Watch and Learn.
A Sherlock fanfic by EmzStar.
Author's notes:
1) My OC character may have the same first name as me, but she is nothing like me.
2) I moved the episodes forwards in time so my OC could actually be written in; this fanfic begins just after 'A Study in Pink'.
3) I lost the original typed up copy of this so it might not be as good.
Summary:
Sherlock is stuck with his cousin for six weeks, he knows his aunt is plotting something but he does know it will lead to disastrous consequences.
Chapter 1
As Sherlock Holmes walked out of the Chinese restaurant his phone started bleeping at him. The sound it made caused passer-by's to glare at him with annoyance, among the group was Sherlock's new flatmate, Doctor John Watson.
Sherlock pulled the phone out of his pocket and glared at it like it was the dog that ate his Christmas dinner all those years ago. But his glare softened when the name of the caller flashed up, his cousin, Emma Holmes.
"And what time do you call this Charlie?" Sherlock couldn't stop himself, he had promised that he would never use that nickname again, but he loved getting a reaction out of Emma, she had such a short temper.
"I'm afraid, Sherlock, that this isn't 'Charlie', she wouldn't give me your phone number so, well, I think get the idea. And, Sherlock, never use that childish nickname on my daughter." Sherlock flinched, that definitely wasn't Emma, that voice, that cold, hard, unfeeling voice belonged to her mother, Sherlock's aunt, Maria.
"I have no need to listen to you. Good-"
"WAIT! I…I need you to look after Emma…for me." Maria cut in.
"Why would you want me to look after her?"
"Because….because…she refuses to talk to me…my own daughter. But….she talks about you…a lot. I…..I just want her to be happy." She was crying, Sherlock had never seen or heard his aunt crying, but it just didn't feel right.
"… Fine…how long will she be staying?"
"She'll be on the train tomorrow at 2 o'clock, so she'll be at your place at about threeish."
"Not when, how long?"
"Six weeks."
"What?" Sherlock's voice matched his face, he was shocked.
"I said, six weeks!" She shouted back at him, "Look you already said yes so she's going! End of discussion!" she hung up.
Sherlock swore, passer-by's staring at him in disapproval, John looked at them apologetically.
"I'm guessing it's not good news, is it?" He asked, slightly worried. Sherlock nodded,
"My cousin is going to be staying for a few weeks." He replied.
"And your cousin coming to stay is bad? I don't see what's wrong with that."
"You don't know my cousin."
"Let me guess, she's the total opposite of you."
"No, she's just like me, except for the teenage girl part and that she's got Dissociative identity disorder, like her father."
"And I thought one of you was enough!" John teased.
John moved forward to call a taxi, but Sherlock pulled him back.
"I've had enough of taxis for one day." He said, stifling a yawn. They both turned and walked back to 221b.
Next Day, Liverpool Street Station.
(Emma's POV)
I glared back at the Business men who had just pushed me off the train, I swore at them when they pushed past me to leave the station. People glared at me and I glared back, 'God I hate crowded places!' The thought pushed its way to the front of my mind and I almost screamed it out. I grabbed my luggage and almost ran to the exit.
People were surrounding me from all directions, I began to panic, I felt a reassuring hand on my shoulder, "Let me guess, Emma Holmes?" I turned to see a man in his mid-thirties; he looked concerned, "Are you okay? Sherlock told me that you have 'DID', but-"
"I'm fine, it's just crowded place plus me doesn't really work. It's good that Sherlock told you about my…uh…'Problem', but well I'm kinda over it." I cut in, I kept glancing over my shoulder, my senses had gone into overdrive. "Who are you anyway?" I asked.
"Doctor John Watson, I'm Sherlock's-"
"Flatmate?" I interrupted, again. "Sorry, I'll stop interrupting, it's just…" I looked and felt uncomfortable; the station was getting busier by the second. I followed John out of the station to a waiting taxi; he took my luggage from me and shoved it in the back, I held on to my guitar case, refusing to let him take it.
John sat next to me in the taxi, "Where's Sherlock?" I asked him at last.
"At the flat, he's a bit, well…" He started.
"Bored? That's the Sherlock I know, does he still use nicotine patches?"
"You act as if you haven't seen him in a long time."
"I haven't seen him since I was Eleven, I have talked to him on the phone and we still send emails, but my Mum doesn't like me seeing Sherlock, she likes Mycroft." I spat Mycroft's name.
I didn't like Mycroft, he always wanted me to spy on Sherlock, ever since I was a little kid he would try and bribe me with sweets, but sometimes being schizophrenic had its uses, he never knew which me I was, thus he didn't know how to bribe me.
The rest of the journey was spent in silence.
"Mycroft tried to get you to spy on Sherlock, didn't he?" I said; I had to know if I could trust John, because these days you can't trust anyone.
"Yes, he did, but I said no."
"Good, even though he offered you money? All he tried to bribe me with was sweets, well I guess that's what you get when your five years old."
"Mycroft really did that?" John laughed.
"Well, he failed at recruiting me and I was five, shows how good he is at his job!" I laughed as well.
The taxi pulled up outside 221b, I jumped out, still hugging my guitar case. I went round and helped John with my stuff, "Mrs Hudson's on holiday, so I hope Sherlock hasn't done anything stupid." He said to me as he unlocked the door.
Sherlock was standing at the top of the stairs, staring at me, "What are you wearing? What happened to pink? I liked the pink!" He shouted down at me.
I looked down at myself, red top, black jacket and jeans, white converses and red elbow length fingerless gloves.
"I grew up Sherlock. Pink was to girly." I replied, flicking my long, black fringe out of my eyes.
Sherlock made his way down the stairs, snatching my guitar case away from me, he raised his eyebrow, "What? I play guitar in a band, for fun. I still want to be a detective don't worry." I reassured him. I followed Sherlock up the stairs, he pointed out the kitchen, living room and bathroom, he reassured me that my room had its own bathroom.
Sherlock led me up some more stairs; at the top he pushed open the door to the right, "Your room." He said as I walked in. I dumped my luggage on the bed and started to walk out,
"Where are you going?" Sherlock followed me out.
"To get something to eat, Mum wouldn't let me eat before I left." I replied as I entered the kitchen.
That was when someone knocked on the door.