A/N: Hello Everyone, right I'm starting this series until the end of series two and on Monday i'll update Genesis as I really couldn't handle three OC and a bitchy Rose and hopefully this will satisfy all your story needs.
I picture my First OC Claire to look like the fictional character Selene from the movie franchise Underworld as it happens to be the fact I though I need to make a some what confusing character that you don't know a lot of important information about Claire but any future references to other story will be posted somewhere inside the Sherlock series.
My Second OC Joshua, I pictured him to look like James Mcavoy with some changes noted in the chapter but like Claire everything will be explained as the series goes on.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock it goes to it respective writers and its producers and there for I give you... Give A Little Cheer For All The Mistreated People!
He sighed as he faced the house opposite. Perhaps his aunt could put him up for the night, at least until he found more permanent accommodation. He knocked on the door and waited. It swung open to reveal his smiling aunt, he tried to smile in a similar fashion but, given his current mood, it turned out looking more like a cheerful grimace.
"Josh? What are you doing here?"
He sighed.
"Do you think I could stay the night? I haven't got enough to pay for a hotel."
"Actually, I just got a lodger...I'm sure you could use one of the spare rooms though deary, you look exhausted."
The boy smiled tiredly and stepped into the house, following his aunt up the stairs. He looked around at the boxes piled up around him as he sat in the kitchen.
"So who is this lodger of yours then?"
His aunt paused in her bustling.
"A detective and a scientist, helped with the case involving your uncle. Remember that?"
"Of course. How could I forget? You know I'm trained in that sort of thing, you should have told me."
"No dear, I wouldn't want to put you in danger like that."
Downstairs, the doorbell rang.
"I'll just get that. Drink up before it goes cold."
He smiled and lifted his cup as he heard the words downstairs.
"Ah Sherlock, Claire!"
He almost spat out his tea. The name Sherlock wasn't overly popular in London (or anywhere for that matter). Two men and one woman walked in after his aunt and he sat back, resting his heels on the table as he watched them converse.
"Yes this could be nice...very nice indeed."
The man who had spoken had a limp and was watching the taller one with curiosity and not so mild disturbance. He glanced around the room.
"Is that a skull?"
The taller one smiled slightly.
"Yes, friend of ours. Well I say friend..."
"What do you think then Doctor Watson?" Asked his aunt. "There's another bedroom upstairs if you'll need two bedrooms..."
Josh and the woman laughed at the expression on the man's face and as one the people in the room turned to stare at her.
"They're not a couple. If they were there would be more eye contact, physical contact etc."
The taller man cocked his head slightly.
"And how would you know that?"
He chuckled.
"I dabbled in psychology during my time at Uni."
"A relative of Mrs Hudson's I presume? Son...no. Nephew?"
His aunt smiled and wandered over to sort out the cupboards as she always did. She seemed to be in a permanent state of motion, plumping cushions and tidying mess.
"Oh yes, Josh here just finished at University. Twenty eight and he already has two degrees in forensics and criminology under his belt. Feet off the table love."
He shifted his feet back onto the floor. The sandy haired man lowered himself into a chair, wincing in pain, and spoke.
"Two degrees? Impressive."
"Well while it may be very impressive it's left him completely penniless. Slept on a sofa last night, presumably that of a friend, no current lodgings to speak of." The woman told the group causally.
He froze.
"How did you know that?"
The Woman smiled indulgently.
"Well your clothing says quite a lot. Hard wearing, leather jacket and thick boots. Doctor Martin's. Very nice. However you bought them some time ago, presumably on sale considering their age and state which suggests you cannot afford to buy a new pair. Your jeans and shirt carry on them strands of a fabric generally used on sofas and other household chairs, suggesting that you slept on such a chair last night. This is backed up by the state of your hair, you haven't yet brushed it properly and the fact that you keep flexing your neck subtly in an attempt to rid yourself of a crick. Your wallet is sticking out of the inside pocket of your jacket and is very thin, not much money. And finally you are visiting your aunt, which judging by her reaction to your presence is not a common occurrence, seeking lodging."
He shook his head.
"Right on all counts Miss..."
"Davidson. Claire Davidson."
"Miss Davidson. I am currently homeless, though I did just get a job. Local hospital morgue. It doesn't pay amazingly well but we all have to start somewhere. I work with the lab too. Pretty much a Jack of all trades."
The man on the chair spoke again.
"Mrs Hudson, how many rooms are you offering for rent?"
Her aunt frowned slightly as she thought.
"Four if you include the one downstairs, not likely that one will sell with the state that it's in. Why do you ask?"
"Sherlock, Claire, are you adverse to a four way rent split?"
The woman looked up from where she had opened up a laptop.
"No, the question is more whether Master Josh is willing to share a flat with two men and one woman he has never met before in his life."
He laughed and walked over to her, she towered over him but with his scruffy black hair, piercing blue eyes and worn leather bomber jacket he looked intimidating enough.
"Miss Davidson it's that or sleep in the morgue. I have been called morbid, anti-social, all sorts however I'd rather not sleep in a freezer drawer. When can I move in?"
His aunt was practically vibrating with happiness.
"Oh soon away sweetie. It'll be so nice to have you nearby again. Will you be taking the other room Doctor?"
He smiled.
"Of course."
"Wonderful. I'll put the kettle on again."
She disappeared through the doors and Josh settled herself into the chair opposite Doctor Watson.
"So, Josh. Interesting name."
"Well it's Joshua. Kennedy. But please call me Josh."
"Of course. You can call me John."
He looked over to Holmes who stood looking out of the window.
"I looked you up on the internet last night."
"Oh? Find anything interesting."
"Your site, the Science of Deduction. You claim to be able to identify a software designer by his tie."
Josh raised an eyebrow at his expression before speaking.
"Well everyone has their own personal signature, it's something you look into when you study criminology. Be it a calling card after a murder or simply how they dress it can be used to select one or a few people from thousands."
He might have imagined the brief smile that appeared on Davidson's face as his aunt bustled back in.
"How about these suicides then Sherlock, Claire? Thought it would be right up your street. All three the same."
"Four." Claire and Sherlock said at the same time before looking at each other smirking.
"Pardon?"
"There's been a fourth and something is different."
A man with graying hair ran up the stairs.
"Where?"
"Brixton. Lauriston Gardens." He replied, slightly out of breath.
"Difference?"
"They left a note." He was obviously desperate for them to leave, edging away already.
"Who's on forensics?"
Watson and Josh were watching the exchange like a tennis match.
"Anderson." There was a note of regret there.
"He won't work with us."
"He's not your assistant Holmes and you to Claire." The grey haired man was obviously used to his child-like petulance.
"Maybe I need one."
"Will you come?"
"I'll get a taxi. Right behind you."
The man nodded and left. Holmes proceeded to leap around the sitting room exclaiming about Christmas before running from the room. Josh looked around, the rooms were already cluttered and only two of them had moved in so far. Soon, the detective (for he had also seen his site, using it for research more often than not and knew exactly what he did for a living) bounded back into the room and the scientist dressed in a new set of clothes walked in.
"John, your a doctor, an army doctor at that. Any good?"
"Very good." He answered with the smallest of smiles.
"Joshua, forensics, criminals, you're good with crimes?"
"Oh I'm amazing." He answered, smirking.
"And Claire, scientist, sees more then everyone else, guns loaded?"
"Oh yeah, never leave with out them." She replied smirking as she pulled out two modified Beretta 92FS Inox's loaded and ready to go.
"You've all seen bodies, wounds..."
"Enough for a lifetime. No, more than enough." Answered Claire. Josh and John nodded.
"Want to see some more?"
Josh grinned up at him.
"Hell yeah."