Hello! I got really stuck on wholock so I started a new story… this is just Sherlock. I don't own Sherlock, just Odette and the plot. Please review and tell me if I should keep writing it. Thanks!
'What am I doing?' were the words going through Odette Johnson's head. Her life had never really been that interesting, just the same old story everyone had heard before; her parents died when she was young so she had ended up in a care home with a bunch of other 'unfortunates', repeating the same routine over and over. Get up, get dressed, eat breakfast, go to school, come back, eat tea, go to bed. Nothing special at all... until now.
Well technically until two days ago. That was when her life changed dramatically. She'd been minding her own business at Bramley House care home, just sitting down and using up her computer time, when she came across something interesting. There was a story about a pearl. It was said to be a present for the Queen on the millennium, very imaginatively called 'The Millennium Pearl' and was worth around £20 million. What was most interesting though was the fact that it was destroyed in the blitz of world war two. As she started to dig deeper, she found out that maybe that wasn't the case at all. However, her investigating did not go unnoticed; someone was watching her every move and decided to get in touch. Earlier in the day, Odette had received a text from an unknown number.
The sewers. Baker Street. Come and play.
Now, Odette wasn't usually foolish enough to listen to such texts. But right now her interest had peaked and she was up for anything. All common sense gone, she decided to explore this further. So here she was, Odette Johnson, preparing to run away in the middle off the night to visit the sewers.
'What am I doing?' she stared at herself in the mirror. For a 15 year old girl, she was quite beautiful and mature. She had wavy brown hair that went down to her waist and very pretty blue eyes. Her best friend Milly was always telling her how beautiful she was, but she never listened. Odette had the self confidence of a tiny mouse and usually kept herself to herself. But Milly was different. Milly was always there when she needed a friend. On Milly's very first day in the care home, they didn't get on very well at all. They were complete opposites; Millie, the talkative, hilarious one. And Odette, the quite, shy one. However, once they started talking they found out that actually they had quite a lot in common.
Odette was going to leave a note for her best friend, telling her where she was, but she was hoping she'd be back at the house before anyone missed her.
Putting on her black jacket and picking up a torch, she set off. Slowly, she slid a hair pin out of her hair and straightened it until it was just one thin piece of metal. She opened her bedroom door carefully and listened out for any signs of movement. On tiptoe, she carried on down the landing and started on the stairs… CREAK!
She froze and held her breath, expecting Judy the head care worker, to come and yell at her for being out of bed after lights out. But no one came. She exhaled and continued her descent. Once down the stairs she crept past the kitchen and the living room until she reached the front door. Using the hair pin, she managed to pick the lock and it clicked open.
'Not very secure…' she muttered to herself with a smirk before stepping out the door and onto the street. Only the metal fence to go. She chucked her bag over before hitching herself on the top of the railings and carefully jumping down.
Her mind was still telling herself to go back, she didn't know who this person was… they might be dangerous… this might be a trap. But she was bored of being Odette; the good, quiet little girl with the tragic life story and the shy personality. No… that's not who she wanted to be anymore. So she hailed a cab and told the driver to take her to Baker Street.
. . .
'You're going where?' John Watson was, once again, totally confused.
Sherlock rolled his eyes 'The sewers John, you really need your ears testing.'
A few minutes ago Sherlock Holmes had been bored, but now his interest had been peaked.
'Okay… why?' John asked tentatively. Sherlock put on his coat and scarf then pulled his phone out of his pocket and showed his flat mate the text.
The sewers. Baker Street. Come and play.
John looked at the text and furrowed his brows. 'Right… who's that from then?'
'I have absolutely no idea.' Sherlock smirked. As much as it annoyed him to be in the dark about things, he did enjoy a good mystery. A new game to play. When he had first gotten the text, he tried to trace the number, but whoever this was, they were too clever for that… and criminals with brains were all the more fun.
'Great, that's just great!' John said sarcastically as he went over to grab his coat.
'Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit John.' Sherlock told him 'Are you coming with me?'
John finished putting his coat on and scoffed 'Of course! I'm not letting you go down to the sewers on your own, especially not a 2 in the morning.'
The corner of Sherlock's mouth turned up in a small smile. He liked the John always seemed to worry about him. Even though he thought it was a little childish and that he was perfectly capable of looking after himself.
Thank you for reading! Please review and stuff… oh and for those that are reading my wholock story, I shall TRY to get the next chapter up soon. Till the next time x
