The Visitor and What Follows
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Hi this is my first fanfiction story so hope it starts out fine. No money is being made off this I own nothing if I miss any not owning anything stuff please let me know. I love the Sherlock show on bbc one. I really hope this story will portray characters as best I can. Hope you enjoy:) ps I wrote this on my iPod so if the paragraphs are wonky that's why.
Chapter 1
Sherlock yelled at the mailman to go way. He didn't want to sign for a package that was undoubtedly for John. Sherlock was not going to move anywhere he didn't want to. If people wanted to see him then they should come to him. Why should he have to do all the work. The mailman seemed to have left. Hence the silence that once again hung in the air like a half deflated helium balloon. Sherlock went back to thinking since it requires all of his energy. John Watson walked in the door and stopped abruptly at the doorway to their flat. Sherlock knew what was going to happen so without waiting he yelled to Watson, "did you get your package!"
Sherlock could hear Watson sigh in exasperation. Footsteps were heard noisily clunking unevenly towards Sherlocks bedroom till they reached it. Sherlock couldn't be bothered to say anything at the moment so there was silence. "Well?"
Said Watson as irritably as possible. Sherlock raised an eyebrow and looked away. Not enough time to think to many simpletons to answer to. Thought Sherlock. Not that John was simple minded. Watson finally rolled his eyes and shifted his weight to one foot to another in slight anger. "Why did the mailman look like he wanted to kill someone when he gave me my package?"
Watson said with a hint of sarcasm that could of been meant to be not heard. Sherlock sighed and put his hands to his face. "how should I know, I wasn't there."
Watson looked up at the ceiling and laughed. "why should you know, what was I thinking. The incredible Sherlock Holmes doesn't know something and he doesn't care. I wonder if I'll see pigs fly out my window tonight because quite honestly that seems more likely then what just happened."
Sherlock rolled his eyes and considered answering him. "Just because I say I don't know, doesn't mean I actually don't know. Your a little off you ball tonight John. Bad date, oh I see, she dumped you for your lack of sympathy when it comes down to all the terrible things that happen to her in her daily life. Well, anyway the point is I just didn't feel like telling at the the moment. There. Happy?"
John look in between angry and in aw of what Sherlock said. But he decided to act in the anger he was feeling
"Oh so happy"
He said to Sherlock and walked away from Sherlocks room and plopped loudly on the sofa that was in the living room. Then suddenly there was a knock at the door. John was nearing his last straw and couldn't take it if it was someone for Sherlock at the door. Slowly and cautiously John walked to the door. When reached it his hand was resting lightly on the doorknob. "Oh who cares" thought John. "at least if it's someone for Sherlock he'll have to get up" John turned the doorknob and slowly open the door to reveal a figure standing slightly shorter then John, surprisingly. Who it was though, John did not know. So he started the usual speech that he gives to all the strange visitors they get year round. "So I bet you are looking for Sherlock."
Said John with a nice pleasant smile on his face. The visitor looked into Johns eyes and said, "My dear lad, looking for Sherlock? My if you knew Sherlock as long as I have you'll know, no one goes looking for Sherlock."
That's it do far let me know what you think:)