These first couple chapters are from Sherlock's childhood, in the point of view of my OC. It's written like a flashback. I do not own BBC Sherlock or any of it's characters.

"Aunt Jill's house loomed up in front of me. I was only 5 years old and both my parents died in a car crash. The man in the suit explained to me that I would be living with my aunt until I'm 18. Before I got in the car that would take me away, I had deduced the man's entire life. Of course he got angry at me and slammed the car door in my face. As we drove, the city began to dissipate and the countryside emerged. We drove up the driveway of a cozy home. It wasn't small but it wasn't a mansion either. I stepped out of the car and noticed the house next door. It seemed to be about the same size but with an addition. It was obvious they added on a west wing. The windows were nicer than the others, obviously they were recently added in, but only on that part of the house.

I turned back to my new home. All of my things were already here. It was a pretty blue color with flowers surrounding the exterior. I could tell she was grieving by the crimson red roses in the flower pots by the door. I didn't bother to knock since this is my home now, and walked inside. I was in a hallway. To my right was a staircase, and to my left was a sitting room area. The kitchen was a little ways down and was right in front of the hallway. Looking into the sitting room, I noticed a small music room blocked by a set of glass doors. There was a table between the staircase and kitchen doorway on the left side. There was a bouquet of white poppies, condolences obviously from the neighbors, there were more of the poppies in their garden.

I stepped into the kitchen and noticed it was spotless. There was a set of stairs as soon as you stepped in, to the left leading down, to the cellar. The kitchen was huge. There was a small table in the back corner, obviously only meant for the two of us to eat at. There was a small walkway in the kitchen lined with cupboards. At the end of it there was a door that lead to the dining room. There were glass chandeliers above the length of the table, and windows all along the back wall. The table was made to seat 30 people, Aunt Jill is obviously very sociable. There was another sitting room to my left. It was right across from the original sitting room. Both sitting rooms had televisions, coffee tables, and couches. However the second one had a bathroom attached. It had a jacuzzi tub, toilet, and sink. Connected to both the kitchen and the second sitting room was a four season room. It had originally been a porch but was converted to a sitting room, with windows on all of the outside walls.

There was a door there that led to the backyard. I ignored it for now and moved on to the music room. The outside walls had long horizontal windows. There was a baby grand piano in the back that was perfectly tuned. There was a cello, acoustic guitar, and electric guitar resting on stands by the door to the sitting room. There was a flute, clarinet, saxophone, and trumpet inside a glass casing along the wall next to the strings. There was a drum set in the corner across from the piano and next to the door to the dining room. A trombone case lay below the windows across from the door to the sitting room. There was a table in the middle of the room that held a violin case. My mothers initials "JRS" were engraved along the top. I didn't bother to open it, not wanting to disturb the instrument yet. Sheet music littered the floor everywhere. Some was crumpled up and others were flat as if they simply floated down. Music stands were grouped in a corner behind the piano. A stool was placed underneath the violin table.

I played a few notes on the piano before heading upstairs. There were 3 bedrooms, 3 closets, and one bathroom in the hallway. The first closet held sowing kits and scrapbooking kits. The second held school supplies, and the third held extra pillows and blankets. The first bedroom was obviously a guest one. It had a writing desk, queen sized bed, dresser, laundry chute, and a decent sized closet. The bathroom was right next to the guest bedroom in the hallway. It had a shower/tub, sink, and toilet. There was a litter box in the corner, Aunt Jill had a cat. The next bedroom was obviously Jill's. There was a king sized bed, dresser, and attached bathroom. The bathroom had two sinks, a shower, toilet, and walk in closet. Pictures of my mother, Jill, and my grandparents were atop the dresser. Right in the center of them all was a picture of me, the day I was born.

I left the room quickly not wanting to invade Jill's privacy and opened the door to the last room. The room was obviously mine. The walls were painted an emerald green, the bedspread was lime green with blue pillows, the bookshelf was full of my many chapter books, and the dresser had all of the pictures of my family on them. The furniture was all white. There was a writing desk, bedside table, and a dresser. The closet was a walk in and held all of my clothes, as well as my new uniform. I noticed Jill had bought me a few dresses, yep definitely sociable. There was a hammock of stuffed animals along the wall between my bed and the shelves. The shelves held my many knick knacks, as well as a few heirlooms from my parents. My name was spelled out in big block letters along one wall, with little stickers and such decorating them. My countless posters and maps were hung wherever there was room. Most people would think the room was "crowded" but that's how I liked it.

I left the room and walked up the stairs to the third and final story. It was a huge attic space that had been turned into a game room. There was pinball, foosball, and air hockey along the outermost wall. There were four closets, 3 of which were labeled "storage". The last closet held board games, bookcases, and scrapbooks. There was a couch and love seat in the middle of the room, with a 55" television across from them. There was a bathroom as well, with a shower/tub, toilet, and sink. There was a pool table next to the staircase, with a railing beside it. I felt at home here and knew that there would never be a dull moment with Jill.

I ran down the stairs remembering the backyard. I ran out the back door and stopped dead in my tracks. At the very edge of the huge yard was an oak tree. A treehouse had been built into it and stood out amongst the fall leaves. The rest of the yard was filled with toys but the treehouse was what I wanted to see. I climbed up the ladder and stepped onto a small porch. There was a window and I peeked inside. It was painted just like my room right down to the block letters. A bed sat along the far wall with the same bedspread as before. Puzzles, games, and books were everywhere in little shelves and cupboards. A small desk with a sketchbook on top, was right below the window along the left wall. As I looked closer I noticed a figure asleep in the rocking chair. They soon awakened and stared at me with blue eyes.

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