A/N: This is the story of how Kathryn Granger and Sherlock Holmes met in
university. You don't have to read A New Ally to understand this, but you
might want to do so in order to get an understanding of who Kathryn is.
Please R/R and enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock Holmes, or anything else created by Doyle or anyone else. I do own Kathryn Granger, to my delight!
University Life
Kathryn Granger stepped onto the platform on a dull, cloudy day, when the steel-colored sky threatened to touch the earth, and looked around. Her emerald eyes, framed with round, wire-rimmed glasses, slowly took in the scenery of what was to be her new home as her rosy lips formed a small smile.
Kathryn took a deep breath as she picked up her rather large trunk and prepared to enter her new life at the university. As she walked out of the small train station, she took out a detailed map of the campus and studied it intently. She found the main building of the college and started to make her way through the winding, crowd-filled streets.
Just as she turned the corner, she felt something collide into her and in the next moment, found herself sprawled on the ground, her map and trunk lying several feet away.
"Oh I'm so sorry, miss!" exclaimed a young man as he extended a long sinewy arm and quickly pulled Kathryn to her feet. "Are you all right?" he asked anxiously.
Kathryn promptly dusted off her pine green dress, picked up her belongings, and looked into the concerned iron gray eyes of a tall, gaunt man with an austere face.
"Yes, I am fine, thank you," replied Kathryn, slightly shaken.
"I apologize once again for bumping into you, I should have been paying more attention to the street. You are new at here, I perceive, Miss Granger. If there's anything you need, please feel free to ask."
Kathryn blinked at him in surprise for a few seconds before recognition dawned in her eyes as she glanced down at her map and trunk, which had her name inscribed on it. Turning her gaze back to the young man standing before her, she studied him carefully, noting the nametag attached to his lapel and the school papers in his hands, and replied:
"Thank you very much for your concern, Mr. Holmes," She replied with a smile. "Since you are a student here, could you please show me the way to the main administration building? I need to get a course, schedule and the key to my lodgings."
It was time for the man to stare incredulously before glancing down at his nametag, which had "Sherlock Holmes" inscribed upon it.
"Touché," said Holmes, turning to face Kathryn wearing a wry, sardonic smile on his face. "You are close to the administration building. Please, allow me to show you the way."
Holmes then turned on his heel and briskly walked down an adjacent street before impatiently beckoning Kathryn to follow. Kathryn sighed, before picking up her trunk and hurried after her new acquaintance.
Within twenty minutes, Kathryn had gotten both her schedule and the key to her new lodgings. Holmes had insisted upon showing her to her rooms. When they had arrived at the door of her new dorm, Kathryn pulled out her schedule and studied it carefully. She then glanced at her companion's acid-stained hands, before saying: "It seems that we share some classes. I have chemistry first thing in the morning."
"I'm not going to ask you how you knew that," said Holmes as Kathryn knocked the large door with a brass knocker. "That was a very good deduction from the stains on my fingers. Chemistry is a very interesting class, and the professor is a very intelligent man."
"I look forward to the class. Well, it's getting late and I still have to unpack," said Kathryn as landlady inside opened the door. "I hope to see you there tomorrow."
"Good day, Miss Granger," replied Holmes, smiling.
Sherlock Holmes walked back to his dorm that evening in a pensive mood. The new girl, Granger, had fascinated him immensely. Holmes had never held a high opinion of the fairer sex, thinking that they were highly emotional and had no ability of having a logical train of thoughts for a prolonged period.
At first, Granger had struck him to be the same as the others of her gender: having more beauty than brains. She had struck him as being physically attractive, with her long, raven hair tied elegantly into a bun at the nape of her neck, and her emerald orbs scintillating as she looked at him.
He was extremely surprised, therefore, when she had not asked him how he had made his deductions about her and was even more astounded when the girl had used his own methods to discover his name and his subject of study.
A small smile formed upon his thin lips as he thought about the possible happenings on the morrow.
"Tomorrow is going to be an interesting day," he mused chuckling.
Kathryn looked around her new room as she finished unpacking her luggage, and sighed. The day had turned out to be far more interesting than she had originally anticipated. Kathryn had not even started school, yet she had already become acquainted with one of her future classmates.
"I shouldn't get myself too attached," she told herself firmly, thinking back to the horrible experiences of her past.
Shaking herself free from the depressing thoughts, Kathryn walked to a small, plain oak desk and picked up her chemistry textbook.
"Well, I might as well get prepared for tomorrow," she mused, before becoming immersed within the pages of the thick book.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock Holmes, or anything else created by Doyle or anyone else. I do own Kathryn Granger, to my delight!
University Life
Kathryn Granger stepped onto the platform on a dull, cloudy day, when the steel-colored sky threatened to touch the earth, and looked around. Her emerald eyes, framed with round, wire-rimmed glasses, slowly took in the scenery of what was to be her new home as her rosy lips formed a small smile.
Kathryn took a deep breath as she picked up her rather large trunk and prepared to enter her new life at the university. As she walked out of the small train station, she took out a detailed map of the campus and studied it intently. She found the main building of the college and started to make her way through the winding, crowd-filled streets.
Just as she turned the corner, she felt something collide into her and in the next moment, found herself sprawled on the ground, her map and trunk lying several feet away.
"Oh I'm so sorry, miss!" exclaimed a young man as he extended a long sinewy arm and quickly pulled Kathryn to her feet. "Are you all right?" he asked anxiously.
Kathryn promptly dusted off her pine green dress, picked up her belongings, and looked into the concerned iron gray eyes of a tall, gaunt man with an austere face.
"Yes, I am fine, thank you," replied Kathryn, slightly shaken.
"I apologize once again for bumping into you, I should have been paying more attention to the street. You are new at here, I perceive, Miss Granger. If there's anything you need, please feel free to ask."
Kathryn blinked at him in surprise for a few seconds before recognition dawned in her eyes as she glanced down at her map and trunk, which had her name inscribed on it. Turning her gaze back to the young man standing before her, she studied him carefully, noting the nametag attached to his lapel and the school papers in his hands, and replied:
"Thank you very much for your concern, Mr. Holmes," She replied with a smile. "Since you are a student here, could you please show me the way to the main administration building? I need to get a course, schedule and the key to my lodgings."
It was time for the man to stare incredulously before glancing down at his nametag, which had "Sherlock Holmes" inscribed upon it.
"Touché," said Holmes, turning to face Kathryn wearing a wry, sardonic smile on his face. "You are close to the administration building. Please, allow me to show you the way."
Holmes then turned on his heel and briskly walked down an adjacent street before impatiently beckoning Kathryn to follow. Kathryn sighed, before picking up her trunk and hurried after her new acquaintance.
Within twenty minutes, Kathryn had gotten both her schedule and the key to her new lodgings. Holmes had insisted upon showing her to her rooms. When they had arrived at the door of her new dorm, Kathryn pulled out her schedule and studied it carefully. She then glanced at her companion's acid-stained hands, before saying: "It seems that we share some classes. I have chemistry first thing in the morning."
"I'm not going to ask you how you knew that," said Holmes as Kathryn knocked the large door with a brass knocker. "That was a very good deduction from the stains on my fingers. Chemistry is a very interesting class, and the professor is a very intelligent man."
"I look forward to the class. Well, it's getting late and I still have to unpack," said Kathryn as landlady inside opened the door. "I hope to see you there tomorrow."
"Good day, Miss Granger," replied Holmes, smiling.
Sherlock Holmes walked back to his dorm that evening in a pensive mood. The new girl, Granger, had fascinated him immensely. Holmes had never held a high opinion of the fairer sex, thinking that they were highly emotional and had no ability of having a logical train of thoughts for a prolonged period.
At first, Granger had struck him to be the same as the others of her gender: having more beauty than brains. She had struck him as being physically attractive, with her long, raven hair tied elegantly into a bun at the nape of her neck, and her emerald orbs scintillating as she looked at him.
He was extremely surprised, therefore, when she had not asked him how he had made his deductions about her and was even more astounded when the girl had used his own methods to discover his name and his subject of study.
A small smile formed upon his thin lips as he thought about the possible happenings on the morrow.
"Tomorrow is going to be an interesting day," he mused chuckling.
Kathryn looked around her new room as she finished unpacking her luggage, and sighed. The day had turned out to be far more interesting than she had originally anticipated. Kathryn had not even started school, yet she had already become acquainted with one of her future classmates.
"I shouldn't get myself too attached," she told herself firmly, thinking back to the horrible experiences of her past.
Shaking herself free from the depressing thoughts, Kathryn walked to a small, plain oak desk and picked up her chemistry textbook.
"Well, I might as well get prepared for tomorrow," she mused, before becoming immersed within the pages of the thick book.
