spelling has been corrected! sorry everyone x

I've been wanting to write something like this for a long time. I am a big Sherlock fan and I hope to do this justice! There will be original dialogue where I can put it but other than that... It's all my own little bit. it's not going to be exactly like the show.

Comment if you want me to continue! Might be a one shot.

Chapter one- she's mine!

John Watson was to learn a valuable lesson that day, one he would never forget. As he followed his old friend Mike to meet a, hopefully, potential flat mate, he couldn't help but wonder why they were meeting at a hospital? It was pure coincidence that he had ran into Mike Stamford. Even more so when he finds out that he's not the only one looking for a flat share. He walks into the lab with Mike, to see a man in the room.

"Well, bit different from my day" John states looking around. Chuckling mike says, "you've no idea". The other man, who had yet to introduce himself, sits down. " Mike, can I use your phone" the man asked, his eyes never left what he was doing as he held out a hand. "What's wrong with the landline?" He asked him. "I'd rather text" he replied. "Sorry it's in my coat" Mike said. John seized the moment and said "Err, here. Use mine." "Oh. Thank you"

"It's an old friend of mine, John Watson" Mike says, John thought he had forgotten him. "Afghanistan or Iraq?" The man questions, typing on his phone. John frowns. Nearby, Mike smiles knowingly. John looks at the man as he continues to type." Sorry?" He says, not sure he heard him well. Sounding pleased with himself he asked, " Which was it – Afghanistan or Iraq?"

He briefly raises his eyes to John's before looking back to the phone." Afghanistan. Sorry, how did you know ...?"

The man looks up as Molly comes into the room holding a mug of coffee. "Ah, Molly, coffee. Thank you". He shuts down John's phone and hands it back while Molly brings the mug over to him. He takes it and looks closely at her. He looks at her in confusion.

"What happened to the lipstick?"

"It wasn't working for me".

"Really? I thought it was a big improvement. Your mouth's too small now."

He turns and walks back to his station, taking a sip from the mug and grimacing at the taste. John notices the door opposite them open, and a beautiful woman walks through. John could honestly say he had never seen a woman like her. She was his height, if not an inch smaller, a curvy body emphasized by her black pencil skirt and silky blue dress shirt. She had Carmel brown hair and icy green doe eyes. By god she was lovely.

The change in the man wasn't noticed by any but john and his army eyes. "I do believe you said you'd be calling me" she teased him, placing her own coffee on the table. Molly looks very unhappy about her arrival "... Okay" she says and walks back towards the door. "How do you feel about the violin?" The taller man asked. John looked round at Molly, but she was on her way out the door. He glanced at Mike who was still smiling smugly, and finally realizes that Sherlock is talking to him. The other woman smiled in sympathy.

"I'm sorry, what?" He asks. He realized that he didn't even know his name. The mysterious man is on the computer typing away, not even looking at him he says" I play the violin when I'm thinking. Sometimes I don't talk for days on end. She also plays the violin and tends to stare. Would that bother you? Potential flatmates should know the worst about each other". He throws a hideously false smile at John. John can't function for a second and then turns to Mike. "you told him about me?" He asks him

"Not a word"

"Then who said anything about flatmates?"

The man and woman stood. She grabbed her coat and he put it on her, smiling slightly. He continued to put his own coat on. " I did. Told Mike this morning that I must be a difficult man to find a flatmate for. Now here he is just after lunch with an old friend, clearly just home from military service in Afghanistan. Wasn't that difficult a leap".

"How did you know about Afghanistan?"

The man ignored his question for a second, choosing to wrap a blue scarf around his neck. He walks closer to the woman and takes her phone out of her back pocket. "Got my eye on a nice little place in central London. Together we ought to be able to afford it." He says.

"We'll meet there tomorrow evening; seven o'clock. Sorry – got to dash. I think I left my riding crop in the mortuary" he adds. He walks past John and heads for the door. The woman follows too, her strides are confident, and she takes her phone back.

"Is that it?" John asks confused about how easy it was. The younger man and the beautiful lady turn back from the door and stroll closer to John again. John notices that the woman smells of vanilla and peaches. "Is that what?" The woman asked him." We've only just met and we're going to go and look at a flat?" He asked. "Problem?"

John Watson feels more confused than he ever has. " We don't know a thing about each other; I don't know where we're meeting; I don't even know your names " he huffs, regretting for the first time about coming at all. "He has a point darling" the woman agrees.

" I know you're an Army doctor and you've been invalided home from Afghanistan. I know you've got a brother who's worried about you, but you won't go to him for help because you don't approve of him – possibly because he's an alcoholic; more likely because he recently walked out on his wife. And I know that your therapist thinks your limp's psychosomatic – quite correctly, I'm afraid". He says rather smugly.

"That's enough to be going on with, don't you think" the woman asks him. He turns and walks to the door again, opening it and going through, but then leans back into the room again, grabbing his companions' arm. "The name's Sherlock Holmes and her name is Vivian Welts. The address is 221B Baker Street". Vivian smiles. "Afternoon" she calls back as they leave.

"Yeah. He's always like that." Mike assured him. John was too shocked to ask any more.

Vivian and Sherlock Holmes tried their very best to hold in their giggles. "You are so cruel" she teased lightly, getting in the cab after him. He smirked at her, pulling her closer. On instinct she wrapped her arms around his waist. "What do you think of him then?" He asked, giving the cabbie the address of their current hotel, courtesy of big brother.

"He was so handsome! Oh, and the fact that he was a soldier and a doctor? A fine choice" she nodded. Sherlock turned his head to Her. She held her grin in for as long as she could. "Need I remind you who you belong too? Or should I prove it, my fair Vivian?" He asked Her, his voice sending a shiver down her spine.

She loved him like that, possessive and demanding dominance. She nodded her head before he gently grabbed her face into a searing kiss. For a man like Sherlock Holmes, normal mundane things were boring, and he tended to stay away from it, which included soppy, unprepared kisses. His kisses were a drug, his taste toxic. She cupped his face as well, shifting so she straddled his lap, forgetting about the cabbie.

She remembered when they had first started dating, his kisses shy and gentle, his hands went to places he didn't understand. Now his kisses were by far more experienced, his hands touching her body like a sculptor with his clay. His tongue painted the inside of her mouth with need, growling at her sighs of pleasure. It wasn't till his hands began to wonder did she stop. She nipped his lip with her teeth before pulling back.

"We have an audience" she mumbled, referring to the cabbie. Sherlock sighed dramatically, sliding her off his lap and putting his arm around her. "I hope this John Watson knows what he's getting into" she commented, noticing their stop was near. "I highly doubt that" came his reply.

Later that day, before John Watson went to bed, he got a very strange message.

Vivian is taken, refrain from staring or touching her,

Be it on your own life.

I know people.

SH

PS. See you tomorrow.

Hope you guys liked it! Should I continue? I'm not too sure …