Rosewhip889: I have been obsessed with this idea since I watched the new Sherlock Holmes movie. (Damn, talk about hotness with Holmes!) Since this is my first story about the movie, please pm me anything that I get wrong; I'm still not sure about Holmes's attitude and personality.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SHERLOCK HOLMES; I MERELY OWN THE OC.
Summary: At age 6, Leona was orphaned by Moriarty when he killed her parents. Ever since she's disguised herself as a boy to survive in London streets. However, her grandmother finds her and, keeping Leona's secret, brings her to live with her at Baker Street 221B. There she meets the two-man team that she thought she'd never meet: Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson. Keeping up her disguise, she informs them of her quest and, at the mention of Moriarty, they join her. As they hunt down the man responsible for her parents' death, she discovers something that she'd given up on a long time ago: love… in the form of an eccentric detective. HolmesxOC rated M for mature content; contains adventure, drama, mystery, comedy, eventual romance, humor and tragedy and this story takes place after the movie.
She's The Man!
Chapter One: Moving
~STORY START~
~LEONA'S P.O.V. ~
"So dear Leona, how was your day?" My father asked and I looked up at him happily.
"It was great! Mum took me to the park where I met other kids, but I didn't like them; they were too dull and all they talked about where boys and the tea parties that they would hold when they were all grown up." I said, wrinkling my nose in disgust, and my father boomed out laughing.
"That's my girl, always unconcerned about her future involving a man." He said, reaching out and ruffling my short brown hair, and I giggled. "So, are you ready for a magic show?" He asked and as I jumped up and down in excitement, my mother entered the room, clothed in traveling clothes. Upon seeing my excitement, she laughed.
"Darling, must you always get her excited like that?" She asked and my father snorted.
"Of course not. Now, my main two ladies, will you allow me to escort you to the magic show?" He asked and I stared at him.
"No daddy, you escort mum; I'll escort myself." I said and my parents laughed as we left my home.
About halfway there, we were stopped by several men, one of them wearing a hooded cape.
"Mr. Marnes, you have something I need." The man in the cape said and I hid behind my parents; my father always made sure to keep me out of sight.
"I have nothing for you Moriarty, now leave me and my family alone." My father snarled and I stared at his back in fear; I've never heard him talk like this before! I heard a man sigh, followed by a click and then what sounded like thunder filled the air. Next thing I know, I'm staring down at my mother's body; her soft brown eyes were wide open and there was a hole in her forehead.
"Are you sure that you don't have anything for me? I mean, I believe that you hold a certain ingredient that I require in order to finish my plans." I heard the man Moriarty speak as I heard another click and my father said nothing; Moriarty sighed. "So be it, but it is your fault that your child will be an orphan; you at least would've still been alive if you had only given me what I wanted." He said and another thunder-like sound filled the air.
As I watched, my father's body slowly hit the ground and-
The sound of a cracking whip snapped me awake and I bolted up right, panting as I trembled. Ever since that night almost 20 years ago, I haven't been able to get the events out of my dreams; no matter where I go, that night shall forever haunt me. Perhaps that's why I can never attend a magic show, even though I've never seen one. I sighed and rubbed a hand over my lean, haggard face; even though I was a woman dressed up as a man, I'd always been boyish in my looks; I'd inherited half of my looks from my father, his eyes, hair and build; I still had to bind my chest, but not a whole lot because they weren't very big; in fact they were quite small. Looking up into the sky, I thought about my life and the dreams of becoming a detective, which had gone down the drain.
Sighing, I looked away and lowered my face into my hand when I heard the screech of a carriage stopping. I looked up and froze; approaching me was a woman well into her fifties with brown eyes, fair skin and blondish-brown hair pulled back into a bun with curls by her eyes. I knew this woman, it's just been years since I'd last seen her; it was my father's mother, my grandmother.
She stopped in front of me and stared down at me while I stared up at her. For a few minutes neither of us said anything. Then, she was the first one to break the silence.
"What should I call you as? By your appearance I'd dare say that you've completely hidden who you really are which is a shame; I bet that if we tried we'd get you a husband in no time." Grandmother said quietly and I sighed.
"Leo, grandmother. However, when nobody's around, you may call me Leona. It's… good to see you." I said and she pursed her lips.
"20 years, Leona. It's been 20 years since I last saw you. What have you been doing, living in the streets since you were 6?" She exclaimed and I winced; I guess I pissed her off.
"I've been looking grandmother. I've been searching for the man who killed my parents: Professor Moriarty." I said and she closed her mouth, her lips a thin tight line.
"Leona… you're coming with me." She finally decided and I gave her an incredulous look; was she mad? "You will live with me at 221B Baker Street; you will also get a job and I will supply you with clothes. Now come along Le-what on earth is that?" She changed topics mid-sentence and I looked over my shoulder before grinning. Staring at her was a mutt, a bitch. The dog had short, coarse fur the color of ash and patches of brown and white here and there.
"She's my companion; has been ever since I found her abandoned as a puppy in the street two years ago." I said, standing up, and Grandmother stared at her in shock.
"The poor thing. What's her name?" She asked and I beckoned the dog over; she came willingly, pressing herself up against my legs.
"Lady." I said and Grandmother smiled at Lady, who proceeded to wag her tail.
"All right, bring the poor thing with you; one of my tenets has a dog who he's constantly trying to kill." She said and I lifted an eyebrow; interesting.
"If he's trying to kill it, then more than likely he's trying out potions and other things that he's created." I said and she stared at me before laughing.
"You may like him then; you'll be taking over the room that his partner used to live in; the man's gotten married and now lives with his wife." She said as she made both me and Lady climb into the carriage and I cocked an eyebrow before shuddering. She climbed in, closed the door and then tapped the wall; the carriage lurched forward and we were on our way to Grandmother's house on Baker Street.
The ride over was quiet, with the exception of Lady's panting, and then we eventually arrived at a white building with a black lamp over the door with 221B printed on it. The door underneath the lamp was just one of many; it appeared that the entire building was split up and that Grandmother owned 221B. The carriage stopped and Grandmother got out, with Lady following. I hesitated for a few minutes, but eventually got out of the carriage and walked up the steps to the door; behind me I heard the carriage depart, as if finalizing what was happening.
When I reached Grandmother, she smiled at me and then opened door; behind it was chaos. The minute we entered it, a woman-a maid from her clothes-approached her at a rush.
"He's pulled out the gun again, madam." She said and from where I stood I could hear what sounded like gunshots; they appeared to be coming from the room on the right on top of the stairs. I heard Grandmother sigh; I looked at her.
"What's the matter, Grandmother?" I asked and the maid looked at me.
"It's him again; firing off that gun and playing the violin during odd hours of the night. I'm surprised that his colleague didn't leave sooner!" She fretted and I cocked an eyebrow before looking at Grandmother. "Mrs. Hudson, I won't take him his food or tea if he doesn't stop firing that gun of his!" She exclaimed and I closed my eyes; I could feel a headache coming on.
"Grandmother, may I help?" I asked and she pursed her lips.
"I don't know, Leo." She said and a maid-who happened to be carrying a tray that held a plate of eggs, toast and a cup of tea-rushed forward and thrust the tray into my hands; I caught it out of reflex and made sure that nothing fell.
"Please, Mrs. Hudson! None of us will do it, so it must be the lad." She said and Grandmother sighed.
"All right, but I'm coming up with you!" She said and I nodded.
"Yes ma'am." I said and I watched as she took a newspaper from a maid when the gunshots stopped; from the sound of it, it sounded like there were some raised voices coming from the door. Grandmother tapped me with the paper and I obediently followed her, aware of the fact that several of the maids' eyes followed me.
We stopped outside the room where Grandmother knocked and then promptly opened the door. The room beyond the door was a mess, even for a bachelor! There was a fireplace, a desk near it with a brown and white male bulldog lying past it; it looked dead. Papers were all over the place, a messily-made bed along with a couch was close to a window to the right of the door and when I stepped inside the room behind Grandmother, I saw a chair behind the door, along with more piles of stuff and by another window stood a man while another one sat in the dark.
The one standing up was dressed in a clean dark blue suit complete with a matching tie. He had short light brown hair, blue eyes and was clean-shaven except for a light brown mustache that graced the area between his upper lip and nose. Upon seeing us, he walked over and took the newspaper from Grandmother.
"Mrs. Hudson, I'm terribly sorry about the disturbance; Holmes just needs to find another case. And soon." He said and Grandmother nodded.
"Well I hope he finds one soon; otherwise none of the maids will bring him up and food or tea." She said and the man looked at me; I could see that he was confused as to why a guy was standing next to the landlady holding a tray that held food and tea. "Oh, excuse me, I forgot to introduce you. Dr. Watson, Mr. Holmes, this is my grandson Leo. Leo, the man in front of us is Dr. John Watson and the man in the chair is detective Mr. Sherlock Holmes." She said; I nodded to Dr. Watson and then caught dark brown eyes watching me. I looked and found the second man.
While Dr. Watson was dressed nicely and clean, the second man-who I guessed was Mr. Holmes-was the exact opposite.
He had shaggy black hair that was unkempt; it looked like the only time he brushed it was when he was made to. He had a layer of grey and black stubble and he wore a pair of black trousers, black shoes and a messy white shirt underneath a ragged-looking reddish-brown robe; all in all, he looked like an eccentric asshole. I allowed him to study me a little bit longer and then cleared my throat.
"Have you finished your exam of me or would you like a little bit more time?" I asked dryly and Grandmother sighed while Dr. Watson blinked in shock.
"I don't need any more time, considering I know all about you. You're 5'5" and you haven't any parents; they either abandoned you or forgot all about you and you ran away. Your hands are too small to belong to a man yet they have calluses from hard work and a long life in the street. You have no siblings and the mere fact that you're trying to hide your real gender is in cause for questioning itself; why are you trying to dress as a man, Ms. Leo?" He asked and I cocked an eyebrow as Dr. Watson stared at Mr. Holmes in shock and Lady growled softly.
"You're close, except for one thing: I'm not dressing up as something I'm not. I'm merely small for my age because of, as you noted, a hard life living in the streets. As for my parents, they were killed when I was six years old; I've been looking for their murdered ever since." I replied harshly, glaring at the detective, and Dr. Watson sighed.
"Holmes, must you make the grandson of Mrs. Hudson mad? From the looks of him he's all man; he doesn't have the appearance of a woman." Dr. Watson said and I bit back a yawn; I was tired.
"Well, while you two contemplate me, I shall leave your food and you two in peace." I said, placing the tray on the table and then looked at Lady. "Lady, come." I ordered as I left the room; she followed as did Grandmother.
"Leo, this is your room." She said and I somehow refrained from groaning; my room was right next to Mr. Holmes!
I know, I know, I know! I already have so many stories going right now, but this idea just would NOT leave me alone! And please if you notice any errors in the way that the characters act, please contact me and let me know! I want my stories to be as correct as possible!