Hi everyone! I'm not a very experienced writer, so cut me some slack if things don't make sense. I love suggestions, and would be happy to try and make it happen, as long as it doesn't interfere with what I have planned. Enjoy chapter one! It might be a while before I can post anything else, as my schedule can be crazy sometimes. And one more thing, please don't criticize the two original characters, Clara is not mine, but AJ is, so feel free to comment on how you like her. Anyway, here goes nothing!
Chapter 1: just another day
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"Go away mum! it Saturday!"
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I finally woke up enough to realize it wasn't my mum waking me up, but my alarm clock. I sighed. I really don't want to get up this morning I thought. But I really need to find a job. It had been months since I'd had a real job. Working as a waitress didn't count.
I dragged myself out of bed, pulled on my dressing gown, and went into the loo. I splashed cold water on my face, willing myself to wake up completely. Then I went to the kitchen to make breakfast. Did I forget to buy tea bags? I asked myself. Sure enough, I had. "Great!" I said aloud. "That's bloody brilliant. Looks like I'll have to buy some from Speedy's." I couldn't live without my tea. It's the only way I could get caffeine. Then I quickly fixed some scrambled eggs and scarfed them down. I went back to my room and got dressed. Looking at myself in the mirror, I put my long blonde hair up in a ponytail.
I sat down at the table with my laptop and searched the job sites for positions. Seriously I thought. How hard is finding a job supposed to be? Sighing, I gave up my search for the day. I pulled on my coat and locked the door behind me.
I walked into Speedy's, ready to start the day. I noticed a man outside the door, talking to my friend Clara. His back was turned toward me, so I couldn't see his face. She looked wary, and I was about to go help her when she relaxed. She finished talking to him, and came in to start work.
"Morning AJ" she said as she put on her apron.
"Good morning" I replied. "Who was that?"
"A potential flatmate" she told me.
"That's great! Where's the flat?"
"221b Baker Street"
"Brilliant! That's right above me!"
She sighed. "He's beautiful"
She seemed to regret saying that "He looked pretty cute from what I could see. What's his name?" I asked.
"Sherlock Holmes" she said.
"Never mind" I replied
"What's wrong?" she asked
"Nothing" I said as I got to work.
I was clocking out when my phone rang. I answered it. "Hello?"
"I need a favor" a familiar voice said.
I sighed. "What do you want?"
"I would appreciate it if you would research Sherlock's new flatmates for me."
"Why should I?"
"I would be willing to pay you-"
"Not a chance" I interrupted him. "I quit because I was sick of working for you. Find someone else to do your dirty work, or better yet, do it yourself."
"Abigail-" he began
"I'm busy" I interrupted him again. "Goodbye" As I hung up the phone I couldn't help but think I was too harsh. Should I call him back and apologize? I asked myself. I decided not to. I could deal with him later.
I clocked out and went back to my flat. I picked up the newspaper outside my door and read the headline. SERIAL SUICIDES STUMP POLICE. I rolled my eyes. Its their own fault for not hiring me. I opened the fridge, dismayed by the emptiness. Maybe I should research his flatmates, I could really use the money. I called him and waited for him to pick up. "I knew you'd call back."
"Yeah, whatever. I'll do it, but I'll need some time. when do you need the information by?"
"I'll call you when i need it, but as soon as possible would be wonderful."
"I'll do my best." As I hung up, I couldn't help but feel a little guilty. He'll understand.
I changed into my pajamas and sat on the couch. I turned on the telly and flipped through the channels. I felt my eyelids droop.
A/N the italics are her thoughts :)
And here is the link to the transcript I use: .
It's a little Johnlocky, (which I don't ship by the way) but it's good anyway.
