This idea occurred to me whilst re-watching Sherlock. I'd like to think you, the reader, can be in Jane's shoes if you'd like ;)
The tapping and clicking of the keyboard as well as the smell of freshly brewed coffee could be sensed and heard throughout the flat. John reached over towards his mug as he typed up his latest case update on his blog. The table was a little bit further than what he remembered but nothing too trivial. Just a little bit further and he would have a nice long sip of hot coffee. His fingertips brushed against the side and handle of the mug. He just had to grasp the handle firmly and then he'll have-
Ring!
It.
A splash of dark brown liquid fell to the floor and dribbled down the side of the white porcelain mug, slightly burning John's fingers.
"Oh bloody hell," he muttered as he shook off the excess fluids. Looking a around for a tissue then at the buzzer he groaned as the ringing continued.
"SHERLOCK! GO SEE WHO IT IS!" he yelled, hand still held up in the air so he wouldn't get the coffee onto his new shirt. It was a nice navy colored shirt just like Sherlock's long sleeved purple one. John heard a muffled yell from Sherlock's room.
"I can't hear you when your face is smashed into your pillow! Just go see who's at the door!" John yelled once more, setting down the laptop on the desk next to him.
Sherlock appeared at his door frame, once again dressed in his very dapper looking bed sheets, if you could describe bed sheets in any way. His eyes had a few dark circles underneath his almost perfect skin. His face was dreary looking and had a 5 o'clock shadow adorning his jaw.
"And why on earth can't you get it? Can't you see I'm busy doing more important things than answering a door?" Sherlock groaned into the door frame.
"Because you were just lying there on your bed while I was busy-"
"Updating your blog? I can hardly call that being busy."
"Oh shut it. It's a hobby that I enjoy rather fondly of!"
"You gonna get the door or just let the thing ring for another five minutes? It would really be rude to whoever our guest is," Sherlock pointed out with a quirk of his eyebrow.
Finally finding a paper towel to dry his hand off, John made his way over to the buzzer while glaring at Sherlock who just smirked at him pleasantly.
"Yeah, sorry for the wait. Might I know who this is please?" he asked, still glaring at Sherlock and mouthed the words "And go put your bloody clothes on!"
"Is this John Watson's home?" a feminine voice asked.
"Um, well yes.. and no.. It's technically Sherlock Holmes and John Watson's flat. We're flatmates, anyways, who are you?"
"I'm Dawn , John! Your cousin, Jane Watson!" the girl laughed at the other end. "May I come in or shall we continue talking through the buzzer?"
"Oh, yes! I'll just.. yeah I'll buzz you in," John stuttered as he pressed the button to let her in. "See you in a bit!"
John leaned against the door, in a somewhat dazed state. For the life of him, he couldn't remember him ever having a cousin named Jane. Of course he didn't really keep in touch with his family other than his mum and dad, so she was probably one of his cousins that he never got along with. Either way, why was she here-
A rapping sound came on the door and John jumped in surprise, not remembering that he was leaning on the door.
"Jesus.." he muttered.
"Can I come in now or are we going to talk through a door now?" Jane asked through the door.
"Yeah just um... give me one second to tidy up a bit," John said as he made his way to Sherlock's room.
"You best get your ass in some trousers because you are not meeting my cousin like.. THIS!" he stated sternly as he gestured to Sherlock's attire.
"Make me," Sherlock muttered in his pillow.
"As tempting as that is, no thanks. Now when you come out you best be in a better attire!" John said, making his way back towards the door. Sherlock groaned into his pillow once more. What was the big deal anyways? It's not like they were seeing a client or anything. Even if they were, he's gone naked to a client once before. He chuckled a bit at that thought. Oh yes, those were fun times.
When John opened the door, he didn't expect to see the beauty he saw. Even if she was his cousin as she claimed, she was quite beautiful. Of course John was incredibly against dating or even thinking of doing anything else with someone blood related to him.
Jane had a beautiful set of bright emerald green eyes, long and slightly wavy brunette locks, and a figure that would make a Victoria Secret model jealous, but with a bit more meat than they could afford to pack on. She was wearing a grey and white stripped, long sleeved shirt, red-orange skinny jeans, black TOMS shoes, a black scarf, and a long tan colored trench coat. Her makeup was very simple and natural looking, but her lips were coated red. And interesting choice, John thought. She has a few rings, glitzy and old regular silver and gold ones, on her fingers and a rubber band bracelet along with two regular old leather bracelets on her right wrist.
Her face had a cute button nose, slim face, her cheekbones resembling his own in a more feminine way. Overall she had very soft and cute features.
Jane had two suitcases that she rolled in, a bright teal and a lavender one. Setting them aside along with her purse, she embraced John in a tight hug in which he returned a little awkwardly. She was a bit shorter than him but only by an inch or two.
"Hey John! You look so surprised to see me!" Jane said with a smile. "Well then again, we haven't really met properly."
"Yeah it's good to see you as well, I suppose. Um, which side of the family do you come from, if I may ask," John questioned as he grabbed a suitcase and rolled it towards the living room. "You can have a seat wherever you like. Again, sorry about the mess."
"Oh it's no problem at all. I meant for this visit to be a surprise," she giggled. She followed John with the other suitcase and set it next to the other before plopping herself down the nearest armchair. "Well I'm from your father's side. I'm his sister's daughter. She didn't like to talk about me a whole lot because I was a bit of a trouble maker when I was a kid, so that's probably why you never heard of me. Although we did meet as kids once. At a family reunion. I was playing chess with grandpa and you were playing with the other boys with your toy planes. We'd only seen glimpses of each other, so my mum tells me."
"Right.. right.. I vaguely remember that actually," John stated with an awkwardness. Tapping his fingers on the armchair, he looked towards Sherlock's bedroom seeing if he was dressed or even awake. The door was closed, so John presumed he fell back asleep.
"Would you like any tea while we chat?" he asked anxiously.
"I'm not a giant tea drinker, but if you've got plain old Earl Grey I'd love some," she said whilst unwinding her scarf from her neck.
As John strode towards the kitchen. He searched through the cupboards for the tea set before finally finding everything but the pot. Odd. Maybe Sherlock misplaced it again or something. Dismissing it for now, he set out the tea bag and put the kettle on before heading back to Jane.
"I'll just let that boil for a few minutes. So, if you don't mind me asking, um, why exactly are you here? Not that you're not welcome but a surprise visit from a distant cousin I vaguely remember is a bit odd, wouldn't you say?" John asked.
"Oh yes I suppose. Well you see I've been searching for you for days John. Mum kicked me out of the house when I lost my job working as florist at my local flower shop. I was paying rent with mum and when that happened she decided to kick me out. And you're the only family that would take me in. I.. I don't really have anyone else to rely on-"
"Liar," a voice boomed.
The duo turned their head towards the voice only to see a still sheet clothed Sherlock walking towards them. Jane squeaked and quickly turned her flushed head away while John had the most irked face he mustered.
"Sherlock what the hell?! I said go put some clothes on!"
"Um, John, is this your... boyfri-"
"Flatmate. He's my flatmate. Honestly why do people think I'm gay?!" John exclaimed as he tried to shove Sherlock back into his bedroom. "Go put your clothes on before you start deducting my cousin and making ridiculous accusations!"
"I'm just observing John, you know that. From what I've observed she's been lying. Yes, judging from your attire you look to have quite a while to get ready if your mother, as you stated, kicked you out suddenly and then left you on the street. Your shoes are either brand new or you haven't been traveling for long like you stated, and you obviously got a cab here because you have no mud or rain or any sort of weather on the soles of your shoes. I can tell from your hands that-"
"Oh my god, Sherlock! Shut up will you?!" John complained, giving up on trying to get the man dressed.
"Well... It seems John doesn't want me to accuse you any further so I'll just leave it at that," Sherlock stated with a small pout. "But I am right aren't I? I can tell from your flushed face that I am 150% ri-"
"Wrong actually," Jane said, still having her head turned away inn respect for Sherlock's indecency. "You're 130% wrong. You only got a few bits right. John your flatmate sure is a weird one."
Both John and Sherlock didn't hear what she had to say, only looked at her with a gaping expression. Sherlock with his inquisitive face and John with a very surprised look.
"He-He-He-He's wrong? Wha...how is Sherlock wrong? He's never...," John trailed off. "He's never wrong.."
"Yes, do tell me how I only got 20% right," Sherlock questioned, seating himself down next to her.
"Well I would describe all the thing you got wrong but I've only just barely met you and you're not even dressed in... well anything but a few bed sheets, which judging by the look of them you haven't washed in a week, which you really should because you have a massive coffee stain at the very bottom of it," Jane said as she gestured to the stain.
Sherlock quickly covered the stain with the bed sheet and turned back to her.
"Cleaver girl... John how come you haven't ever talked about Jane before?" Sherlock asked, eyes still locked on Jane.
"Well I just found out that she existed, Sherlock. Now for the last time I'm asking you to put on some damn trousers or something!" John yelled. "And you just took my spot. He just too my..."
"I'll have to agree with John, Sherlock. If you're so curious as to what my back story is, I suggest you put on some nice trousers or something," Jane said, her eyes tracing out his features. "You have very sharp cheekbones. I could cut myself just looking too long at them."
"Yes I've been told that...," Sherlock said. He took a quick glance to the side and stood up abruptly. "John, I'm going to go dress myself. I'll return shortly."
With that Sherlock swiftly went back into his room.
"Um, sorry about him. He's just... yeah he's.. socially awkward I suppose?" John said apologetically, taking his seat again.
"Oh it's not a problem at all! He's a very interesting man," she said with a smile.
"Yeah, that he is.."
"Is he always like that?"
"A giant annoying dick? Yeah, pretty much."
A pregnant pause passes through them. The sound of the kettle going off notify the duo that the tea is ready to be served. John goes over to the kitchen once more and starts to grab for the teapot.
"Shit.. Sherlock! Do you happen to know where the teapot is?" John yelled.
Sherlock's door opened, revealing a very dapper looking man in a long sleeved purple shirt, dark trousers and matching belt, and in his plain ebony shoes. At least he didn't change into a towel, John thought. And then he noticed something. Something slightly different about Sherlock that wasn't a major thing, but it was enough to catch John's eye.
"What did you do to your hair?" John asked as he examined him.
"Nothing. Just thought I'd try a slightly different hairstyle today is all. Teapot is in the top cupboard," Sherlock said, straightening out his shirt a bit more. "She still here?"
"Of course she's still.." John paused. The air smelt a bit muskier than he remembered.
"You're wearing colon aren't you? Why on earth-" he trailed off. Then it hit him as he grabbed the teapot.
"No. Sherlock no."
"What do are you going on about?"
"Don't even think about it Sherlock," John said as he poured the hot water into the pot. Setting the pot, three cups and plates, and a small bowl of sugar onto the tray, he went over towards Jane before looking Sherlock straight in the eye.
"You are not going to court my cousin who we've just barely met!"
"Oh don't be ridiculous, John," Sherlock said as he went past John with a smirk. "I'm not going to court the poor girl."
"Good. Glad you-"
"I'm just going to flirt with her."
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