A/N: ((I love Pondlock! I really do.

Anyway, I hope you will like this story. Things will pick up very soon. It's set after Reichenbach, just so you know. John isn't in this much at the moment, but don't worry, he will be here soon.

Massive thanks to Muse, Example and Imagine Dragons for keeping me motivated. I seem to write to these guys a lot.

I don't own the characters. I have nothing to do with either show. I'm just a fan)).

Snow fell from the skies above Baker Street. It had been for most of the day, leaving a good few inches blanketed on the ground. It was mid January. The air was cold and crisp, occupied by a thick hazy dog that gave off an almost supernatural atmosphere. It sent shivers down the spine of the auburn-haired woman who stood in the street outside 221b.

Amy Pond waited patiently, her arms wrapped tightly around her torso as she attempted to keep herself warm. Instead of her usual mini skirt number she had opted for jeans. A wise choice. A read woollen hat sat upon her head, a scarf was hung around her neck and she donned a long green boat that matched the colour of her eyes. She had barely worn anything else for the past few days.

"Come on," she muttered under her breath, her eyes fixed on the door in front of her, the one she had knocked on mere seconds ago.

Why was she standing outside 221b Baker Street? It was her new home, hopefully...

Things hadn't been easy lately. Far from the perfect life she had dreamed of once upon a time. Leaving Rory was the hardest decision she had ever had to make, and it had broken her heart, but it was for the best. It was true that she loved him, more than anything, however she could never give him what he wanted - kids - and she knew he'd never be truly happy. She just couldn't bear to put him through that. Of course, he had begged her not to leave, had told her he was happy, that he would be in all the years to come, even without the 'joys' of parenthood. But she could see it in his eyes, the sadness. She knew him too well.

She had left days later. For a while, she had stayed with a friend in Leadworth, yet she couldn't quite cope with the memories the villageheld. Eventually, she left for somewhere new, somewhere she could make a fresh start, and it just so happened that she had found herself in a city she used to dream of living in when she was a wee girl - London.

Not without trying to find the Doctor, though. On her journey she had continuously kept her eyes peeled for any sign of that familiar bluebox and the mad man that came with it. Nothing. She wondered where he was and what he was up to constantly. She wondered if he had travelled to Leadworth lately to see her. She missed him. She needed him.

At least she had had someone to talk to while in London. Molly Hooper, a nice girl who worked in morgue at Bart's hospital. They had met at a cafe a few days ago by coincidence. It wasn't a very exciting encounter. If they hadn't have had to share a table at the crowded cafe they were in they might not have crossed paths; and Amy knew she definitely wouldn't be standing where she was now if it hadn't been for Molly.

When Molly had asked Amy what she had been doing in London, Amy explained that she had decided to move here and had been looking for a place to live.

"Really? I think I might know somewhere you can stay..." Molly had said with a kind smile.

"You do?" Amy was keen. Anything was better that the trashy B & B She had spent the past three nights in.

"I mean, I don't know if the vacancy there is permanent or anything... I heard it is..."

"Where?"

"A friend of mine. Well, I say friend... I know him anyway. He's a bit... But he is alright once you get to him, I think. Last week his friend moved out to live with his fiancée and I heard he's looking for a new flatmate... I can find out for you. I see him most days. Then I'll give you the address."

"Right. Okay."

"And in the meantime, you can stay at mine if you like? You don't have to if you don't want to... But I can always make room... I suppose."

"Thanks. I'd love to."

They had gotten on well. Amy felt slightly bad for leaving Molly on her own that morning but there clearly wasn't enough room in her flat for the three of them; Amy, Molly and Toby cat. The ginger moggy seemed to be the centre of Molly's world and Amy didn't want to come between them. They had swapped numbers, though. Amy never realised just how quick she could make friends. Molly was positively beaming over the fact that she had a new friend who actually seemed interested in her.

Eventually, the door of 221b opened, much to Amy's relief. A small thin woman in a purple dress and a short haircut greeted her with a friendly smile.

"Oh, hello dear, you must be..."

"Hi. Amy..."

"Yes, Amy, that's it."

Amy had met Mrs Hudson before, when she came to discuss the rent amongst other things. She had not seen the flat she'd be staying in, though. It seemed the woman had forgotten her name.

"Come in, my love, you'll catch your death out there."

Pulling her suitcase behind her, Amy stepped inside past Mrs Hudson, who had placed a soft hand upon her back as she entered, guiding her inside. It was much more warmer inside. Amy could feel the colour returning to her cheeks. Glancing around, she noticed how normal everything looked. Far from the normal she was used to. The green wallpaper wasn't exactly something she liked, but she would get used to it.

"This way." Mrs Hudson made her way up the rickety stairs - the stairs Amy had not been led up the last time she came here - and Amy followed, dragging her suitcase behind her. Despite it being a medium sized travel case it was still quite heavy. The stairs creaked with each step, adding to the nerves Amy already felt. She was nervous, with good reason, for she had no idea who her new flatmate was. She had been told about him, that was all. She had no idea whether he would like her, or whether she would like him, but she really hoped they'd got on; otherwise she'd be back to square one.

"Sherlock, you have guest."

Sherlock. A bit of an odd name.