1: In Which They Have New Neighbours
What'd ya know? She's posted another fanfiction!
I know, I know, I shouldn't be doing this, I have enough on my plate; but I needed to start this before season 3 came out!
Point in time: Post Reichenbach (will not follow series three timeline)
Warnings: None
Pairings: Eventual John/OC
Disclaimer: I own Sherlock *the internet explodes* Just kidding.
A cab pulled over to the kerb and Sherlock and John both stepped out of the cab and began to walk up to 221B. Sherlock glanced around, noticing all of the boxes and the moving truck. "They're coming today?" wondered John aloud. "I thought they'd be here tomorrow."
"Who?" asked Sherlock. "We're getting neighbours," Sherlock deduced, "why didn't you tell me?"
John shrugged. "I tried to tell you, but you wouldn't let me get it out of my mouth. You wouldn't let Mrs. Hudson speak either. We tried to tell you."
"What, so you're saying it's my fault?"
"Yes, it is your fault."
They both stepped inside and saw two people talking to each other. They were both women, one in their mid twenties and the other in her mid thirties by the looks of it. The first woman had long brown hair and dark brown eyes that seemed to pierce the second woman's. She wore a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt. She was the taller out of the two by about three or four inches Sherlock would guess. Probably three and a half. The second woman wasn't necessarily short, but the brown haired one was very tall.
The second woman had blonde hair and pale green eyes. She wore a pink and gray striped sweatshirt over a magenta t-shirt. She had brown trousers and red Converse. Her hair had been cut to a pixie cut but it had grown out a bit. Not quite chin length. Sherlock assumed it had been around a year since the original cut.
The first woman glanced up at them but ignored and turned back to the conversation. It seemed more like a heated argument really. The blonde girl noticed her friend look up so she turned around. She smiled kindly at John and Sherlock. "Hello," she greeted, putting out her hand. John shook it. "My name's Parker Viehof. My friend and I just moved into 221C." She offered her hand to Sherlock and he merely looked at it, an unamused expression on his face. John gave him a look and he accepted Parker's gesture with an eye roll. She cleared her throat and lowered her hand, feeling slightly awkward in the situation she had just been put in.
"Hi. Doctor John Watson." John gestured to Sherlock. "This is my flatmate, Sherlock Holmes."
"Really? I've heard a bit about you," said Parker, turning to Sherlock. "That serial suicide case that turned out to be murders? You solved that one, right?"
"Mm, yes," said Sherlock absentmindedly, trying to get away. "Well it's been a pleasure, but I must–"
"Sherlock," said John.
Sherlock humphed and stood where he was. Parker paused, looking over the duo. "This is my friend and flatmate, Shanna Iterro."
Parker gave Shanna a glance and she reluctantly stepped forward, only shaking John's hand after he offered it. "Army doctor, correct?"
John paused. "Uh, yeah. Do you read my blog?"
"Oh, you have a blog? That's nice. Not that I'll be reading it."
"Shanna!" said Parker in a voice that told her off for rudeness.
Shanna ignored. "Afghanistan or Iraq?"
"Er…Afghanistan. How–"
"The way you hold yourself and your hair cut indicates military. You have slight tanning on your wrists, but none under your sleeve. You've been abroad. It's faded a bit, so it's been a while. About a year and a half, probably two years, since you've fought in Afghanistan. Your a doctor, obviously, you greeted yourself as Doctor John Watson. Army Doctor. Need I a go on?"
"No, Shanna," said Parker, "I really don't think you need to go on."
"Well then. I'm going to the flat." She turned on her heel and strode into 221C.
Parker turned to the blogger and the detective after watching her friend leave. "I'm so sorry," she apologized. "Shanna just can't leave an opportunity to show off alone. I hope she didn't offend you or upset you."
"No, no," said John. "That's alright. I know someone quite similar…" He trailed off, turning to face Sherlock. Sherlock humphed. "It happens to me a lot."
"Me too. Shanna constantly does that to me. Especially when she's bored!"
"Same here. He can't let a single crumb on you sleeve go unnoticed."
"Exactly the same with Shanna!"
"Well," said Sherlock. "If you two are done talking about me like I'm not here, I'm going upstairs." He simply walked up the staircase to 221B and closed the door loudly behind him.
John and Parker exchanged glances. "So do you think there's a time where we could just…chat?" Parker asked.
"Maybe tomorrow," answered John. "That is, if Sherlock doesn't drag me onto another case or something along the lines of it."
Parker chuckled. "Well I'll see you soon Doctor Watson," she said, turning to leave.
"It's just John."
Parker stopped and smiled at him. "Well in that case, it's just Parker." She grinned genuinely and stepped into her flat.
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