A/N This is based on something I did on my Twitter RP account realjwatson. Many thanks to MCMorstan. Enjoy!
John Hamish Watson was alone. That was the way he thought he preferred it. But Mrs Hudson, who had seemingly stopped denying the fact that she wasn't his housekeeper, decided that enough was enough. John needs a new roommate. Three years was far too long.
Even for a man as loyal as John.
The advert in the Sunday Telegraph read "Wanted. Roommate. Baker Street lodgings, at a reduced price. Please call *********** . Jane Watson.
The fact that it said Jane was no mistake. Mrs Hudson thought it would attract 'female company'. John highly doubted that. Every applicant who had applied. John had refused. Until one woman just... appeared.
John opened the door. Standing on the doorstep 221B was a woman. Her hair was shoulder length and brown. She looked nice enough, but John was stubbornly refusing to like any of the applicants. No one could replace... him.
On seeing the newspaper cutting in her hand, he was about to close the door on her. But then she turned around. Her startling blue eyes threw him, just for a fraction of a second, just long enough for her to introduce herself.
"Hello" She said with a gentle smile. "My name's Mary. Mary Morstan. I was looking for..." She looked down at the cutting "Jane Watson?"
"Oh.. No. That's me. I'm John. John Watson. It's a... mistake."
"Oh. Well- hello, John. " They stood there awkwardly for a couple of moments."May I come in, or...?"
"Oh! Of course, of course, just through here.."
"Up the stairs?"
John frowned. He hadn't planned on taking anyone into the flat. But it was too late- she was already ascending.
"Um.. could you slow down a minute, please?"
At her confused expression, he hastily tapped his leg with his cane and added "it's hard for me, with my leg..."
She smiled. "Oh! Of course. Sorry. You... You do know it's psychosomatic, right?"
"What?" Cried John in surprise. "How could you... how could you possibly know that?"
Mary chuckled softly. It was a beautiful sound, like... John was forgetting himself.
"It wasn't a difficult deduction," smiles Mary. John's eyes widened at the word deduction" You're clearly a military man, your future and the way you hold yourself show that very clearly. And your eyes are sad. It's possible that it was a real injury, but from your lack of of confidence - which is also obvious- I would suspect that the pain was emotional rather than physical. Am I right?" She grinned playfully.
"Yes.. You are." John was shocked. This was bringing back too many memories. Memories that he was trying to forget. The whole reason she was here was because he was trying to forget...
Mary stopped, worried. "Did I say something to offend you?"
"No, no... it's just... the word 'deduce'. I haven't heard that word in about three years."
Mary was obviously confused.
Not wanting to have to explain everything to her, John suggested that they go into the living room of his flat.
Throwing the key up at her, he said "Open it for me, will you? I'll follow you up."
Once they got into the flat, and sat down, Mrs Hudson appeared, smiling knowingly at John. I'll get you some tea and biscuits, dear. Milk? Sugar?"
"Both, please. " Smiled Mary.
I'm planning on adding quite a bit more... what do you think? Review, please! ^^ Do you like the similarities between Mary and Sherlock? Do you think they're too similair for John to handle? Sorry for any grammatical errors! I'm tired!