AN: Hello everyone! This is my first every fanfic! I hope you all enjoy it. Please point out any mistake you see as I am learning and I wish to be the best I can be not just for myself but for you so you can enjoy reading my fanfic as I see it how my character lives in the world of Sherlock. Now there will be somethings I'm sure you all have seen before but I think I might have a few surprises. I am up for suggests on things though. But here it is, and enjoy.

Also, I don't own Sherlock.

Chapter 1

Buying the plane ticket to London had been easy. Her family was wealthy. Rich is different. She didn't just have the money to fly off to another country on a whim, oh no. If she wanted to, she could have bought a new flat and lived there quite comfortably without having to get a job for the rest of her life and not have to worry about anything. What she was worried about however was whether or not if her true family would forgive her. After all she was sort of disappearing in the night to another country without telling anyone but the driver and maid. She couldn't stand being here anymore. And it hurt. To be thrown away after so long….

Rosalie looked out the window as the driver turned closer towards the airport. When she had told the maid to wake him, she had been surprised. Rosalie could see it. It was close to midnight when she had asked for the driver to be awaken. The drive to the airport had taken a little over two hours, but the plane wouldn't leave until six in the morning. Four hours to contemplate her new life in London. She didn't know if she would stay or come back. Who knows?

The car rolled to a stop. Rosalie didn't bother to wait for the driver to come get her door. Even if she had been better off than most people, her parents had still expected her to be independent. She knew how to cook, clean, the whole shebang. Besides, she watched as Eric, the driver, tiredly got the only large bag from the trunk as she grabbed her two carry-on bags.

"Will that be all, Ma'am?" He placed the said bag beside her on the sidewalk outside the airport. Rosalie shook her head and smiled. "Thanks, Eric, buts that's everything. Go home, rest and take the day off tomorrow." Eric nodded in return and walked back to the driver seat and got back in the car. Rosalie didn't bother to look back to see if he had left as she hefted her messenger bag over her shoulder and pulled the large suitcase in one hand and the smaller carry on in her other.

Getting her boarding passes, checking her large bag and getting through security had been alright. She marched on to her gate and waited the final three and a half hours left before her flight came. None of the shops were open and she had no snacks to munch on. So she pulled out her laptop and opened up Netflix.

Sherlock was still open. That had been her inspiration to go to England in the first place. After what happened with Avery, she had to get away. England has always been on her bucket list anyway. Maybe that's what she'll do. Travel around and complete her bucket list. Rosalie smiled as John and Sherlock laughed after having just returned from running after the cab. Having watched the show so much, she knew a lot of the little facts. She also secretly liked to include the head cannons on Tumblr and Pinterest as well. It added so much more to the show. Benedict and Martin did an amazing job bringing to life these characters. Season 4 was crushing her heart so much more than the season 2 or 3 finale did and she hadn't even witnessed the season finale of 4 yet.

Rosalie watched The Study in Pink and The Blind Banker, during which people started to fill in the gate. Luckily, the credits rolled up when they called out that they would be boarding shortly. So she gathered her things and patiently waited for first class to be called. Once she boarded the plane, she put her things away, turned her phone off and buckled up. Closing her eyes, Rosalie thought of what it would be like if she could live a life of crazy adventures with Sherlock and John. For one, she wouldn't put up with Sherlock's bull shit, make him eat and sleep. Sass around with John. Maybe she would get Mycroft to smuggle a glow in the dark bunny from Baskerville for her. And be besties with Molly. Have coffee and donuts with Lestrade. And bitch slap Sally and Anderson. Dress up with Irene for a day. And have tea with Mrs. Hudson. 'I could live in 221C.' Rosalie thought with a smile just as she drifted as the plane lifted from the ground and headed towards London.

Rosalie jolted awake as the plane landed roughly in England. She grumpily rubbed at her eyes and stared out the window. England stood before her. It was dark and damp and more than likely cold but Rosalie had planned for that seeing as how she was wearing a thick white cable knit sweater with warm pants. She had on a pair of leggings underneath and her favorite thick fluffy toe socks under her boots. A matching blue scarf and hat were underneath her butt now after she had stuffed them next to her and her jacket was spread across her numb legs. The seat belt sign pinged off and she flew out of her seat and moaned in appreciation.

"Sore?" Rosalie looked to her side and for the first time took notice of the flight attendant. She was smartly dressed with a white ascot sort of tie and a silly little hat tilted in the matching blue of her dress. Rosalie just drew an eyebrow up in question to her. The flight attendant smiled. "You slept the whole flight in the same position."

"Always was a quiet sleeper, never once bothered my parents as a baby." Rosalie lied. But the woman left her alone after that. Quickly gathering her things, checking twice to make sure she had everything, Rosalie waited to get off the plane. She kept her phone off so that she could wait till she got to a hotel to see if her true family found out about her little disappearing act. Not soon enough, she was off the plane and at baggage claim where she easily found her bag and went through customs.

"First things first Rosie, get some proper cash." Rosie quickly made it to a banking area and exchanged out currency. From there, she made it outside and paused. Where was she supposed to go? She knew she needed somewhere to go to sleep, but in her flight here, she forgot to book a hotel. Dammit, she knew she was forgetting something. And she was just thinking about it.

At that moment, her stomach growled. Loudly. Food first, then find a hotel. Hailing a cab was a bit tricky but she got one eventually. A kind man was driving and when she asked where she wanted to go, she had no idea. "I'm sorry, I'm new to the area. I just want some food." He laughed and smiled back at Rosalie and she smiled up at him. "I know this place. Little Italian place on the corner. One of my favorite places. How does that sounds?" "Perfect."

The drive didn't seem that long actually. It would have surprised Rosalie if she hadn't been staring out the window taking everything in wonder. When the cabbie stopped, Rosalie took out her wallet and paid him for the ride and gave him a generous tip. Smiling, the cabbie helped her yank the bag out the boot and waved one last time before pulling away. Rosalie turned and grabbed her bags and knocked on the doors. A waiter came and saw the bags. "I'm sorry about this but I need some help. I just came from the airport and was recommended this place to eat." The waiter smiled and pulled the large bag to a table as Rosalie followed, left and returned with menu. "Thank you, sir."

"Billy, ma'am." Rosalie smiled and gently shook her jacket off and flung her hair over her shoulder. Looking down at the menu, she looked at the deliciously sounding items on there. Soon, Billy returned and took her order.

The door opened and Rosalie looked up to see a tall man with dark curly hair and being followed by a shorter man with a short wavy blond hair and a cane. He thanked Billy as he was pointed to the table next to Rosalie and for the life of her couldn't remember where she had seen them before. She watched as tall boy took off his coat and rattled off an address as gimpy sat down and told him to keep his eyes on it. 'Keep his eyes on it? Why? Who are they waiting for? Strange.' Rosalie's food came and she began to tuck in. Rosalie smirked as she heard the comment about someone not ringing the doorbell though, but what tall boy said next surprised her.

"He has killed four people."

Rosalie's appetite disappear after that. She reached out for her glass and began to take small sips. The sudden sense of déjà vu was in full swing. For the life of her she could not place the two men next to her but she swears she knew them. How though. Her answers came when a man came strolling down the restaurant and called out to tall boy. "Sherlock."

Rosalie began to choke on her drink as the water went down the wrong pipe. The three men looked at her strangely as she choked on the water. She saw this and waved her hand. "I'm alright. Wrong pipe." She smiled shyly and this seemed to satisfy them. Rosalie began to panic. She heard in the background now that Angelo was offering them free dinner, mistaking John as Sherlock's date. Though she already knew that. She already that because she watched it happen hundreds of times.

Sitting a few feet away from her were two fictional characters she was dreaming about living with hours ago on a plane. Now these two fictional characters were currently staring at her.

AN: There you have it. Chapter 1! I'm thinking of going ahead and writing up some of two right now. Let me know what you think everyone. I would love to hear what you all have to say. Goodnight!