Bored thought I'd try out some Sherlock fan-fiction let me know what you think ideas hopes. Umm.. It's cool I can update this a lot because I'm on vacation.
Please enjoy I know I'm not Moffat but I like Playing with Character. Speaking of which I don't own Any of these Characters BBC Does so enjoy and maybe comment and vote
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When I was a little girl I lived in a small flat in England.
Spent recess in a study. I was odd in very many glasses too large for my small face.
My hair pulled back... But I Always longed for acceptance. There were very little people who wanted to play with me. In games I was excluded ,especially physical activities. I had the perfect life Child genius,perfect parents , there were two children at my school who I considered friend,one considerably older,but watched over me,and another about my age who saw past Father was a copper worked perpetually dusk to dawn. My Mum was a florist. I always took I test in my Dads Cases I would sneak in look at the pictures and solve them ,leaving nothing but a note as to how I solved hobby for an 10 year day perfection rotted away... A shattered memory,A faded painting , a wrong note in a beautiful symphony. One day one of the men my father put away came back. I was at school while a barrel was at the back of the heads of the two people I can say I ever loved.I came home to walls splattered with Crimson,that looked like someone threw dark red I saw my Mum and Dad on the floor.I reached into my pocket grabbing onto miscellaneous items feeling my way to a pen and notepad.I solved the case as I would've for my Father. Then I left a note in red pen ,Took all the money I could and ran to America. I should've left a letter for my friends but there wasn't ever slaughtered my parents was after me next. I had to disappear so I boarded the nearest flight to America,with the suitcases I had always had ready for a time like Parents Next of kin lived in America ,California to be precise ,and I like precision. The last of my namesake,the last of my family, by blood anyway.
Not that I have friends Emily was in her 20's ,I stayed with her until I got on my feet. Her mom (my only aunt died In a car 's father died of Cancer a year back.)
That was me. Child genius running,from her parents killers.I knew who killed them ,but I also know he wouldn't stop until I was dead. So I had to run... I used my intelligence and my skills of deduction to vanish. Remove every trace of evidence wiped my shoes and covered them in plastic wiped my finger prints ,covered my finger prints with gloves, went over anything that said I lived there and removed it. Except the photographs. I didn't want anyone to forget I existed once,however I took one, my favorite. Wiped the dust off on everything and ran.I didn't stop at any stores on the way to the airport.I walked in the alleyways were I knew there was no Cameras. Put my hair in a ponytail tucked it in my hat. Removed every Trace of were I went. Created a false identity by hacking into government servers,threw out the phone I used,smashed it and burned the tracker. I changed my name and Fled to America with a backstory that I was an orphan who was recently to be taken in by her Aunt in America. I had a hat scarf and sunglasses on so nobody would recognize me. When I arrived in California Emily was waiting at the gate.
"Ahhh... Adrain kiddo I am so sorry about your Parents." She looked at me sympathetically. Tears streaming down my face dripping onto her beautiful suede jacket.
In an attempt to make me smile she told me something I would never forget.
"You're a little Smarty aren't you? ...London's biggest Mystery,Everyone's looking for you. Don't worry I didn't tell them when they called me. But I know you changed your name when you came to America so what do I call you... I know I can't call you Adrian Danvers anymore." She laughed he light blonde hair draped down her shoulders like a soft pillow. Her calming blue cornea was filled with light blue streaks that swirled like crystals in concern seeped through her stone cold Façade.
"Violet,Violet Lockwood..." I smiled
"Well Violet Lockwood, Houdini's apprentice ,the girl who disappeared." She laughed
And imitating my British accent "Well miss Lockwood we are going to have to loose the accent.
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20 years later.
There were headlines about me everyday.
Modern Day Nancy Drew?
Detective Lockwood worlds best?
Detective Lockwood real life Jessica Jones.
Super Sleuth at it again.
I had gotten used to America lost the accent... Was engaged to an amazing man. Named Chase Emily was doing well.
"Hey Vi I have work see you later." He kissed me on the check on his way worked for the F.B.I . So he had to keep his work secret. However I always knew by my deductions. He had been back and forth to Britain for a while he was after some big shot crime lord or something.
"Be careful ok , don't do anything rash ok?" I asked giving him one last hug
"Love you." I smiled
" Love you too." He replied
I finally had a normal life again that is until one day.
Until one day I was at work. I worked for A prominent government agency. Only a few people knew my real phone number.
I picked up the phone on the other end was a British man with an accent that could pass as American if bits of British didn't leak through on the vowels.
"Hello Miss Lockwood,You don't know me ,but I know you. I have a little friend and he is so very much like you. Mm mm...but you wouldn't know that would you. Oh don't read the Sunday paper or watch the news program ,but you love Telly don't you?" The man asked
"Who are you? telling by you're voice your male mid twenty seconds early thirties from background noise I can tell your in a park, your a little cocky but with a high I.Q. I would say your smartness could rival my own but I wouldn't be dumb enough to call someone and give away I'm In a park in London next to a train station , so Quincy state Park. Your voice and demeanor suggests your a Physcopathic disorder and the fact you called about someone in an angry tone of voice suggests vendetta. Hmm. Physco with a Vendetta against his enemy. Probably calling to enlist my help,but your on a burner phone which makes me guess your either a criminal or running so I nah not interested in helping thanks for your offer though." I smiled.
"My names Jim. Don't worry if you comply I can be a friend."he sounded to pleased with himself.
"Umm. Nope I'm still saying no not going to change my answer.
"Hmm... The American Holmes...funny you're supposed to be smart, ugh this is so very boring well you forgot to deduce this wasn't an offer. What's your Lovers name Chase is it?" You could hear his sick grimace through the phone.
"How about your cousin Emily , oh there really concerned about you right now. Tsk tsk ,
You should really check the text you sent. Hi Chase and Emily my closest friend and my Soon to be husband. I am so going to miss has me... Holding me at 437 empire street. I know because of the smell of the house the amount of dust the roads we went down and the size of the building. Help me." He smiled.
"I'm still not helping you I can save them there's time isn't there? On your little ..." I hung up the phone and called the F.B.I told them exactly what I knew.
After that I smashed the phone and burned the hardrive.
They took me into there custody. I-I tried to help prevent it. In the next four seconds my fairytale ended.
Boom!
The Earth under my feet trembled the earth rumbled and in the distance was a cloud of orange red and yellow smoke. The smoke reached from there to were we are the smoke covered of lungs like a casing. Coughing for a glimpse of the second time in my entire life ,I cried I lost everyone now. The only two people I really talked to ,dead.
I fell to the ground . My heart beating fast like butterfly wings when they were going fast. My hands against my head. I fiddled with my ring ,but I knew there was no surviving ...is going to pay.
One of Chase's friends Jake said his brown eyes stared at me with sympathy. "take your money and get as far away from here as you can." He gave me one final hug.
With that I disappeared again. Caught a plane to Britain my old home. The fight was a few hours to London where I grew up. I walked there was one apartment open on Ashton street 34 Aston street. I paid my landlord in full. I unpack my suitcase of emergency clothing. And fell asleep on the air mattress I recently purchased.
Sobbing silently because I had lost everything.
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3rd person Pov
The blonde man went to get a coffee the cold nipped at his pale skin.
He passed a newspaper stand and saw one that peeked his interest
There was one newspaper with the caption.
Violet Lockwood returns home to Britain?
How will modern day Nancy Drew fair against Holmes.
"Bloody hell there's two of them now." He sighed a deep breath
" Moved to 34 Ashton street." He bought his coffee one for him and one for a friend whispering under his wispy breath
34 Ashton street.
34 Ashton steet.
He had to meet her.
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I hope you like it her and Sherlock will meet next chapter , can he accept an American as smart as him or will he have trouble?
What do you think?