Chapter One
SHERLOCKS POV
The rain pattered against the asphalt as I got out of the taxi and out to the open. A thin stream of water poured onto me from the ledge of the door at 221 Baker Street. I fumbled around for the keys realizing I had left them inside. Oh well, simply get Mrs. Hudson to do open it, I coughed and readied to scream for Mrs. Hudson when I heard a strange noise. I caught my breath and froze. I know that noise. I dropped today's newspaper and dashed to the nearest taxi.
"Where to dearie?" The odd driver asked as I climbed inside.
"Johns and Mary's" I stiffly replied. Something was fishy about this car. It's probably just me. Ergh, something pricked my finger, damn it, it's bleeding I examined my finger. A small stream of blood trickled down staining my sweater. I looked around searching for what could have caused this. My thoughts were interrupted;
"Off we go" The strange driver stepped on the gas pedal and water came splashing up and the wheels screeched away.
"Watch it!" I yell, we almost hit someone while they were crossing, or at least getting to.
"Sorry about that!" The odd driver responds.
We pulled up to a familiar white washed house, "John" I muttered and got out of the car, realizing I had to pay turned around and asked breathily "How much for the ride?"
He grinned and said,
"It's on me dearie" and sped away, wheels splashing some water onto my all-time favorite trench coat. I try to shake it off while walking briskly up to John's house. I reached the time stained door and rang the doorbell a few times for good measure. Mary opened up clearly looking dreary.
"Sherlock! What a surprise!" She exclaimed but we both knew it was not for I came at many different times and for many different reasons and I hardly ever notify them. "John's still asleep from last night," Mary said softly as she let me in "baby showers tomorrow"
My mind started flipping. What. Baby. Shower? What. Am I supposed to know this? Mary continued looking flustered in her long night gown,
"I don't think we sent you an invite with the whole Moriaty thing going on." I think she noticed the possible shock on my face, "It's okay if you can't come, and it's just a small little thing."
Right the Moriaty thing, he hacked all the radios and screens blah blah blah and replaced it with his demented face and voice blah blah blah. But he's the reason why I'm still here in London 3 months later from my 5 minute exile. Anyways, damn it I already went to their wedding now a baby shower, sentiments ugh. But Mary's face made me need to go.
"Don't worry about him; I doubt it's still him. I've studied that case for a while now. All signs seem to have disappeared." I gave her a stiff smile and went on "May I see to an invite?"
She returned with a bright but sad smile "One moment if you could come inside, I can see to it you will get one."
I stepped inside from the fast drizzling rain and into their warm, open house. I tried to wipe the blood from my hand onto my coat. Mary would probably make a big deal if I've been hurt, or if I've got blood somewhere. Keeping an eye on her I steal some tissues then stick them under the doors ledge to wet it. Quickly wiping off as much blood as I could, I watched Mary ruffle trough some papers. I stuff the tissues in my pocket as she walks back to the foyer. I swear I could hear John snoring, I think it might be just me from the years of living with him.
"Here we are," She hands over an elaborate pale violet invitation, "sorry for the wait, I haven't done any spring cleaning yet and this house is huge!" I nod earnestly and try to pay attention while pinching my finger. Hopefully I didn't get blood anywhere. Mary goes on "I mean there's even an attic! But the price was a good one don't worry" she gives a friendly chuckle, "now what was it you wanted?"
Oh yes, the sound I heard. But they already seemed so tired, John clearly was exhausted. Perhaps another time, wasn't much of a big deal. Or will be, hopefully. I'll waste my time later telling stories another time.
"You know what Mary?" I tell her, "Another time will do." I force myself to smile though it probably looked stiff again. I continue fast paced, changing the subject "I will see you tomorrow! How many others will be there?"
"Lots of family, friends, you'll be fine Sherlock! See you tomorrow!" Mary says a little surprisingly as she opens the door for me. Last time I dragged them out of their house for a poison check. I strut out briskly through the door and allow the rain to wet down my cap to my hair, it was a heavy drizzle now.
I hopped into another taxi this time one with a funny little man, he asked me "Where to dearie?" What is it with taxi-drivers and calling people dearies?! I climb into the backseat and reply "221 Baker Street, I have memories to revive." He gave me an odd look and I watched as the white-washed house grew smaller and smaller and finally faded from sight.
Authors Note: Hey person reading this! This is the beginning of my first fanfic so I'm sorry for any mistakes, also sorry about the short chapter, i promise you, deeper into the story, I'll write a bit more! By the way, it's the twelfth doctor.
