Hi iv decided to fix this story and make it better. I didn't want the leading lady to come of a little to sue-ie I guess an I fixed that. So here it is a sort of kinda love story with a demonic twist well it's kinda the other way around.

enjoy

For Eliot Rose things were... Well they were shit. Eh hum. Sorry, dismal.

Ellie's life had completely changed and it wasn't the change she had been hoping for. She had been in London for all of three weeks and still hadn't found a, wait what do they call them, flat? Yah that's it. Her funds were running low and she couldn't stay at the Inn forever.

She needed a place to stay and while she was desperate, she was determined to be responsible and figure things out on her own.

That day she was at a coffee shop. A bit of a wreck. Wasting cash on shifty hot chocolate. There with the knowledge that she would be kicked out of the Inn tomorrow if not today. Fan-freakin-tastic.

If she had it in her she would be crying but seeing as she just got off work that wasn't going to happen. She worked security at Bart's thanks to her old friend Molly Hooper. The single person she knew in this city and truth be told her best friend. Sure there was a bit of an age and space gap. Molly was 35 and on the other side of the world and Ellie had just turned 19 but thru the magic of Skype they had been there for each other for years. Molly was a saint too the troubled teen.

Ellie just sat there staring at the gray sky lost in thought before she finally noticed. It was poring. Not again! Fuck. She could be a real scatterbrain at times. Her puffy dress had been de-puffed and her army jacket was drenched and not in the blood of her enemies. Then again the only enemy she had at the time was the dammed sky. She really needed to blow off some steam and take a nap.

Three minutes later she was walking toward the Inn in the poring rain. Hopefully to sleep in her temporary bed in perpetration for her next job. If she was still allowed back at the Inn. She was then brought out of her thoughts by a tug at her ankle boots.

She couldn't help but smirk in amusement. There was a cat walking with her under her umbrella. Smart cat cheeky but smart. It continued to walk with her and even stopped at lights with her. It certainly knew where it was going. She could tell by the air of grace it took with each step. That and the grace it tried to hold when it slipped up. It thought its self the cleverest thing on the street. Then again she could be right about that on any street.

Ellie and her knew companion had come to another stop when her phone went off. It seemed to startle her new friend, and, was that annoyance on the cats face? Ellie placed the phone to her ear "Hello?" She knew who was on the other end but she liked to make sure. Her contacts hadn't always been the most reliable

"Hi." Molly's voice came over the phone. She was in a much better mood than Ellie. Then of course she had slept last night.
"Hi Moll what's up?" Ellie asked though she didn't really want to get into an actual conversation.
"Well I wanted to ask you a question." Ellie frowned.
"Why dose this already sound like a bad idea?" The amount of apprehension in her voice was a dead give away.
"It's not I just wanted to know if we could go out tonight to a bar or something."
"And?" Ellie was waiting for the problem
"And I know a guy and he has a friend that's really nice." Oh good. A double date. Sarcasm.

She couldn't. She hadn't been on a real date yet since her last relationship and that ended in a hatred for goats.

Beady eyed mother hubers.

"Moll.." She began "It's just that I'm a - HAY STUPED CAT." Molly blinked trying to understand what had just been said. At the same time Ellie tried to understand what she was looking at.

That cat had somehow grabbed her wallet and was charging off to who knew where. It took Ellie all of two seconds to go running after the damn thing. "Ellie what's going on!" Molly asked
"I gotta go Moll! I'll get back to you on the dating thing k?"

"Wait!" but Molly was to late and the line was dead. She called herself a cat and hung up. Molly was never going to understand her human friends.

Ellie tore off after the cat shouting abuse. Luckily the rain had stopped not that that helped her traction. She ran into a number of people and trash cans. So much so she never noticed the two men she ran into and were now running after her. After the tenth person she became better at dogging which helped her jump a cart of oranges. Why was this cat so fast?

She kept turning corners inches behind it only for it to be half way down the street. The last time it managed to walk into a building. Ellie didn't even bother to look at the number across the door she just charged in. She needed the money. However she completely lost her nerve when she was the place was lived in.

Damn cat. "Here kitty kitty." She whispered "I'm only gonna skin ya you little-"

"Please don't threaten my land lady."
Ellie lit out a squeak. What the hell?

"I'd hate to see what she would do with you."
A man stood behind her know. It was a bit of a shock to the system but what didn't help was how overly tall he was. He could probably bump heads with Mount Everest.

He wasn't alone ether. The two men were almost complete opposites. One short blond the other tall with black hair. One smug the other humble. It was odd looking at them all at once. And yet they fit really well. Must be partners. Damn just my luck.

The other man spoke up. "Who's this?"

The tall one rolled his eyes. How was it that John could be so stupid. It was completely obvious.

"She's our new flat mate."

With that he walked up the stairs. Or at least attempted. "What do you mean!? When was that decided!? I don't even know where I am!?" She was in a word. Confused. Where they messing with her or where they keeping her hostage? Or were they serious? How could they be?

He continued to the top of the stairs not giving her a second look. "My name is Sherlock Holmes. I mean you are to live hear. When you were invited in, you decided and you'er at 221 Baker Street." He seemed slightly annoyed. "I play the violin at night and John snores. We'll all be future flat mates we should know this about each other."

He continued his assent out of sight and Ellie turned to the other man. He looked almost as shocked as she did. "Hi I'm John Watson... Um..." Oh! he was so cute like a lost little puppy! Man I could really use some sleep.

"Eleanor...but most people call me Ellie... thought...yah... Nice to meet you?" It wasn't a question. "Was he um...serious?"

John gave her a small smile of understanding. Although there was no truly understanding his flat mate. At least John knew enough to know that once the great Sherlock Holmes made a decree it was law. Poor girl hadn't even seen it coming. Much like himself two months ago. Not that he would change that for the world.

"Most likely. Welcome to 221b Baker Street."

Ellie deadpanned "You can't be serious!? Can you?" John's face said it all. "Oh, You are. What!? Why!? I broke into your place I could be a theft or something."

John shook he's head "But you'er not."

"How could you possibly know? Ellie asked frustrated. People weren't this nice. At least not in her experience.

"He doesn't." Sherlock had returned from upstairs. In his hand was Ellie's missing wallet.

"That was your cat wasn't it! That's a dirty trick teaching a cat to do that!"

Sherlock's face was expressionless as he handed her the wallet. For a fraction of a second his hand touched hers. She felt like lightning had run up her arm. Maybe a little dread. Who was this guy?

She was a bit of a wreak but the look of inquiry he got from seeing her reaction was enough to give her stability. This ass thought it was funny to pick on her. He was studying her. She was an experiment. Oh she'd give them an exsperment!

"None of this makes sense how could you just-"

"You were right, but that was a dirty trick,"

He wasn't addressing her anymore but rather someone behind her. Ellie turned to see the cat siting on a mantle behind her with... When did that little shit get her keys!?

"Miss Hudson."

That's a stupid name for a cat. Then again it was a stupid cat. Ellie thought. Now she'd had enough she didn't have time for this. She snatched her keys from Miss Hudson and turned to the man. She was ready to give him a pice of her mind.

"Oh dear it appears I'v upset the poor girl
I'm sorry Sherlock you just seemed so keen on the little thing."

"Hey who are you calling little you're the cat!"

That's when it really hit Ellie. She was yelling at a cat...a talking cat... named Miss. Hudson. At least she was winning the argument? Right? Wait? Keen? He wasn't gay? Score? Maybe? Well someone was going to have to tell John.

The room fell silent as John watched the gears pulling overtime in her head. He'd had the same look on his face. Although he had gotten to know the real first. Ellie was going to need a lot of sanity to get thru the rest of the day let alone live here.

Ellie just blinked a few times. This... This

"This has to be the coolest fucking thing I've ever seen!" She burst startling all even Sherlock. He regained his composer only to say "Language" Ellie didn't seem to care.

John couldn't help but deadpan. What the hell kind of a reaction was that? Well at least she hadn't run or started shouting. Or both as John had. He had said something's that would make a sailor blush. Not that he would admit to it. If you asked him he would simply say he took it rather well. Which was true in is own respect.

But this was new and bizarre and she was loving every second of it and so was Sherlock. The smug look on his face wasn't helping. You see John had quite a few problems with bringing such a young girl into their life. Then again she might do better than he did considering she was scratching Miss. Hudson under the chin. He still hadn't been able to bring himself to do that.

But even then he didn't like the idea. She was too young and for Christ sake human. Even if he was when he started he was a solder. This wasn't the life for her. Sherlock however thought otherwise. How out of character of him. That was sarcasm by the way.

Sherlock straightened up and John knew where this conversation was going. So he cut in. Making sure Sherlock was about to start talking of course.

"Would you like some tea."

Ten minutes saw Ellie siting in 221b drinking tea. Not that she was paying a lot of attention as Miss. Hudson the cat was sitting on the table before her. Ellie was watching Miss Hudson, the cat mind you, watching her watching Miss Hudson. The cat.

The boys were getting situated with tea in their respective chairs. Ellie was still watching Miss Hudson when Sherlock cleared his throat. She didn't move or look up. So he naturally did it again and naturally he didn't miss the slightest smirk on her lips.

She looked up then seeing more contrast in the men. Sherlock was trying to hide a smirk whilst John was trying and failing at hiding his grim exasperation. She knew which one was more accurate for her situation. They had a talking cat something had to be a miss here and it wasn't the spray demon happy face painted face to her right. They had lovely wall paper.

"So who are you guys? And no offense Miss. Hudson, but why is the cat talking?" She asked

Sherlock answered in the kindest way he knew how. "She can talk because she is a witch. I am a demon and John is a wolf." Remember that kindest yay bit. Well it wasn't sarcasm. "We are a home of creatures known as Myths. John and I solve crimes related to our kind and yours. When the police is out of there depth which is always they call me. I'm the worlds only Consulting Demonic Detective. Any questions so far?"

"How much is rent? And will I be sleeping on this couch? I wouldn't object to it." She asked. This caught everyone off guard. Including Sherlock but he quickly composed himself. "Free my home is paid in full..so no questions related to us?"

"No, when do I move in?" John was completely blindsided by this girl and he could tell he wasn't the only one. Sherlock had gone into thinking mode with his hands steepled under his chin. He was trying to figure her out as well.

"Now..." Sherlock trailed off as the doorbell rang. He was still staring at the woman. "Miss. Hudson could you get that?" And so she did one second she was a cat the next an old woman. Ellie was watching in wonder and excitement.

"I'm not you house keeper Sherlock." And yet she still went down stairs. He was still looking at Ellie. "Still no questions?" She shook her head. "Why?" He asked. Ellie gave him a warm smile. "I heard everything I needed to." Sherlock gave her frowned questioning look.

What did she mean by that? He had said something that caused her to trust him completely. He just couldn't figure out what. She wasn't a trusting person. For gods sake she traveled half way across the world to get away from her family and still had yet to tell them.

Then a small thoughtful look crossed his face. He had made a good choices in flat mate. She was going to be good company. She wasn't boring at the very least and hopefully he could keep her from becoming something other than human. After what happened to John he wondered if he could go thru something like that again.

20 minutes later saw Ellie in the kitchen with John making more tea. She was somewhat moved in upstairs and was taking a break whilst Sherlock went thru all her things. She didn't mind she was actually really loving the situation. "Go ahead and ask John." She could see the question written all over his face. He cleared his throat. "Why, how are you taking this so well?" She smiled at John.

"Sherlock called this place his Home."