Hey there, me and my friends have all decided that we were going to put eachother into a fanfic about Sherlock. So if you can, please go and read tomatoesonstrings and SpaceShipZoom's version of this story and trust me all of ours couldn't get any different from eachothers. Well I hope you enjoy this, review it if you want :D

p.s No, we are not actually 35 in real life.


Chapter 1

Thunder roared above the city of London and the lightening illuminated the dark sky, rain pelted down on all those brave enough to face to weather. The empty streets were filled with the echoes of three pairs of feet and the occasional shout. Three women rounded the corner, one carrying a broken umbrella and the other two fussing over a drenched piece of paper.

"I told you to put it in a bag! Now how are we supposed to know where to go!" The small brunette shouted. "You can barley read what it says!" she pushed her fringe out of her eyes letting the rain plaster it to her skull once again.

"Well we need it out to find out where we need to go! That's what maps are for!" The shorter brunette argued back shoving the map in the scowling face of the women beside her. The taller of the three turned around to face them, her ponytail soaked and her brow furrowed in annoyance.

"Will you guys just... I don't know. Hug it out?" She pleaded shivering in the cold. "Before I develop Hypothermia." The two women stopped arguing and turned to their friend both of them wearing a blank expression. The taller of the two turned back to face the other, a sneer carved onto her face.

"Sorry, but I did suggest to get a taxi, but noooo you insisted that we didn't! So save it Flo..."

"Don't you dare finish that word Keri." The smaller one growled. "And if you haven't noticed It's raining so hard that I can barely see anything in front of me. It would be close to impossible to try and flag down a taxi in this weather!" Keri sighed, snatching the soaked piece of paper out of her friend's hands. She squinted to see if the smudges would form into words, anything to give them a clue in which direction to go.

"Rhiannon?" Keri called her eyes still fixated on the deteriorating paper. The smaller women looked up at her, a scowl still firmly fixed onto her face.

"What?" She asked while stopping the harsh winds from trying to mug her of her black trilby.

"What was that guy called again? The one with the blog?" Keri asked, her lips quivering slightly causing her voice to stammer. Her brown eyes connected with her friends.

"John Watson, I think? But I can't remember the name of the guy that he talks about, the guy we need to see. " Rhiannon answered, her feet now shuffling slowly along the pavement. The dim light from the street lamps lighting their path way. "What about you Megan?" Megan shook her head, droplets of rain dripping from her eyelashes.

"Isn't it something like. Holden? Hames? Hules? Shelldon Hames? I can't remember." Megan answered her arms crossed tightly across her chest, rubbing them in an attempt to keep herself warm.

"But the address was definitely 221b Baker Street, right?" Keri asked, stopping in her tracks. Rhiannon and Megan stopped and turned back to face her.

"Yeah, that much I am sure on." Megan answered. A grin spread across their friend's face as quick as the lightening lit up the sky.

"Look." Keri laughed, Rhiannon and Megan followed Keri's gaze and both their eyes widened when the landed on the sign that read 'Baker Street' lit up by the nearby street light. They ran along the street stopping every so often to read the numbers on the doors. Megan ran up the steps to another door, Her eyes lighting up when the sign on the door read '221b'.

"This one." She called down to her friends, they sprinted up the steps to join her and pounded furiously on the door, praying that someone was in. The door opened suddenly, nearly sending the three women tumbling forewords. An elderly lady smiled up at them, her face fell when she saw the state they were in.

"Come in, come in. Let's get you out of the cold." She rushed, stepping to the side to allow them entry. Megan entered first, stepping through and smiling up at the kind lady. She quickly shut the door, stopping the cold draft entering the building. "How can I help you?." She smiled at the women.

"You don't happen to have a John Watson living at this address do you?" Rhiannon piped up.

"Or a towel we can borrow." Keri added, Megan elbowed her and scowled intensely.

"Yes I do have a towel sweeties, and yes Doctor Watson does live here." The women answered looking the women up and down. "Follow me, I'm Mrs Hudson." She greeted leading them up a small stairway.

"Megan." Megan introduced, smiling at Mrs Hudson.

"I'm Rhiannon." Rhiannon smiled. Mrs Hudson nodded and turned to look at the other women.

"And I'm Keri." Keri greeted waving her right hand in a small gesture. They reached the top up of the stairs and came face to face with a door.

"John, you have visitors." Mrs Hudson called through the door, rapping on it twice. Footsteps could be heard from behind the mahogany door. The door swung open and the three women's eyes locked on the man standing in front of them.

"I'll bring the towels up in a minute, girls." Mrs Hudson explained before scuttling back down the stairs. John opened the door further.

"Sorry to be rude...but do I know you?" John asked scrunching his forehead in confusion. He looked at the women bewildered.

The first was the tallest, her hair scrapped back into a ponytail and dripping wet from the rain. Several piercings framed her ears and a bracelet formed by paperclips circled her wrist. A black t-shirt with the letters MCR standing out in red letters and a list of tour dates printed on the back hanged damply off of her body. She wore dark blue skinny jeans completed with a pair of dark grey military boots that glistened from the raindrops.

The second was the smallest of the trio, her wild curls sprouting from beneath her black trilby. A baggy top sporting the words 'Bowties ARE Cool' and a picture of a bowtie could be seen beneath the leather jacket. Dark blue denim jeans were soaked and her blue converses looked as if they had seen better days. A purple and black ring shaped as a flower glinted in the artificial light, catching the attention of the Doctor.

The last smiled sheepishly, her burgundy hair plastered to her face, her blunt fringe nearly falling in her eyes. She wore a plain black vest top under a black cardigan both dripping rain water onto the freshly cleaned floor. Bright red skinny jeans clung to her legs and disappeared into her black converses. Her brown eyes were lined with a black eyeliner and her lips were tinted a light red.

"No you don't. We read your blog and we need to talk to you and your friend." The red lips moved. John moved to the side, letting them walk through. The three sat down on the sofa, not sure exactly what to do.

"Sorry, you don't mind waiting do you? Because Sherlock-"

"JOHN!" A masculine voice bellowed from downstairs. John sighed.

"- seems to back now." He finished. turning around waiting for the man to bound up the stairs. Heavy footsteps rang throughout the building and a figure could be seen heading towards them.

"John! Has anybody rang? I need a case, everything is so boring!" Sherlock moaned stepping through into the room, his eyes landed on the three women sat on his sofa. His face fell and terror crept onto it. "Oh no-" His sentence was cut off by the screaming coming from one of the women. Rhiannon leapt of the sofa and attacked the detective with a lethal amount of kisses and hugs. "John! Help!" Sherlock managed to say as Rhiannon continued to squeal in delight. The other two women stood up, Keri folded her arms across her chest and Megan raised an eyebrow.

"Sherlock. Do you know these people?" John enquired looking at his friend who was now trying to peel the woman off of him.

"Unfortunately...yes." He growled through his teeth as her tried to pull Rhiannon's arms away from his neck. Keri let out a long sigh and walked over to her over excited friend.

"Come on Rhiannon, leave him be." She called trying to catch the attention of her friend who had managed to clamber onto Sherlock's back. Rhiannon's bottom lip stuck out and silently pleaded against her friends wishes. "Now." Keri ordered, Rhiannon jumped down and stood awkwardly next to Sherlock.

"So who are they?" John continued a puzzled look still firmly on his face. Sherlock coughed and straightened his suit jacket.

"Old friends. Keri..." He said nodding in direction of the women with the red jeans. "...Megan..." He looked in the direction of the women still standing by the sofa. "...And that is Rhiannon." He hissed looking down at the grinning women that had attacked him not moments ago. "We went to school-" Sherlock was cut off by Keri's hand connecting with his face, a sharp slapping sound ringing around the room, Megan walked up to stand beside her. "What was that-" Megan repeated Keri's actions causing Sherlock's head to whip to the other side.

"That, Sherlock. Was for not staying in contact with us!" Keri explained, scowling up at the detective. Megan stood next to her wearing the same expression. Rhiannon stood there like a rabbit caught in headlights, completely shocked on what her friends just did, her facial expression resembled one of a gold fish. "The amount of sh-"

"Calm down Keri." Megan soothed.

"-trouble, we got you out of off! We were your friends! Friends don't fuc-"

"Deep calming breathes, Keri. In and out, in and out." Megan continued to try and calm her friend that was getting more animated with every word, her voice raising higher and higher.

"-flippin' forget about their friends! I lost count at the amount of times Rhiannon tried to find you on Facebook! Did we really mean anything to you at all?" Keri concluded, her eyes welling up with tears. She kept her composure, she was never one to cry and she wasn't going to start now. Sherlock stared down at Keri and felt incredibly awkward.

"I'm sorry." He said sincerely, looking away quickly.

"Sorry to disturb you, but here are your towels." Mrs Hudson's voice called out, Her eyes widened when Sherlock turned to face her. "Sherlock dear, what happened to your face?" She worried placing the towels down on the back of the chair and making her way towards him.

"I'm fine Mrs Hudson, why don't you go and make our guests a nice cup of tea." Sherlock diverted, the elderly lady smiled up at him.

"Ok Sherlock, but remember..."

"You're not our house keeper. I know." Sherlock finished, as he turned Mrs Hudson around and gently pushed her in direction of the door. He shut the door behind her before she had the chance to retaliate. He turned back in the direction of the others. "What are you doing here?"

"People are going missing." Rhiannon explained. Sherlock rolled his eyes and paced back and forth.

"Boring, people go missing all the time." He answered.

"But the people going missing. Are all the people that were in our class." Megan explained. Sherlock snapped his head in their direction. "And Keri received a strange letter this morning."