Lyra Carter and Olivia Dougan are sent to London to end the rein of a past enemy when they run into a notorious consulting detective and his short companion. SH/OC, JW/OC
AN: This story is a collaboration between myself and DezziRay44. Lyra's point of veiw is all written by her, and Olivia's point of view is written by myself. This story contains two OC's. Lyra Carter, and Olivia Dougan. All and any feed back would be much appreciated. Hope you enjoy. This chapter is in Olivia's point of view.
Disclaimer: In no way shape of form do i own Sherlock or any of the character associated with it. DezziRay44 and myself own Lyra and Olivia.
Ch. 1
Wake up call
*BEEP BEEP BEEP*
Please! Make it stop, im not ready! I rolled over onto my side on my queen sized bed and drag my pillow over my head trying to suppress the blaring noise attacking my eardrums. It has to be crime for a human being to have to get up this early in the morning. And it was the morning. Really, really early in the morning. 4:30am to me exact. Normally this was the time I would be heading off to bed after attacking my keyboard for hours trying to finish a chapter deadline for my latest book. Well, not today. Today I was being dragged over sea's to London at an ungodly hour.
Damn Lyra. If she would just sleep like any other human being, I might not be being forced out of bed right now. We could have caught a later flight, but nooo, 'it will waste too much time'.
*BEEP BEEP BEEP*
FINE! I stretch out my arm across my bed trying to find my nightstand. After I missed a few times, I slam my hand on top of my devil alarm clock while my face is still buried into my pillow trying to memorize the soft fabric against my face. I reluctantly push myself up into a sitting position and attempt to rub the sleep out of my eyes.
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
God, is it impossible for me to get at least one minute of peace! I give out an exasperated sigh before hopping out of bed and walking through the living room to the front door. I don't even have to look through the peep hole. There is only one annoying person who would disturb the peace at this time. I open the door to a lively, fully dresses and ready Lyra. Her long dark brown hair is falling over her shoulder's that adores her notorious black leather jacket with her dark grey skinny jean pants. As soon as I open the door enough for her to squeeze through she stalks into my apartment.
"…well come on in I guess…" I say rolling my eyes and close the door again.
"You look awful." Lyra says with her British accent flipping herself around to face me, giving me a quick up and down look with her usual blank face.
"Gee, thanks. I did only just wake up a few minutes ag-"
"Get into the shower quickly, you have thirty minutes before I leave with or without you." She says before barging into my room and leaving my standing irritated by myself in my living room.
"Why thirty minutes, we don't have to be at the airport for another hour?" I say slowly making my way to my room, dragging my feet as I go.
"Because I want to stop for dohnuts." She says while attacking my closet and plopping clothes she finds suitable for me to wear on my bed.
"Dohnuts…? But you never eat, and now you want to stop for dohnuts?" I say raising an eyebrow at her.
"Yes, well today is just a day for dohnuts…" she says looking at me again with her greens eyes behind her black framed glasses.
"Uh-huh, sure…" I say.
I glance at her one last time before going into the bathroom for my shower. I strip off my clothes and turn on the water before stepping in. The water feels good on my skin and eases all of my muscles. I take my sponge and start to clean my body with my sweet pea scented soap. As I run it across my abdomen my finger brushes against the scar that is adorned there. I pause and place my hand gently over it. This scar was a little parting gift given to me by Lyra's biggest fan. My mind starts to drift back to that night. The night where the trail ran cold. The night where I had saved my best friend and had been shot in the process.
A knock on the bathroom door pulls me out of my thoughts.
"You have twenty minutes until I walk out of this building!" Lyra yells through the door. So impatient.
"I'll be right out!" I yell back, quickly washing my hair and hopping out.
I dry my hair as quickly as possible. It has gotten longer then I have ever had it. I nearly fell past my breasts in long blonde waves. After I was done with my hair, I wrap a towl around my body and open the door. Before I really see it, a shirt and pair of pants are thrown at my face.
"Quickly, get dressed!" Lyra says, looking more and more anxious as the seconds go by. I look down at the clothes she threw at me and give them an apprehensive look.
"Ummm, I think I will just wear one of my dresses." I say walking over to my closet and grab a cream colored lace dress.
"You're going to wear a dress on the airplane?" Lyra asks in a condescending tone.
" Yes, I can't pull on a rag and make it look couture like someone I know." I say incredulously. "I don't have the ability to look good in anything. Some effort is required on my part." I say while dressing myself.
"Why would you need to "look good" as you put it." Lyra said while making air quotes.
" Maybe I just want to feel pretty." I say nonchalantly. Lyra gives me her 'your and idiot' look then starts walking towards the door.
"Times up!" she calls already opening the front door.
"Lyra, wait!" I say hobbling over to her while I put on my cream colored 4" heels. " Where is my suit case?"
"Already in the taxi that's waiting outside. Oh, and I have your keys." She said pacing down the hallway of the apartment complex. I look into my apartment one last time. Who knows when I will be coming back. That is if I even survive the trip.
God help us..