AN: So I started watching Sherlock over the weekend and have become completely obsessed (dedicated, yes, dedicated is a better word) with it. This popped in my head while I was getting ready for school and I had to get it down. P.S. I have never been in a plane so forgive me if I get things wrong. Anyways, please review, but most importantly, ENJOY!
Michaela stood over the dead body of her mother, lying peacefully in the casket. She wasn't dumb. She knew she would have to now move from her birth home of Vernon, Texas to Britain. She would have to choice one out of the two brothers to live with. Mycroft, the rich, stubborn one. Or Sherlock, the odd, eccentric one. Both of whom had no idea that she even existed
Michaela would rather just stay in Vernon. It would be simpler. She wouldn't have to leave friends behind. But she also knew that she would have no support if she didn't move to Britain. So with a heavy heart, Michaela went home to pack everything she owned.
Michaela clutched the armrest in her hand, trying not to let the anxiety get the best of her. She had never ridden in a plane before, so her nerves were getting to her.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we will be landing in London, England in 30 minutes. Please return to your seats and get ready for landing."
Letting out a sigh of relief, Michaela grabbed her seat belt and hurriedly clicked it into place. She then tried to relax and not look out the window. Jouncing her leg up and down was not helping her anxiety, but with it being a nervous twitch, it couldn't be helped. She almost yelled with joy when the pilot came on telling everyone that they were landing and to fasten their seat belts. After a long exhausting wait to get off the plane and to grab her luggage, Michaela finally made it outside. After hailing many taxis with no luck, Michaela walked a little further down to the less crowded area of the road and yelled again. Finally (after 2 more tries) a taxi pulled over and the cabby jumped out to grab her luggage and open the door for her. With a quick thank ya, Michaela hopped into the back seat.
Michaela spouted out the strange address then leaned back and thought about her mother and what she had gotten her into.
Her mom didn't really like to talk about her life before she arrived to America. She had told Michaela stories, usually when they were lying down to bed, of her two remarkable sons. She never spoke of why she left her family. She just told stories of her past, how Sherlock was able to deduce anything by studying one small thing, how Mycroft would watch over his baby brother (even though it drove Sherlock insane).
Michaela would picture her brothers before falling asleep. How they would meet. What they would say. She had always dreamed of meeting them, but never like this. Not only was she having to deal with the death of her mother, but now she would have to break the news to two people who have never even met her. Michaela didn't know how long she could hold on before she broke down.
"We're here, Miss."
Michaela's head shot up as the cabbie's voice invaded her thoughts. Turning her head to look out the window, Michaela noticed the small shop first before she turned her attention to the black door with the address 221B on the front of it. Sighing, she opened the door and stepped out as the cabbie sat her things in front of her, jumped into the taxi, and drove of.
Michaela picked up her bag and slowly walked to the door. She wasn't ready for this, but if she didn't do it now, she never would. Lifting her hand, Michaela knocked on the door.