Set after fall fall may or may not be mentioned.
Kids in America in the adoption system refer to it as the system.
Mrs. Hudson maybe called Martha Hudson in the original books so her name is Martha.
As I was walking down baker street I smiled it was sunny and bright one of the rare days, and I got to visit a person who abandoned me. I haven't seen them in a while, and I'm nervous. If you saw me on the street you would think I was from around here. My hair is auburn, I have bright blue eyes, and still talk like I'm from England
As I walked up to a dark blue door with the number 221B on it I felt thrilled. When I knocked on the door a tall man, with blue eyes like mine, dark brown hair, and high cheek bones answered. As he opened the door to see me He yelled "Boring!" and started to shut the door when I punched him, it wasn't as hard as I could but I could tell it hurt, his arm would have a bad bruise tomorrow.
"I'm sorry, I seemed to have punched you while I was going to keep the door open." I looked at him with a smirk on my face He was steaming mad, and glaring at me with those eyes.
"What do you want," he said sullenly. I was going to speak when someone yelled from upstairs.
"What the bloody hell is going on down there Sherlock?"
"Quiet John I'm finding out."
"Ok is Martha Hudson here?" I asked knowing their conversation could go on for a while.
"Oh," Sherlock said surprised, "she's gone for the week."
"Ok, I'll just go back to my hotel and come back in a week," I said exasperated. John was down stairs by now.
"Wait, you came all the way here why don't you stay for some tea, and tell us why."
"John!" Sherlock yelled.
"Actually some tea would be lovely if I drank it but I prefer water, and I don't know if you'll believe my story, but it's all true." When I walked past Sherlock I smirked and he just glared on.
"So my name is John and his is..." John said waiting for Sherlock to say his name.
"Sherlock," Sherlock mumbled resentfully.
"Sherlock Holmes I presume," I said sounding business like, but smiling, "I'm Lucy, Lucy Hudson."
"Wait I thought Mrs. Hudson had no family?" John said confused.
"I think Sherlock has figured it out from the look on his face," I smirked as I said this knowing he was still annoyed with me and didn't want to say anything.
"Sherlock?" John asked never knowing him to turn down a chance to show off.
"Well from the stain on her shoes American, the way her bones have been broken over and over suggest abusive family or martial artist, from the way she can punch martial artist, she must be a black belt, because she just opened up a dojo not far from here, and before you ask she is Mrs. Hudson's niece."
"What? How?" John was obviously confused.
"Her husband had a brother and I'm his child he hid from his wife." I smiled like I said it a lot, and I was fine with it. "I was in the system until 5 years ago. It took me this long to find out about my aunt. So when exactly will she be back. She didn't leave."
"6:00 how did you know?" John was curious he thought only Sherlock could do stuff like that.
"I just observed that her pills were set out on the table." As I said this John looked amazed and Sherlock looked unchanged.
"Wow, Sherlock she's almost as good as you!" John was surprised.
"Ben, seni tekrar göreceğimi hiç düşünmemiştim (I never thought I'd see you again,)" As Sherlock said this he stared at her the only thing he recognized were her eyes.
"Mimi niliwaambia sisi ingekuwa, lakini hamkumwamini kwa ajili ya bima. jinsi gani kutambua mimi njia yoyote?(I told you we would, but you didn't believe for the did you recognise me anyway? )" I thought he might roll his eyes or laugh, but all he did was shake his head no. I took it as not now.
"Sherlock would you please talk in English!" John yelled exasperated.
"Sorry John I forgot there was a lesser mind in the room." As Sherlock said this John opened his mouth to retort when I started laughing Sherlock the smiled a little.
"Ik zie dat je de grap goed om te zien je nog herinneren dat ik je zou vragen om thee morgen, maar je haat het spul dus wat dacht je van een wandeling. We zullen bijna definantly worden aprehended door Mycroft. Hij heeft nog steeds een zwak voor je (or I see you got the joke good to see you still remember I'd ask you to tea tomorrow, but you hate the stuff so how about a walk. We will almost definitely be apprehended by Mycroft. He still has a soft spot for you)." Sherlock grimaced as he said it I wondered if he still had a soft spot for me to.
"Sherlock!" John said. I think we were getting on his nerves.
"Well I better get going." I said as I started walking towards my coat.
"Wait it's still another hour until Mrs. Hudson gets here." John was confused
"Oh I'll let you do clean up this time Detective." As I slipped out of the door I winked at Sherlock.
