Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock or any of its characters. They belong to BBC/ whoever else owns the I also do not own the idea I got from the show Merlin. I only own Krista, the cases (I make them up, if there's something like it out there I'm not copying I swear.)and other OCs.
Summary: Krista Gordon is moving into 221C Baker Street. At first she seems to be a normal 19 year old on her own, first time in London. But she's far from normal. She's like Sherlock with a little twist. What happens when they have to work together? Sherlock/OC VERY Slight John/OC and maybe Slight Jim.M/OC when and if he gets in here. Takes place after Season 1 Ep 3. Rated M for later things.
Each case will have parts to it.
Note: Recently updated. (Doing this to ..all chapters, just rereading them and editing again after so long.)
CASE #1: DOUBLE TROUBLE -PART ONE
I knocked on the door of 221 Baker Street, a few minutes later an older woman opened the door.
"Hello, I'm here about the flat for rent." I said with a small smile. The woman smiled back.
"Oh yes, you must be Miss. Gordon. I'm Mrs. Hudson, I own the building."
"Please, just Krista is fine."
"Such a pretty name for a pretty young girl." She said nodding before looking behind me. "Oh, do you need some help with those boxes?" She gestured to the boxes stacked behind me. There were bigger ones that had furniture I had ordered and never opened, and smaller ones with my personal things. The moving truck had just pulled away after unpacking. Rude, I know.
"No thanks, I'm sure I can manage." I said shaking my head and walking over to pick up one of the small boxes.
"Oh nonsense, I'll have the boys help you out." She said walking inside and over to the staircase.
"The boys?"
"Yes, the two boys in 221B. Nice gentlemen."
"Oh that's nice." Mrs. Hudson smiled before turning around and calling up the stairs.
"Sherlock, John! Could you come here?"
"Just a second, Mrs. Hudson!" I hear someone call back. A second later two men came down the stairs. One was six feet tall and the other six inches shorter. The taller man had dark curly hair while the shorted man had lighter hair neatly cut.
"Boys this is Krista Gordon she's going to be living in 221C, downstairs. Krista this is Sherlock Holmes," She gestured to the taller man first. "and Doctor John Watson. Like I said they live together upstairs." John smiled and held out his hand while Sherlock nodded in greeting.
"Nice to meet you." I took his hand and we shook.
"You too." I smiled. I looked at Sherlock, who gave me a once over.
"Young, early twenties at least. Natural blond hair, blue eyes. Hands not calloused, nails neatly painted black, no chips; you don't have a hands-on job. Skin very light; you don't go out into the sun much. No pets, obviously. Slight dark circles under your eyes, suggests you have a hard time sleeping; possible insomnia. I can see part of a tattoo behind your left ear, lip rings and nasal piercing; possibly was a rebellious teenager. Not from London, or England for that matter; passport sticking out of your bag. You're American, and recently moved to London; your watch is set five hours back. East coast of America. You have a slight English accent so you must have been planning to come here for a while, since you were a kid. You don't have a New York or Massachusetts accent. You're dressed for cold weather, you've never been to London before and since it's during the summer you may not have known how hot or cold it gets. You're not from Florida, Georgia, or either Carolina. Up higher… New England… Connecticut."
"Must, you do that to everyone?" John says giving Sherlock an annoyed look.
"I'm merely observing, did I get anything wrong?" He said turning to me. I thought a moment.
"Nope. Only that I'm 19. Turning 20 in a few months."
"19, early 20s same thing." I smirked at him. John sighed and looked to me.
"Oh and before you ask, no, me and Sherlock are not a couple." I smiled. I gave him a once over and asked,
"So, Iraq or Afghanistan?" The three stared at me as though I'd grown an extra head. "What?"
"How did you know?" Sherlock speaks up. I smirk at him.
"Simple, his haircut, the way you hold yourself, says military. Your face is slightly tanned, but no tan above the wrists — you've been abroad but not sunbathing. There's a walking stick right over there, you look fine and Mrs. Hudson doesn't seem like she needs it. I noticed a slight limp although it's been going away, hence why you don't use the walking stick, so it's at least partly psychosomatic. That says the original circumstances of the injury were probably traumatic — wounded in action, then. Wounded in action, suntan — Afghanistan or Iraq?"
"Oh god, not another Sherlock." John put his hand to his face.
"Ignore him," I looked up at Sherlock. "It'll be nice to have someone who thinks like me around for once."
"uh-huh." Sherlock turned to Mrs. Hudson.
"Mrs. Hudson, was there another reason you called us down other than to meet Krista?"
"Sherlock," John nudged him. "I know it's hard but try not to be rude for once." Sherlock gave him a look.
"Yes, Krista has some boxes outside that I would like you boys to bring down to her flat." John smiled and nods.
"Of course, happy to help." He said before walking past me and picking up a box. Sherlock on the other hand just looked at the boxes. "Sherlock." He sighed and went to get a box.
"I'll go make us all some tea. I already unlocked the flat for you. Here's the key." Mrs. Hudson handed me the key before going off to her own flat. I walked inside and went over to the door of my new flat. I balanced the box I was holding on my hip while I opened the door with one hand. It's not that I couldn't get the boxes all by myself, I wouldn't call myself weak, I do have some muscle on my 5'8" self. I went down into the flat and Sherlock and John came in behind me, each carrying boxes, into the living room. Sherlock put the box he was carrying down as close to the door as possible while John put it out of the way in a corner to fit more in.
"Sherlock, move that over here. We'll run out of room if you're too lazy to put them here." John scolded.
"Actually Sherlock, if you wouldn't mind, could you open and unpack the bigger boxes?" I asked.
"If I must, but I'm not going to help you put them together." John looked at him.
"Put what together?" He asked.
"The furniture. The bigger, more rectangular, boxes have parts of furniture in them; hence why they're heavy. The other smaller, more cube shaped, boxes are filled with person possessions such as clothing, shoes, books, etc. Plus the bigger boxes were never opened, indicating you recently purchased them for your new home. The smaller boxes- "
"Sherlock, we get it. Just unpack the bloody boxes." John said rolling his eyes and walking back upstairs. Sherlock pouted slightly, not being able to show off as much as he'd liked.
"I can see you're going to be pleasant to live with." I smiled. He glances in my direction before turning to the box John had brought in. I ran upstairs and outside to get more boxes.
By the time John and I had finished bringing in all of the boxes Sherlock had only opened about three. So our next task was to open the rest. I had put all of the smaller boxes in my new bedroom to get them out of the way.
"I'll help you put these together if you'd like." John offered with a smile.
"Oh no, you don't have to; you've already helped me bring them all in." I said waving my hand in a dismissive manner.
"It's no trouble really."
"That's sweet of you but-"
"Tea's ready!" Mrs. Hudson called down to us.
"Coming, Mrs. Hudson!" John shrugged and we all went up to Sherlock's flat for tea.
"So, dear, tell us about yourself."
"I did downstairs weren't any of you listening?" Sherlock said slightly annoyed.
"Sherlock, she hasn't told us anything." John said. Sherlock pouted and sipped his tea.
"Okay well, what I said before, Sherlock got mostly everything right." Sherlock rolls his eyes. "Ever since I was, well, a younger teenager I've always wanted to come and live in London. Get out of boring Connecticut. Parents still live there, got a brother and sister in Florida and one moved from Connecticut to California. I've been self-teaching myself Japanese for a while now, not getting very far." I laughed a bit.
"What about your job, what do you do?"
"Oh well I just got a new job here. I'll tell you about that later." Suddenly Sherlock's phone went off. He took a look at it and stood up.
"John, we got a case, let's go." He said answering the phone. "Lestrade." He said into the phone.
"A case? You a detective?" He smirked proudly, putting on his long coat.
"Consulting Detective, the only one in the whole world." I smirked back.
"Impressive. I'll leave you to it. If you need me, Mrs. Hudson, I'll be putting my furniture together for a bit."
"Sorry I couldn't help-"
"Come on John, let's go." John sighed.
"Sorry, I'll help when we come back." I smiled.
"It's fine, see ya later." He nodded and the two left. I went down to my flat and started opening the boxes. "Time to get to work." I smirk to myself as time slowed down and my eyes flashed gold. I smirked as I saw the second hand on my watch stop. I rolled up my sleeves and got to work.
Gotten end it here as a cliff hanger type sorta. Each CASE will be 2+ chapters. This is TECHNACLY not a Merlin cross over but Krista is like him(with the flashy eyes).
Review please~
(1) Doing this based off my current appearance, I was a brunette now I'm blond.
(2) Yes that is what Sherlock said ALMOST word for word, I do NOT take credit for that.
(3) Not really sure the layout of the building never really paid that much attention when they do go into the uninhabited flat to get the boy's shoes, so if there is not a basement like flat…now there is.
(4) I'm from CT don't get offended, my town IS boring.
(5) Personally not true, I'm not telling MY life story here.