A/N: Hello my lovelies! This is the first OC I've ever actually WANTED to do, so I hope you like her. I don't know yet if I want her to be romantically involved with anyone in our Sherlock universe, but she'll definitely meet plenty of the characters and give us her own personal take on each one. I actually am looking forward very much to seeing Sherlock and Anderson through her eyes...
Nerys lived alone.
She liked it that way. She didn't like people. She didn't like interacting or being thrust into social situations that demanded she smile and talk and generally just...not be herself.
Many people thought her odd. Many thought she was growing to be a wretched spinster, though she was only twenty-eight. Sure, she hadn't had a boyfriend since she'd graduated from uni, but that didn't make her some mad hermit, did it? No, absolutely not.
And, contrary to popular opinion, she didn't own multitudes of cats.
No, she hadn't taken some vow of perpetual solitude.
No, she didn't mope about and eat chocolates late at night while watching crap telly.
No, she didn't read raunchy romance novels during her monthly.
And no, she didn't need a significant other, thank you very much.
She'd graduated from school with a degree in journalism, which, ironically, meant she hardly ever had to leave her flat. She designed websites, wrote articles, and advertised for the various journals she worked for, which all communicated with her through email. Some called her job "Social Media Journalism" but she refused to put up with such nonsense. It seemed to cheapen what she did; attaching "Social Media" to her degree made her feel as if she should be some airbrushed reporter, with her hair made up all fluffy and big and her makeup just so. Her job was harder than most people gave her credit for – she had to be her own motivator, since she had no boss in the flesh breathing down her neck until the article, hot off the typewriter, was finally in his fat, sweaty hands. She had to stay up to ungodly hours of the night, finishing a draft that was due a week before, propping her eyelids open with matchsticks and licking saltwater taffy to stay awake.
So what if it meant she could do all her work in pyjamas if she wanted to?
So what if it meant she could go for weeks at a time without seeing another living soul?
Sure, she had to get dressed for going to the supermarket. She had to smile and go through annoying social graces with the cashier. She had to not look like she wanted to melt into the floor when she ran into people she knew in the store aisles. But then she could go home again, strip down to her underwear and put away her groceries in silence.
Did she get lonely? Sometimes. But a semi-monthly trip to the pub with her girlfriends soon fixed that. Or the occasional phone-call to her brother in Leeds, just so she could hear another human being's voice.
But she was content being alone, for the most part. Alone didn't scare her, like it did so many people.
Alone protected her.
A/N: Yes, yes, I know - she didn't meet anybody yet. But I wanted to start with a basic sketch and go from there. Til next time! *blows kisses* And please review! I take requests, especially for characters you want her to meet.