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Hello! So if you don't know already, (which you probably don't unless you stalk me.) I am in LOVE with the show Sherlock! Benedict Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman, are my two favorite actors which I found out about in The Hobbit. I guess you could say that I'm, Sher-locked. HA, HA, HA. Count down in, 3-2-1.
CHAPTER ONE
"So, John, will this 'Sherlock' character be there?" I asked into my phone, expecting a 'Why?' but instead I got a "Yes, he's here." I was excited to see my foster parent's son again after 10 years more or less. Although I am really nervous about meeting his flat-mate. I had heard about Sherlock from John who liked to give me updates about his blog. Sometimes, John would read his blog-post aloud for me on speaker phone. If he was there, and only on rare occasions, I could hear Sherlock's deep voice in the back ground asking questions like, 'is that your foster sister again?' and 'where is my tea, John?'. I would always ask John if his 'wife' was doing okay, because Sherlock acted like one. "Only about a minute left and I'll be there!" I said, excitedly into the phone. "See you in a minute then!" John replied happily. John and I were close, but not like a real brother and sister. He did make an effort when we were kids to make me feel welcome, but inviting me to London, to live with him for a year! That was unexpected! His life seemed so interesting compared to mine, and I really wanted to help solve murders with him and Sherlock. But since I'm a 'lady' as my foster mum would say, 'ladies don't solve murders dear, It's too dangerous.' I would miss them, my foster parents, who were now about an hour away in Dublin. Finally, I arrived at an apartment beside a sandwich shop. 'Speedy's', is what the sign said. "That's going to be part of my morning routine." I thought, noticing the word coffee also on the sign. I walked up to the door, and knocked. "Oh, John! Come here it's your sister." said an older lady, who I would sometimes hear in the back ground on the phone too. I smiled at her and she smiled back, holding the door so I could come in. "Amelia!" said John from up stairs. I cold see a tall figure standing by a window, it turned it's head and smirked at me of course I smiled back. Then it turned back around, looking out the window again. I felt John hugging me, taking me up stairs, to the living room. "This is Mrs. Hudson, our landlady." John said, pointing to Mrs. Hudson. "Hello, I'm Amelia Jackson." I smiled, shaking her hand. "Nice to meet you dear." she said, smiling back again. Once in the living room, John took my bags, and I followed him to a back bed room. "You can stay in here." he stated, placing my bags on the floor in front of the bed. "This is your room isn't it?" I said, angrily. "Yes, but I insist that you stay in here." John said seriously. "I don't want Sherlock to scare the living shit out of you." he continued. "And why would Sherlock scare me?" I asked, hands on my hips. "Because he is up almost all night in the living room. And when he does sleep, he gets up in the middle of the night often." John said. "Can I meet him?" I asked, hopefully. "Sure, but I have to go grocery shopping. Wanna come?" he answered. "No, I might help Mrs. Hudson. With something." I smiled, following John back into the living room. "Mrs. Hudson is right there if you need her. And Sherlock is right there. For whatever reason you might need him." John said, putting on his coat and pointing to Mrs. Hudson and Sherlock. "Okay." I simply smiled. I looked around the room noticing lot's of things like, a skull, a violin, a blue scarf, sheet music and John's laptop. "Would you like some tea dear?" I heard Mrs. Hudson ask, from the kitchen. "Oh, sure, thank you Mrs. Hudson!" I said, startled. "You're very observant aren't you?" said a voice from a chair. "Hmm? Oh yeah, I get that a lot." I laughed, realizing it was Sherlock. "I guess I should introduce myself, right?" I asked, being handed a cup of tea. "I'm Amelia. Amelia Jackson." I continued, taking a sip of tea. "I think you already know me." said the man in the chair. "I'm Sherlock Holmes. World's only consulting detective. Is chocolate your favorite flavor?" "What? Yes, it is." I smiled, confused. "So, you play violin?" I asked, sitting in what seemed to be John's usual chair. I crossed my legs, and took another sip of tea. He nodded. "You?" he asked, looking at me. "Yes, but I'm not very good. I'm rubbish actually." I laughed. It was very quiet after that, neither of us really said anything. I could feel myself falling asleep. When I finished my tea, I seen Sherlock jerk, and I continued to the kitchen. Mrs. Hudson had left, I guess I didn't hear her leave. And then I heard a knock at the door. "I'll get it." I mumbled, I placed my cup on the counter and started moving towards the door. "John, here let me help you." I said, taking a bag to the kitchen. "Thanks." he smiled, placing the other bags on the table. I let out a yawn and told John that I was headed off to bed. "Goodnight!" John yelled as I opened his bed room door. I heard another low "night" from the living room. I smiled knowing it was Sherlock.
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Hullo! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter, it was short but, hey!