Title: Little Helping Hand
Rating: M
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Spoilers: Series 1
Warnings: Slash
Summary: Can having a female around and a little push in the right direction help Sherlock and John realise their true feels or tear them apart MxM
A/N: This is my first Sherlock story and my first fanfiction in a while so I might be a bit rusty so please bear with me…
Chapter 1 - Strange Meeting
I don't know why I agreed to this, why did I agree to move to London…I didn't know moving to London would be like this, I thought my life normal, dull and boring but boy was I wrong!
I looked at the door straight in front of me, reading the number attached to the door "221B" a number that I has seen before many years ago, one that I thought I would never see again!
Grabbing my suitcase I walked up to the door, as I reach for the door knocker said door was thrown open, before I could understand or react to what was going on, I found myself laying on the floor flat on my back with someone laying on top of me!
"Sherlock" I heard a voice -male- from above me say "Are you alright?"
I heard a mumbled reply of "I'm fine" suddenly the man's head shot up, looking around to see if anyway had seen., I continued to stare at him, as he looked around the street, he head was covered in black curly hair and his eyes were a pale blue, an icy blue.
Obviously sensing my stare his head turned to stare straight at me, I cant help but gasp "god those eyes"
Suddenly a new voice could my attention "What's going on…Adelaide!"
"You know her Mrs Hudson?" that male voice again.
I tried to move from under the man called Sherlock, but instead he pushed me back against the pavement "Of course Mrs Hudson knows her John" in an that should be obvious tune " she wouldn't be here with a suitcase if she didn't" a smirk appeared on his face "as she does recognise you or I John its safe to say that she is here to see Mrs Hudson and stay for a while!"
All I could do was stare at him as he continued "by the size of her suitcase, she didn't have time or packed quick, trying to get away from someone quickly….there are streaks down her cheeks from where she has been crying recently, also she has a faint mark on her left cheek where she has been slapped" I froze as he moved a gloved hand to trace the mark on cheek "you have run away from a lover!"
It wasn't a question more like a statement, a statement that was true and he had work this out with me even saying a word.
'I bet your throat is very sore from the shouting too…." I flinched how could he know!
It was true I had run, run faster then I had in my life….to a place that fed like home…
With one final smirk and a wink, Sherlock jumped to his feet running to the road calling over this shoulder to John and then raising a hand shouting for a cab.
I sat up looking at the one named John, he was wearing a pair of jeans and a cream jumper, he looked down at me and smiled "nice to meet you!" following Sherlock to the cab, opening the and getting beside him, but not before shouting "welcome to London" over his shoulder.
I watched the cab drive in the distance and turned the corner before turning to Mrs Hudson as she took hold of my suitcase "lets get you inside dear!" with that she talked inside.
I turned my head back to the street where the black cab had turned the corner.
Yes welcome to London indeed.
Well there's the first chapter done
I'm not sure that i got quite Sherlock in character, but its a start...