A/N; This is a rewrite of my Story 'On Calm Black Waters' which I have since deleted.
For most of Ophelia Francis' life, she never had the luxury's fellow children had; she was the quiet orphan girl in the back with a strange name and holes in her shoes.
However now at twenty six she had a good paying job, her own cat and in this very moment she carried the key to her new home.
Just two weeks ago she had left her mothers home in Sussex to view a shared flat on baker street in London; Mrs Hudson the landlady said that even with it just being a bedroom and bathroom the flat would suit Ophelia and her cat Hamlet perfectly...Yes he was really called that; a gift from her mother for her birthday and her mother who obviously had a strange sense of humour loved the name and Ophelia didn't have the heart to change it.
Juggling the cat carrier, suitcase and her keys she tried unlocking the but before the key could meet the lock the black door swung open to reveal a tall handsome man with curled black hair, piercing eyes and a scowl etched on his handsome mouth; Ophelia very nearly dropped Hamlet and her suitcase as she finally recognised the stranger, standing beside her was the recently revived detective; Sherlock Holmes.
Sherlock looked down and raised a brow at the startled redhead before him; he looked over from her long hair piled on top of her head, jaw slacked and wide green eyes to her small purple clad feet...hmm she must a fan he thought defiantly not a client, but surely if she was a fan she would know he lived at this address and wouldn't be so surprised to see him. He watched as she moved aside a blush spreading across her delicate freckled skin; late twenties, lives alone, cleverer than average, a dancer, most likely ballet from her build...The new tenant moving into Johns old room! He though Mrs Hudson was prattling on about something this morning. He was moved from his thoughts by the woman placing her things on the doorstep.
"You're the new tenant; finally something is happening around here it was getting rather dull." he drawled, then extended a gloved hand toward her.
"Sherlock Holmes." Ophelia smiled and softly took his much larger hand in hers.
"Ophelia Francis, I must say its a pleasure to meet you Mr Holmes." Sherlock nodded dropped her hand and bounded out to stop a cab just as he opened the cabs doors he turned back to Ophelia flashing a small grin and winked.
"Welcome to London Miss Francis." and just like that he was gone and speeding down Baker Street.
Ophelia grinned, looked up toward her new home and lifted her things through the doorway.
"Welcome to London indeed." she chuckled softly to herself.