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disclaimers blah blah blah I own Hedwig Black the usual Mumbo jumbo. Oh, Hedwig has nothing to do with hedwig, Harry potter's owl. Hedwig is an actual name of an actual saint and is actually my confirmation name (no hate) :)

The great Sherlock Holmes was bored. Instead of being exiled he was sent back to the flat because of the impending threat of Moriarty. But it's been a week and there was been zero signs of him. Couldn't he humor Sherlock and stop waiting? But alas, that was Moriarty's style.

Sherlock was in fact with John Watson this day, picking out baby clothes. Well, John was looking online for baby clothes while Sherlock explored his mind palace, straightening things out and deleting unnecessary information like how to write an essay. Sherlock was a bit surprised that he still had that.

Mary had went out with her friends today, leaving the boys to their own devices. She hoped that a case would pop up, but as stated before, its been quiet. John had started looking for baby clothes mostly because that was the tab open when he turned on his laptop.

In this state of complete and utter boredom is where Mrs. Hudson found them when she decided to patter up the stairs.

"Yoo-Hoo, Sherlock, we have a visitor coming. Please don't try to scare her off," she said.

"Visitor?" Sherlock said, popping straight up.

"Yes, I had decided to fix up the flat downstairs and a nice young lady is coming to look at it," she said, emphasis on the young lady part.

Sherlock just scoffed. Not worth his time. Probably be just a boring airhead that would leave in a month. Maybe a week if he was lucky.

There was a knock on the door and Mrs. Hudson ran to go get it. Sherlock and Watson heard her voice from upstairs, a mixture of Scottish, British, and American. Soon they came up the stairs and Sherlock could get a look at her.

She was a petite blonde, with sapphire blue eyes. She had a red coat with a hood on that went to her knees and she had a red beret on.

On to deductions.

She was strong and lithe, probably and acrobat in a circus. She looked like she has been mourning, so probably a close friend had died. Hardened look to her, so she probably was an orphan. Obviously been to Scotland recently, probably because of the circus.

So an orphaned acrobat escaping a close friend's death who was from America, but has stayed in Scotland. Couldn't she be a bit more interesting?

"Sherlock, say hello," Mrs. Hudson said, slicing a knife through his thoughts.

"Ah, hello," he said.

"Hello, my name's Hedwig Black. You, um, are Sherlock and John right? I-I mean Mr. Holmes and Mr. Watson? Or is it Holmes now?" Hedwig said, a bit embarrassed. Their presence was intimidating for the 27-year-old.

John put his head in his hands and almost let out a sob of frustration. Even when he was married people still thought they were a couple.

"It's just Watson, thank you," he replied.

"Sorry," she said wincing. She was totally making a fool of herself.

"Why would you think we were married?" Sherlock asked, a bit interested now. She might be less boring then he originally thought.

"Wedding ring, looking for baby clothes. But I guess you're not the marring type. And there were rumors, but I guess they were wrong," she said, bowing her head.

"What other rumors did you hear?" Sherlock asked.

"That you could deduce almost without fault," she said, raising her head to look at him. "So, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, what can you deduce about me?"

He rapidly told her his deductions about her in that bitchy Sherlock way.

Instead of punching him or crying, she giggled. She full out laughed. All of them were surprised at her, totally almost breaking her ribs. Mrs. Hudson shooed Sherlock's legs off the couch and guided the giggling girl to a sitting position.

"Why are you laughing?" John asked.

"Cuz, He ThOughT I wAs an AcrObat," she said, hiccuping. She giggled again.

"Well, what are you then?" Sherlock asked impatient.

"A native Scott who moved to America before high school and came back to London to teach at Oxford University, a girl who got two PhDs at 19, and going to be a part time intern at St. Bart's. I am a gymnast, and I did just lose my mother, but I also have a brother and a father, so no, not an orphan," she said. She crinkled her nose. Ugh, she didn't want to be...rude. She hated being rude. Time to get the hell outa there.

"So!," she said, springing up suddenly," Who wants fish n' chips? Why don't I just get one for all of us. Yep! Fish n' chips. Oh," she was half way to the stairway now, "I will be taking the flat downstairs, Mrs. Hudson! And now I'll just go now, to get food."

She tried to hurry down the stairs without seeming like she was running away. She shot out the door. Hedwig paced around the sidewalk, trying to calm down. Oh, goodness she needed something now. Usually she had Nathan to calm her down, but he was in America. And she really didn't want to start again when she had been so good for ten years. She didn't really need a heroin addiction on top of being a lit professor.

Wait, what was she supposed to get again? Oh, right! Fish n' chips.

"Taxi!" Hedwig yelled, then winced. This was London, not New York. She hopped in the taxi, and told him the address