A/N : So here's the first chapter :) Took me a couple of hours to type it out even though its pretty short. Basically written a bit like a novel, so it may be a little slow paced. If you're in for a quick fix, I wouldn't recommend reading this.
Our story begins a little before season three, but catches up by the end of this..prologue(? I guess we could call it that) This one is pretty short, but I had to start somewhere, so here goes nothing.
Any reviews, follows, favs, whatever, even flames would be appreciated, and I should probably have the next chapter up in a day or so ^-^
"You know, I never imagined I'd be seeing you here again, in London; it never really seemed like your kind of a city", the man said, looking at the woman sitting in front of him. She laughed, sipping her coffee, "I'm only here for college John, and I'll probably be leaving once I have my degree anyways. This isn't permanent."
He looked at her curiously, "That's only about four years though. Why not stay here and get a job? She looked amused," Because all the tea they drink here upsets me." John laughed at that, "No, but seriously, why not stay here permanently?" "Well, besides the tea," she paused for a second," one of the problems may be that it's just too difficult to find a decently priced house in a good location."
He looked at her critically before making his decision. She would do. "Well, if it's a place to stay that you want, I know a few people here and there."
John had introduced her to an elderly woman – Mrs Hudson. She was in her late fifties or early sixties, and had a flat to rent out. The location was great – central London, affording her the connectivity she needed to live her college life. It wasn't too quiet a place, but it was cosy so she could study there. At the end of the week, Cecelia had moved in.
The flat had already been furnished; a couple of couches, a lot of books, two beds and other things, and to top it off, a skull. She had liked the place; it was dusty, but homely, and the landlady was a dear. Mrs Hudson had been shocked to see John; she had pulled him to a corner for a conversation. Cecelia had given them their space, but the flat was small, and she couldn't help but hear bits and pieces of their exchange. It had been hilarious to a certain extent, with John proclaiming his heterosexuality, but there had been a slightly grim undertone- something about another man, but she couldn't hear all of it.
All of that, however, had happened over a month ago and by now she had settled in quite nicely. She had had to clean up quite a bit when she had moved in, but was ready to call the place home now. She sighed, it was almost one-thirty in the morning now, and she had to wake up early for college. She looked down at her textbook – trying to become a criminal lawyer was difficult, almost painful because of the amount one has to read, but she had decided she would become one, so she would. She had to.
Cecelia was already in bed when she heard the door to the flat open. That's funny, I can swear I locked the door. She got up quietly, but quickly, textbook in hand. Most of her textbooks were hefty enough to be used as weaponry. The flat was dark, but some light streamed through the curtains on the window.
She could see the faint outline of a man, looking out the window at Baker Street. She crept up behind him, ready to swing her book at his head, when he spoke. "You know, a book isn't the best choice when it comes to weapons." His voice was cold, factual, irritating. "Who are you and what are you doing in my house." She didn't question him, she simply demanded an answer. "You mean flat." His voice was light, almost conversational now, but retained a certain amount of ice. "Who are you?"
The man turned around quickly and she almost hit him. He wore a long coat which lent him an air of…mystery. He smiled wanly. "I, Miss Gelson, am the previous tenant of 221B Baker Street, and my name is Sherlock Holmes."
Well, yes a bit of a cliffhanger, and a rather obvious address, but oh well. There's a lot more bound to happen, and a few plot twists of course, so if this seems a little slow, please bear with me :D
~Lils