Chapter one:

Sarah stood awkwardly outside of 221b Baker Street. She had seen an ad in the papers for a flat mate. Sarah was new to London and was staying with her cousin, and let's says she wasn't thrilled. Knock, knock, knock a sweet old lady answered the door "Hello dear, are you hear about the flat?" she asked. Sarah bit her lip "Yes I am."

"Then follow me. What did you say your name was?"

"Sarah"

"That's a lovely name." she gave a sweet smile, and lead Sarah upstairs.

The old woman knocked lightly and a door opened "What now Mrs. Hudson?" a deep voice drawled. Sarah couldn't see the man, he was just a voice hidden behind a door to her. "Sherlock, this young women's here about the flat." The man, Sherlock opened the door the whole way. Sherlock had the most beautiful raven curls that framed his face beautify; he had an amazing high cheekbones, and Cupid's bow lips, lovely pale skin, and these blue-green-gold eyes that you could stare into for years. His beautiful face was formed into a scowl "Who are you?" he asked, he was intimidating. "M-my names S-Sarah Williams" She stammered not making eye contact. He rolled his eyes "Would you like to look at the flat?" Sarah could hear the boredom in his voice. "O-okay…" Sarah blushed furiously.

Sarah followed Sherlock into the flat. Sherlock's flat was a mess; he had papers everywhere, there was a smiley face spray painted on the wall with tiny little holes in it, there was two arm chairs in front of the fireplace, and on the mantel was a skull. What was a skull doing in a place of living? Sherlock sat in a leather arm chair his hands stippled under his chin. Sarah moved to sit in the chair across from him but stopped he was giving her a death glare. Instead of sitting Sarah stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. "Don't like staying with your cousin?"

She jumped "N-no"

"Stop stuttering!" Sherlock snapped. He knew exactly why she stuttered and he understood but it was still annoying.

"Sorry" she said quickly and quietly.

Sherlock sighed "The room's just past the kitchen first door to your right. "

Sarah went to check out the room. The room had white walls, a dresser, book shelf, and queen sized bed with a bed side table on each side, and over the bed was a large window. The entire room had absolutely no personality, and was covered in dust; but that was only temporary. "You can have the room if you want." Sherlock said from the door, making Sarah jump. She hadn't heard him come in. "I'd like that very much, thank you." She muttered turning round to face him.

"You can move in today if you like."

"Okay"

"Sarah, do you need someone to bring you to your cousin's?"

"Why would I need that?"

"In case your cousin's been drinking."

"I don't know what you're talking about." She said fast, pushing past him. She stood in the stairwell "I'll see you later today!" she called back to him.

Jeremy had been drinking. Sarah entered the apartment quietly "Sarah?" he called in a seductive voice "Oh, Sarah!" she could hear the slur of his drunken speech. She swallowed a lump in her throat "Yes Jeremy?" he walked out of the living room, he stood excruciatingly close to her, and he reached up and played with one of her dark brown wavy locks "You look purdy today Sarah" he out his arm around her waist. She pulled away from him "I'm leaving Jeremy." He grabbed her wrist cutting off the circulation to her hand. "You're not leaving." He sneered, pulling her even closer. "Y-yes I am!" he raised his hand and struck her across the face. Tears swam in her eyes "LET GO OF ME!" she yelled. Sarah pulled together all her strength and wrenched herself from his grasp. She ran from the apartment. Maybe she would need Sherlock's assistance.