A/N: This is my first story so I hope everyone likes it. It took a lot of nerve to actually start and write a legitment story. If I get good reviews I might write more but here's the first chapter to warm things up. (My chapters are a bit short but I write a lot.)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the OC: Pippa Watson

Chapter 1:

She sat there, quietly. Waiting. Waiting for her new life to begin, staring at the pavement.

I'll come get you as soon as I can...

Pippa Watson hoped her mother was right this time.

Her mother had been very secretive of her social life and never allowed Pippa to leave the small farm in the country.

She played with a light blonde curl that hung on her shoulder. She always played with her hair when she was nervous. It was a habit her mother gave to her.

Pippa's mother was always gone for long periods of time.

You don't have to worry, I'll be back soon.

Pippa always nodded in understanding but she really didn't understand. She always worried.

As she sat in the London station, she began to get more nervous.

She had only met Uncle John Watson once when she was an infant. Her enthusiastic personality got the better of her and she perked up, knowing it was a new adventure and she must make the best of it.

All of a sudden, a hand touch her shoulder from behind and she gasped, jerking away from the hand.

"Pippa?" A man's voice asked.

"Yes..." she responded.

John Watson came to face her.

"It's me, your uncle! My, you've grown since I last saw you"

Pippa stood and pulled him into a hug.

"I suppose I have grown." She stood back so he could look at her, "I'm 15 now."

Watson raised his eyebrows,"15? Well, you're practically grown up!"

"That's a laugh. Mother still thinks I'm 12..."

Watson nodded and remembered his sister's strange life and how she overly protected Pippa. He never even got to hold her when she an infant and he came to visit her.

"Right, well. I can grab your bags for-"

"Oh, no! It's quite alright, dear uncle." She grabbed her bag and smiled, "Lead the way Dr. Watson.

The carriage ride was silent, except for Pippa's occasional 'oo's and awes at the city life. Very different from the low life she lived with her mother.

Watson finally said, to Pippa's restless relief, "Were here!"

Watson hurried to open Pippa's door for her and helped her out of the carriage.

Pippa stepped out into the inky night and smiled, "Oh this little house?"

She smiled as the smiling Watson grabbed Pippa's bags.

"It's so charming..." she cooed silently.

She was happy that she got to live like a real city person. In a grand little apartment.

She looked up at the '221 B' lettering above the door.

A little old lady with a tight, grey bun upon her head opened the door.

"Ah, Mrs. Hudson. Glad you're still up. This is Pippa, my niece." Watson said.

"Oh what a pretty dear!"

"Thank you, ma'am..." Pippa blushed a bit as she had never received a compliment from a stranger before.

Pippa beamed with excitement as Watson led her up to a small, cozy room. It was a bit dust and seemed to not have been lived in for a while.

It held a mirror, a twin bed, a wardrobe and a lamp with a table under it. Another table was set on the side wall by the door.

"Well." Watson set down her suitcase by the door and gave a cheery smile, "This is it!"

"It's great uncle Watson. Thank you so much!" Pippa smiled.

"Well, I'll let you get settled in then...Goodnight, Pippa."

Pippa turned and hugged him, "Thank you again, Uncle.." She smiled at him.

"My pleasure, Pippa. Pleasant dreams." He shut the door quietly.

Pippa was left in her room. In London. The best city... She smiled to herself and pulled her suitcase up on the bed.

She kept thinking about her new life and she began to get nervous. Ridiculous questions kept popping into her head. What will she do this whole time? When will her mother come get her? Will her mother come get her? She pushed her insane questions out of her head and filled them with hopes of adventure.

After packing, Pippa slipped into her night clothes.

She went into the cozy sheets of the bed and closed her eyes with the promise of 'Pleasant dreams'