Sherlock College Years AU. They're American. Mostly based off of the BBC series, but with a twist... Sherlock's probably going to be a bit more... human. John's, right this moment, a typical frat guy, and Missy, well... she's kinda cool and endearing.
Looking over, Missy rolled her eyes as the front door was slammed open only to reveal a disheveled Sherlock Holmes being led into the apartment by an equally disheveled John Watson.
"What did you two get into this time?" she asked as she picked up the remote and turned her attention back to the television.
"Party," murmured John as he helped seat Sherlock on the opposite end of the couch from Missy. He glared at her when he heard her derisive snort. "What? It's not like you've never parti-" he immediately shut his mouth at the very disgusted and pointed look that Missy shot his way.
"One time, Watson. And it was so horrible that it doesn't even count. The boys in your frat don't even know how to by a girl a drink."
"Maybe you should have actually dressed up for the thing. Not go in a cardigan and jeans." To which Missy rolled her eyes and went back to looking at the uninteresting TV screen.
"So... Sherrly?"
"Wha...?"
Missy quirked a brow and looked over at her fellow flatmate. His hair was crazier than its usual curls, there were lipstick marks all over his neck and neckline, there were several buttons missing from his cardigan, and one of his shoes were missing. Her gaze made it back to his face and all she did was stare. He was completely, utterly shitfaced. "Should I be taking pictures, Shirrly?"
Sherlock moaned at the combination of her voice and the use of that detestable nickname. "No... I... I'm fine, Mishy," he slurred.
Missy looked over to John, her expression shifting from amusement to pissed. "Really? Watson, you promised to watch after him! He doesn't drink- you know that!" When John started to laugh, Missy threw one of the decorative pillows from the couch at him. John sidestepped the throw and continued to laugh as he walked to his room, shutting the door behind him.
Missy once again turned her attention back to Sherlock. Her friend. She rolled her eyes. Sherlock Holmes does not have friends, she chided herself. Just colleagues and people he hates and an arch-nemesis or two. Her lip quirked as she thought back to the first time she'd met Mycroft but stiffened when the inevitable thought of her ex came to mind. Shaking her head to dispel the thoughts, she turned her mind back to one very drunk Sherlock Holmes who was now trying to sleep at a very awkward angle on the couch. With a heavy sigh, she stood and went to him, shaking him lightly and giving him a small smile, like one you'd give a child, and pulled him to a standing position. He towered over her at six-one.
After she finished tucking him into bed, she kissed his forehead and started to leave.
"Thanks."
She turned to see Sherlock watching her with hooded eyes.
"I would say 'anytime', but I'm not-"
"-my housekeeper," he finished, a smirk gracing his lips.
"Next time, Sherrly, I'm taking photos," and with that, Missy Hudson left his room, quietly shutting the door behind her.
"I'd like to see you try," whispered Sherlock before slipping into oblivion.
Note: I have no clue where this should go or if I should even continue. What do you think I should do? If you have any plot bunnies to throw my way, bring it on! They will be greatly appreciated. Also, this is very rough, I know. Just trying to get my idea out there before I just give up on it.
But yeah, any ideas on what to do with these guys while at uni would be awesome!
xoxoxoxoxo -Chriss
