Right-o, first proper fanfiction as well as first Sherlock Holmes story and first work I've ever published if you don't count that random cracky one shot I wrote with my friend for another fandom. GODDAMNIT, I'M SO NERVOUS *has mental breakdown*
I was kinda wanting do a Holmes/OC story and when I noticed that the building had 3 floors it led on from there… Also. Holmes might be slightly OOC. Yeah, sorry about that.
Anyway, just want you to know that I only watched the first movie a couple of weeks ago and AGOS was already out of cinemas when I developed my new obsession :'(
This chapter is dedicated to i-love-u-long-time for promising to read it before it was even published! XD
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything except from Lily Khan! Trust me if I did, there would be a magnificent tea party in every film where Holmes and Jack Sparrow squabble about which is better; rum or tea and cocaine or pros- ahem, 'pleasurable company'*sigh* if only… :3
/LILY POV\\
I stepped out of the hansom cab which I had hailed from Waterloo with my luggage and paid the driver after giving the horse a quick rub on the nose. I was always rather fond of animals; they took me back to my childhood in India under the hot beating sun playing with the dogs and riding on Father's mares everyday…I sighed. India was so different to the cold, dreary England I had seen so far.
Gathering up my sparse belongings, I marched up the stairs to the tall building that was to be my new lodgings, 221B Baker Street, London.
Pulling the doorbell, I waited somewhat nervously until the door was opened by a harried looking elderly woman who had obviously had seen too much stress in her lifetime.
"Hello there dear, who do you want to see?" she asked politely as her strained temper would allow.
"H-hello! I was wondering about the empty room that was advertised is still free?" I said, waving the newspaper I had bought from the station vaguely.
"Of course, of course. Just sit down there, dear and I'll be back in a bit" she said, letting me in before hurrying up the stairs to shout something at someone in one of the rooms.
She returned, looking faintly green which riled me slightly and led me into the parlour where arrangements were made and I was taken to my room which was on the top floor.
"Give me a yell if you want anything!" were Mrs Hudson's parting words and she left me to unpack my things.
There wasn't much practical items like clothes as I'd figured that it would be better to buy them here and travel light. My notebooks and journals were the most precious things in the world to me as well of the pictures of my friends and family. Not that they were any left…but that's a story for another time.
After arranging my things around the flat, it just felt like home again and I smiled happily.
Now, I thought to myself, to meet the neighbours.
/HOLMES POV\\
There was a knock on the door, not Watson's booming one neither Nanny's sharp one. Odd, I don't tend to get clients on a Sunday morning. They were usually out kneeling at churches and having bread and wine or whatever the hell is it they do on this day of 'holiness'. Huh, I made a joke.
"Come in!" I said curiously, wanting to see this mystery person.
A young woman stepped into my room approximately in her late twenties, her button nose immediately crinkling up at the strong thick atmosphere which smelt of rotten eggs
"Good heavens! Are you trying to suffocate yourself, man?" she demanded and without waiting for an answer, she crossed the room, throwing open all the curtains and windows.
I screeched at the sudden amount of light streaming through the windows into the once dark room and seeked solace behind the armchair.
"What do you want, devil-woman?" I yelled miserably from my hiding place.
"What I 'wanted', good sir, was to introduce myself to you as I am now living in the same house as you! But no, a woman cannot even say hello to her neighbour without him trying to kill himself!" she ranted and I continued cowering behind the piece of furniture.
"What on earth is going on?" Watson, my saviour, exclaimed sprinting in.
"Oh Watson, my dear ,dear Watson!" I pitifully cried as I crawled towards him, grabbing his legs and giving him my puppy dog eyes. "This malicious harpy intruded into my privacy and opened the curtains and windows! THE CURTAINS, WATSON!"
"Poppycock! I did not 'intrude' at all! I knocked on the door and you said to come in! Liar!" she retorted, her hands on her hips glaring at me with narrowed emerald gold flecked eyes.
Watson, completely confused why I was going hammer and tongs with a complete stranger, looked back at her, a silent question forming on his lips.
She softened her gaze for Watson and strode up to us, sticking out her hand for him to shake which he duly did [ever the gentleman]. I tried to bat her away from my Boswell but she gave me a death glare again and I started whimpering into Watson's trouser leg.
"I'm Lillian Khan and I've just moved in upstairs. I came to introduce myself to your little child there and you like a good neighbour should when I noticed that the entire room smelt of sulphur and God knows what else so I went to open to open the windows and that's when he started bawling like an overgrown baby!" she huffed.
"I'm dreadfully sorry about him, Miss Khan. He's not that fond of light. I'm Dr John Watson and the 'overgrown baby' is Sherlock Holmes, the world's only consulting detective." he said, ruffling my hair fondly. I then realised that I was looking like a child having a tantrum and straightened up immediately.
"Is he a vampire?" she asked outright, not looking at me at all now which I seemed to prefer to the glaring.
Watson tried to cover up his laughter with coughing, failing miserably. "No, just a genius who likes to sit indoors, I assure you."
"Genius detective, eh? What can you tell about me, O God of All Intelligence?" she challenged me, smirking.
I smiled at her. Oh please, this was my forte!
"Just by your name alone, you are child of a rich Mogul and an English lady of class and lived in India for the entirety of your life so far. Or rather, you were, judging by your red rimmed eyes and your coming to London. You have sold all your property in India you gained in you share of the will so you could live here in peace and comfort. Also that dress looks brand new and you seem awkward wearing it because you're used to being more free. Your stance is of a horse rider, particularly a mare rider. The inkstains on your right hand and small discreet blotches on your sleeve show me you're an avid writer and the calluses on your thumb say that you're that a page flipper as well. Oh and you smell like lilies because you bought some approximately 3 hours ago."
"…This doesn't stop you being a vampire, you know." she snapped back which sent Watson into further peals of laughter.
Oh god, that was fun to write! I'm sorry for writing so much in Holmes POV, it's just so much more fun to say things. I cracked up at my own story which means you will too, right? *pouty lip* Anyway, I hope I did whole deduce-y thingy alright [deduce-y thingy, listen to me ^.^]
Anywho, this was just written after a shot of pure inspiration so I'm not sure I'm going to continue this or not so I really need your feedback.
There's a magical little button down there, my fellow Sherlockians. It is called a review button. Press it and I promise that I shall give out cyber cookies and a cyber snog from RDJ or Jude Law [both if you make it nice! ]
