Author's Note: Hey guys!
It's been a while, and I'm sorry about that, but as you can see, I've started to write another story! It's about Sherlock. I'm not going to say more than that, you'll have to find out for yourself!
I guess that's all I have to say! Enjoy! :)
PS: If anything I write isn't right or there's an annoying mistake in my grammar (I'm just a human being and I don't know everything :)), feel free to point it out to me and tell me how I can improve!
I moved into the flat on December 31st – the very last day of 2012. That was strange, not only because I hadn't even finished school yet and I still lived with my parents, but because it was 2016 where I came from.
Yes, that's right. 2016. You're probably thinking I've got Doctor Who-like powers or something, but I can't travel through time, just through dimensions, and I'm not alone, you've just probably never heard of us. We're called Tale-Changers, and we... well, you've probably already guessed that because of the name, didn't you? We change tales. Obviously.
Anyway, I moved in on December 31st. It was snowing, dirty, wet snow, and I was cold and wet by the time I reached 221 Baker Street. I had a backpack on my shoulders with my laptop and some other important things – the rest of my stuff had arrived a couple of hours earlier. After rubbing my hands to get some feeling back into them, I pulled the key out of my pocket.
I took a deep breath. If I opened that door, I couldn't go back. If I opened that door, I had to finish my mission.
I opened the door.
My boots were dirty, so I wiped them on the door mat so that I wouldn't spread the snow through the hallway, and smiled broadly. I could feel excitement bubble under my calm façade.
I was finally here. After weeks of preparation, weeks of getting into my role – of course I wasn't allowed to use my real name and age and everything here, that was part of the job –, weeks of trying to imagine every single thing that could happen so that I'd know what to do, I was finally here.
I walked towards the door that led to Mrs. Hudson's flat and knocked. Before long, the door was opened, and I was greeted by a voice that I had heard so many times, but just once in real life before; through the phone.
"Hello, dear!"
I smiled as brightly as I felt. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Hudson," I greeted her politely. I took my glove off to shake her hand. "I'm Katherine Jones. Nice to meet you for real."
"Likewise," she replied. "Shall I show you your apartment?"
"That'd be really nice, thank you."
We went down a set of stairs, to the basement. I, of course, already knew where my flat was and what it looked like, but I had to act like I didn't, so when Mrs. Hudson opened the door to show the room, I shouted out: "It's perfect!"
Okay, to be honest, it wasn't perfect, but I had slept in treetops and dungeons and holes in the mud before, so I was grateful that I'd get to stay in a flat this time. Besides, if I did my job well, I wouldn't even be here most of the time.
Mrs. Hudson looked at me – she seemed happy, and a little surprised, that I was so excited.
"Do you like it?"
"Yes," I replied. "I've got so much more space than I had back at home. This is amazing!"
That wasn't a lie; I shared a room with my baby brother at home. I didn't mind – he was the sweetest child I could imagine – but sometimes a little more space was more than welcome.
Mrs. Hudson smiled friendly.
"Well, then, make yourself at home, dear," she said, and started to leave, but before she walked out of the door, she seemed to change her mind and turned around again. "Oh, and there is a party upstairs, tonight. I think you can come, too – then you can meet the boys. I'm sure they'll like you."
"Sounds fun," I replied. "I think I'll drop by."
"I surely hope so."
And with that, my landlady closed the door behind her. I leaned against the wall behind me and grinned to myself.
I wanted to scream, jump around the room, do anything to get rid of the feeling that my heart was going to burst out of my chest, but knowing that it wouldn't help and I'd draw a lot of attention to myself, I put my backpack down on the floor, walked towards the nearest cardboard box and opened it.
Time to unpack, then, I guess.