Disclaimer: Don't own "The Great Detective" or "The Good Doctor", just borrowing them for a bit. Though you will probably not get them back in the same condition they were loaned out in.
Cecily Morgan and Mickayla Richter are mine though feel free to borrow if you like them. Will take them back in any condition found.
No flames plz, only constructive criticism. (Praise will be accepted too.)
Thanks! Enjoy!
3 am 221 C Baker Street
BANG! BANG! BANG!, a muffled "damn!", and then CRASH! CLANG! BOOM!, can be heard from the other side of the upstairs parlor.
Ears perked I wait for the next sound, this one will be more pleasant, after only three weeks of sharing these rooms with my dear friend Mickayla Richter, I know what comes next…the violin.
My hours have changed quite a bit since we took these rooms.
I listen for a while in silence the haunting playing stirring me, moving me to shut my eyes and do aught but listen.
In what seem like moments the clock chimes; only to tell me that an hour has past since the noise ended and the melodious violin began to play.
A muffled voice from the other side of the wall can now be heard to yell "Holmes!"
I find myself smiling, fore it is not the first time I have hear this word yelled.
According to our landlady, "Holmes!" is non-other than famous detective Sherlock Holmes and the man who so often does the yelling in the middle of the night is his loyal friend and colleague Dr. John Watson.
Since moving to 221 C Baker St, Kayla and I have come to know them by sight and sound, but have yet to be introduced to either gentleman.
I turn my head toward the door at the sound of a soft chuckle; there stands my dear friend and flat mate Mickayla.
It doesn't surprise me that she is awake. Mickayla is an actress and keeps hours quite similar to our detective neighbor next door.
As she enters the room I find that she has a large breakfast tray in her hands.
There is much more food on it that the pair of us will be able to consume ourselves
I questioningly raise my eyebrows at her.
Kayla smiles at me and says "If we have to go though this every morning, we may as well have for breakfast and finally meet properly.
Not that Kayla would know anything about proper introductions in the first place.
I nod my assent and hurry to my room to put on a day dress.
Upon returning to the parlor; I find the fire stoked, the breakfast things set out on the table, and Mickayla engaged in opening the window!
"What are you doing?" I ask her
"Going to go ask our neighbors to breakfast." replies she, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.
"And what, pray, is wrong with the front door?" I inquire of her
"The housekeeper here and probably over there are still trying to sleep, it is four o'clock in the morning after all." she says to me as if I were a small child
As I watch her climb out the window and onto the ledge of the building, half of me cheerfully hope's that she falls and breaks her neck, but only half of me.
A moment later I can hear her rap upon the neighbors' window.
I hear it open and then quite clearly hear, "Yes Miss Richter is there something can help you with?"
As if it were the most natural thing in the world to this man to have some strange woman hanging on a ledge and rapping upon his window at four o'clock in the morning!
A different voice can now be heard to utter, "Good God, Holmes! Hadn't you better invite the lady in before she breaks her neck out there!"
What a sensible man Dr. Watson is.
"No, thank you Dr. Watson!" I hear Mickayla call to him and then next hear her say, "Good morning to you, Mr. Holmes. My flat mate Miss Cecily Morgan and I were wondering if you and Dr. Watson would care to join us for breakfast."
"Delighted to dear lady, come Watson!" I hear "Holmes" reply
A few seconds more and Kayla is climbing back into our flat followed by Mr. Holmes and what appears to be a very disgruntled Dr. Watson.
I move to the window to be of assistance, neither Kayla nor Mr. Holmes requires it, but the disgruntled Dr. Watson looks as if he would welcome my aid.
I immediately provide it.
"Thank you." Dr. Watson says to me, and then turns to glare at "Holmes"
"Would you care for some tea or coffee?" I ask "Watson" trying to distract him from his apparent displeasure
"If it doesn't inconvenience you, Miss Morgan I believe, tea would be splendid." Dr. Watson replies
"I doubt, Miss Morgan would ask if it were an inconvenience to her, Watson." "Holmes" remarks dryly
It's my turn to shoot this annoying man a look as I pour Dr. Watson's tea.
"What gives you that idea, Mr. Holmes?" I ask letting a slight edge slip into my voice
"Quite simple, Miss Morgan, you are an American and Americans rarely do anything that puts them out of there way." Mr. Holmes replies quite matter of factually
"I fail to see the logic you are using, Mr. Holmes, I may be an American, but my mother brought me up with better manners than not to offer a guest in my home the thing which he has been invited for. Furthermore, sir, you should not go around making conclusions about someone you don't know solely on their place of birth." I tell him haughtily whilst handing Dr. Watson his tea
I notice that Mickayla is enjoying all of this, tea in hand. I watch her pour a cup for Mr. Sherlock Holmes while trying very hard not to burst out laughing.
I hope she and he both choke on their tea!
"Allow me to pour your cup, Miss Morgan." Dr. Watson gently says
"If you wish Dr. Watson, coffee please." I respond, I rarely drink tea before noon and this poor man has no way of knowing it without me saying so
"And please call me, Cecily." I tell him
"Then I insist that you call me, John." "John" replies pouring my coffee going on to ask, "Milk, sugar, or both in your coffee?"
"Two lumps of sugar and a little milk will be fine, thank you "John". I reply a little awkwardly
"Since were done being formal, why don't you gentleman just help yourselves to breakfast." Mickayla says to our guests
She is really enjoying this way too much.
Since there are no chairs at the table where Kayla had set the breakfast things, we each serve ourselves breakfast and sit informally wherever we choose.
Mickayla sits on the rug near the fireplace hearth, John and I share the sofa, and "the annoying man", otherwise known as Sherlock Holmes, sits in the very chair that I sat in earlier this morning listening to his gun shots and violin playing.
I really have no idea how a man who plays such wonderful music could be so infuriating!
Author's Note: The Sherlock Holmes I have depicted is a mixture of two "Holmeses'" portrayed by Actors Jeremy Brett and Robert Downey Jr. Both excellent portrayers of "The Great Detective". Dr. Watson is also portrayed by a mixture of the two Actors Jude Law and both do "The Good Doctor" admirably in my opinion. Don't either actors or characters, so no lawsuits please.
