes? Had someone really stolen them, or had she just made up an excuse for her to see him? After deciding it was the latter, Sherlock decided to go outside and look for her. She looked old enough to not have a curfew, and she didn't look like one to be indoors much. He decided to head towards the park first, hoping to find the girl sitting barefoot in the grass. She reminded Sherlock of a gazelle; graceful and a natural beauty. Before he realized it, he was already at the park. He ended up in front of a weathered bench with a person sitting on the end opposite of him, reading some magazine upside down. Sherlock sat down as far away from the person as he could so he wouldn't have to make conversation with them.

"It didn't rain today."

A voice floated from behind the magazine. He looked over and saw Luna, barefoot and smiling that dazzling smile at him. Well, this was easier than he thought.

"Indeed."

"What brought you here?"

"Needed the fresh air."

"The moon is pretty tonight."

"I noticed that earlier. Listen, about your shoes—did somebody actually steal them?"

"Of course. Otherwise I'd be wearing them."

She looked down at her feet, and Sherlock followed her eyes. She wiggled her bare toes. Her nails were painted a soft lilac. He brought his eyes back up to meet hers. Her head was cocked to the side again and her smile just as wide as before. Her teeth were crooked, but not in a way that was unattractive. It gave her an almost youthful appearance, not that she wasn't young already. She looked to be about eighteen, maybe nineteen.

"I like your scarf."

He looked down at the scarf he'd forgotten he was wearing. It was a dark blue with silver stripes. It looked like the night sky, which was at the time becoming cloudier by the minute. As Sherlock looked up, Luna followed his gaze. The clouds began covering the moon, making the park seem a bit darker. Out of the corner of his eye, Sherlock noticed her smile fall. She looked older when she wasn't smiling.

"I have to go now."

Her words sounded much less like a song now, and more like an echo through an empty hall. He didn't like it. He wanted to do something to make her happier and to make her smile come back. But what? Luna was standing now, and before he knew it he was too. His arms wrapped themselves around her tiny waist. He felt her arms wrap around his broad shoulders, then felt the weight of her head drop itself onto his shoulder. He could feel her warm breath on his neck which sent a shiver down his spine, despite the gray trench coat he was wearing. The feeling in his chest was that of the feeling you get right before you cry. It felt like there wasn't enough oxygen in his lungs, yet he could breathe fine. Sherlock felt her arms around him relax, then drop to her sides. She stood on her toes and kissed his cheek before turning around and running off into the night.

"Goodnight, Luna."

(A/N: I re-uploaded this because of reasons, but CH 1 is just the same as the original. Thank you so much for reading and reviews are greatly appreciated!)