What Providence Brought Together
KS: Halloa. Welcome to What Providence Brought Together, a fanfiction about the beginnings of the famous and wonderful friendship of Mr. Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John H. Watson. I think, truly, it can be said that they were brought together by Providence, so I think my choice for a title is quite worthy. I was inspired to write this when I read KCS's fic No Dogs Allowed. Now, let's see if my poor writings are worthy of such a story idea as this.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sherlock Holmes or any of the affiliated characters or ideas. Their creator is the remarkable Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
Mr. Sherlock Holmes and I had arranged to meet at 221B Baker Street the next day at noon, and he proved to be punctual to our appointment.
We entered and were greeted by the landlady, who seemed very glad at the prospect of tenants. There were two bedrooms and a large, airy sitting-room, both of which were comfortably furnished and quite to my liking. I saw that my prospective flatmate seemed pleased by them as well, for his piercing grey eyes darted about as he walked purposefully about them, throwing glances at seemingly every little thing.
He did not say very much until the landlady had finished showing us about, and then he put forward some very interesting questions, quite similar to the ones he had asked me the day before.
"You do not have any objection to people coming in and out at various hours?" he asked.
"No," the landlady replied, a little surprised, "as long as they're not out to cause a row."
Mr. Holmes thought about that for a moment.
"Well, that's all right." said he. "You do tolerate smoking, of course?"
"Of course."
"And I am a bit of a chemist…you have no objections to my having experiments in the house?"
"…As long as they stay in the sitting-room or your room, Mr. Holmes, and they're safely kept, then I see no problem in it." She replied, again sounding hesitant.
I myself wasn't surprised by the last fact, since I had seen the day before his discovery of a new test for blood. I was interested to see what other sort of chemical researches he indulged in, and to what purpose he did so.
"Do you like music?" he asked. It struck me that he asked a similar question the day before to me, about violins.
"…O-of course, Mr. Holmes. I would like to think I do, sir."
"That is well," Sherlock Holmes said, turning to me. "Well, Doctor, have you any questions or objections?"
"I do keep a bull-pup," said I to the landlady, "Do you have any objections to that?"
"No, Doctor, I rather like animals, as long as they're well-behaved." She replied, seemingly relieved at my more simple question.
I turned to my new acquaintance.
"I think that is all I have to ask." I said.
Sherlock Holmes smiled. "Well, I think that we've settled the matter. You will go halves with me then, Doctor?"
"I believe these rooms will suit me admirably." I replied.
"I'm inclined to agree." he said, shaking my hand and turning to the landlady once more. "Well, Mrs. Hudson, I think that you have some new tenants."
And thus our engagement of the rooms at 221B was settled.
KS: Well, there's chapter one! This story might not update extremely quickly, for I am trying to both do another (more suspenseful) story and focus a bit on art, and I'm a little busy with schooling and family affairs. But, since this story shouldn't have any cliff-hangers, I don't see why you'd be too eager for more too soon. (But, since it's interesting, there should be enough updates. xD )
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