My second or third attempt at writing a Sherlock fanfiction but my first ever story that I have put on here. It is very short, sorry about that. I hope Sherlock doesn't seem too OOC. It was self edited so I hope grammar and everything it okay. Please review, it will help me with the later chapters. Follow if you want to see more. Am I being too presumptuous? Next chapter will be longer...promise!
A man knocked on a door in a very normal street in a very normal part of London. Except this apartment in London wasn't normal. It is the home of the one and only, brilliant Consulting Detective Sherlock Holmes. Well, it used to be. Now his best friend and blogger, John Watson, has been left all alone to deal with Sherlock's 'fall'. The man who had knocked at the door waited a couple minutes, his cape like coat billowing around him, till he decided that no one was home. He took a key from his pocket, remembering things he had been trying to delete. Just as he turned the key in the lock a sweet looking old lady opened the door. It was Mrs Hudson; Sherlock and John's landlady and 'not their housekeeper' as she used to remind them both.
"Sorry, that it took me so long. It's my hip you see-" Mrs Hudson said as she pulled the door open and finally looked at the man standing in front of her. She took in the mass of dark brown curls at the top of his head, the scarf hanging from his lanky neck, the coat billowing around him and the semi formal clothes he wore under it until she finally looked into his eyes. His piercing ice blue eyes, the ones she could never mistake for anyone else.
"Sherlo-" she choked out but was interrupted by the man hugging her.
"Mrs Hudson!" Sherlock said as he held the old woman tight.
"You nearly killed John, you know!" Mrs Hudson scolded as they let go of each other, her scold was ineffective as she smiled at the man who had been 'dead' for a year now.
"It nearly killed me, technically it did kill me. I had no other choice Mrs Hudson!" Sherlock said, trying to justify his act of falling off a building. "Alright, deary. John will be home soon. Don't scare him too much. He's pretty unstable at the moment," Mrs Hudson chided a she moved aside so that Sherlock could enter the house.
"Can you help me make sure there isn't anything too hard that he can throw at me, Mrs Hudson?" Sherlock chuckled as they walked up to his old kitchen still full of his things that John hadn't brought himself to throw out.
