Hello everyone! this is my First fan fiction so i hope you like it. i don't own Sherlock Or Doctor Who, the only thing i own is the character i created. this chapter isn't to interesting but it will be soon i promise so i hope you enjoy.
Chapter 1
Walking down a street in London, I held groceries walking back to my flat. It was the beginning of March and the sky was overcast, not much of a change there. The buildings were tall and the evening grew dark. The wind blew the cold air across my face as I walked onto Baker Street. I thought about my two flat mates and a landlord, Mrs. Hudson, whom I've lived with since I became a junior in college.
I never knew my mother; she died when I was too young to remember. My father always talked about her, he told me that she was so happy when they found out they were having me. He never talked bad about her, when I would ask about her he'd tell me she was the kindest woman he had ever known and had the kindest smile. When I saw him talk about her he seemed so happy, yet I could see a hint of sadness. My father always took so much care of me even though he would be busy with work sometimes. My father was murdered when I was twelve and no-one ever caught the killer. I went to a college in London and three years into schooling I wanted a place to live. That's when I found 221B Baker Street and Mrs. Hudson.
I smiled at the memories as I reached the flat, the place next to it was a café called "Speedy's Sandwich bar and Café". I reached into my pocket, pulled out my keys and unlocked the door. I walked up the stairs to the second floor where I saw one of my flat mates sitting in a chair looking at the computer screen. He had dark brown curly hair, and his eyes were a crystal blue. He wore a white button up and a black suit jacket on top and black dress pants. He never looked at me as I entered the living room and walked into the kitchen.
As I placed the bags on the messy table I asked, "So Sherlock, where is John?"
"Getting groceries. But now it seems pointless seeing as you have gotten them."
"I didn't get anything important, so it should be fine." I put the rest of the groceries away and walked towards the table. I noticed a scratch in the table and moved my hand over it. "Had an argument with the table?" I looked over at him and smiled.
"What are you talking about?" he said still looking at the computer screen.
"There's a scratch mark on the table, you had either had an argument with it or I don't know, had a sword fight with someone in this room and accidentally left evidence." He turned his head away from the computer screen and looked at me. I leaned against the counter in the kitchen as he opened his mouth to talk, but soon shut it as he heard the door shut down stairs.
The footsteps were becoming louder as they walked up the steps. Around the corner was John with the groceries. He placed them on the table and looked at Sherlock.
"Is that my computer?" he looked annoyed and walked toward Sherlock.
"Of course, mine was in the bedroom."
"You didn't bother to get up? It's password protected." He argued.
"It took me less than a minute to guess yours. Not exactly Fort Knox." He typed.
"Right thank you." John closed and took his computer away from Sherlock. John then sat down in the chair next to the fire place. I walked over to the kitchen table and began to put away the groceries John brought home. "Oh, I can do that." He began to get up.
"No it's fine I can handle it John. You just sit there and relax." I smiled and continued to put them away. John sat back down and looked at the mail. "Anything important?"
"Just bills… I need to find a job…" John sighed.
"Dull." Sherlock held his hands together.
John sat there and leaned forward, "Listen… if you could lend me some… Sherlock, are you listening?"
"I need to go to the bank." Suddenly Sherlock got up, grabbed his coat and left, John following him.
"Have fun boys!" I yelled after them.
"Thanks Alex, I'm probably going to need it." I heard John say. I listened for the door to close. When it did, I ran upstairs to my bedroom and closed the door behind me. I grabbed the key on my nightstand and glanced at the mirror. My dark brown hair was pulled into a pony tail, my bangs hung over my left eye. I leaned in closer to the mirror and looked at my dark green eyes. I wore a dark blue tank top, black jeans, and my black converse. Ok, time to go see a Doctor, I laughed to myself. I put the key around my neck and went down to the second level.
I looked into the living room and grabbed my petite coat. I put it on, grabbed my iPhone and went down stairs. I opened the door to find Sherlock and John standing outside.
"What are you guys still doing here?" I asked surprised. Sherlock looked at me.
"Going somewhere? And that key, you didn't have it on earlier. What does it go to?"
"Yes. And I asked you first." I announced.
"We're waiting for a cab." John said looking down the street.
"Your turn." Sherlock said as a cab drove up. I smiled and watched John get in.
As Sherlock began to get in, I said, "It goes to a blue box." The door shut and the cab drove off. Well I wasn't lying; I turned around and began to walk to the meeting place.