Sherlock AU- You (Anon) are going with Sherlock and John on an adventure (maybe)

Part 1

I turn the handles in the shower off and grab my towel, shaking my head then wrapping it around me. As I step onto the bath mat, I look in the mirror and frown. I am so not ready to go to school today. I would much rather take a vacation, preferably with lots of books, drinks, and Netflix, I think.

A few minutes later, after running my fingers through my hair and sighing into the mirror, deciding that I would do nothing further to fix my appearance, I hear a knock on the door. I assume it is my father so I say 'Just a second!', tighten my towel around myself and open the door to a eyeful of wool coat and blue scarf. I look up to a straight, pale face man whose head is haloed by curly mop. He opens his mouth and says quickly, 'Yes, I am Sherlock Holmes, and I am here to take you to London. Urgent matters.'

I do nothing but stand, staring agape at this tall man. This tall, fictional, man. His brow creases slightly, then he turns to the right and gestures to a much shorter, stouter man.

'And this is my… acquaintance, John Watson.'

A shorter, stouter, just as fictional, man.

I turn back and stand, shocked, not comprehending until I notice a slight blush forming across his face. I look down and see that I am, in fact, in a towel. My eyes widen and I jump back, slam the door and slouch with my back pressed against it, a million thoughts running through my head, or I think through my head until I hear,

'I can answer questions, my dear, but not at that speed.'

I clamp a hand over my mouth, turning slowly and open the door once more, peeking my head around to see these two men, still standing there and staring at me. I make a small noise and slam the door shut. For some reason foreign to me, I say,

'I need to get dressed before I can go anywhere.' It is silent, then,

'Um, well yes, we can, um, wait for you out… here?' I slowly turn to the mirror and stare at my flushed figure. I blink rapidly and try to comprehend what is happening, slowing down my thoughts. First things first. There are two fictional characters in my house. Second things first. I have no clothes on. Third things first… I have to get to my bedroom to get to my clothes. Shit.

I close my eyes and mentally pump myself up for this task. All I need to do is open the door, calmly tell them that my clothes are in my room, and get dressed. So, I open the door, make a weird high pitched noise and run to my room a few feet away, slamming the door behind me.