New Beginning's
(Catrina's pov)
It was loud, so very loud. My ear drums were aching with each screeching car horn and every voice that rose from the busy crowd. Nose twitching, I inhaled the scent of car fumes and all sorts of colonels mixed together causing my stomach to turn. London was so different from Inverness, the air was too thick and the crowds moved so fast that everyone's faces seemed to blur. I could barely take it all in before I was rammed to the side by a loud, smartly dressed man. Finding my footing once more, I convinced myself that he only chose to not apologise as he was talking on the phone. However, I knew deep within my mind that that wasn't the truth at all but I cleared my mind of it and focused on the street in front of me. Although the weather was hardly ever sunny in Inverness, the skies of London appeared even greyer and everything seemed so robotic. Everyone knew where they were going, what route to take, what bus to get on and what address to say to the taxi driver of by heart. And here I was, the clueless Scottish girl with only two suitcases, her artwork and an address scribbled roughly on a coffee stained napkin from Costa in a sea of Londoners going about their business.
I grew more anxious as I stared at the words on the napkin, the numbers had ran a little after the coffee was split but it was still readable. Dad's handwriting was exceptionally neat for a man of his masculinity and carelessness. Exhaling sharply through my nose, I gripped my suitcases tightly, shoved the napkin back into the pocket of my dark red pea coat and swiftly made my way through the crowd. Noticing a taxi rank, I hopped straight into the back seat and smiled briefly before speaking, "221c Baker Street please." The driver smiled back in response and started on route to my destination. I let myself sink into the leather seat praying that this would go well.
(Mrs Hudson's pov)
Oh goodness, I hope she doesn't mind dust! There was no way in heavens I could clean up this old flat in time for the potential renter's arrival! I'd managed to get some new wallpaper put in to cover the plain walls to maybe make it look a bit more homely and I'd clean the fireplace so it didn't look as dirty. Looking around the room I rushed to the windows opening them to hopefully clear the air a bit. Finally someone wants to see the flat and it's a state! Placing a hand on my cheek, I shook my head slowly whilst I gazed around the room. Oh dear…I do hope this will do. Before I could do much else I heard someone at the front door.
*Knock, knock, knock*
Oh! That must be Sherlock and his new roommate. I'd completely forgotten about his new friend with the potential renter coming today. I was rather surprised in all honesty with Sherlock being how he is, that he'd managed to find someone to share his flat with in just a few days! Hopefully his roommate won't be another Sherlock, as much as I love the boy I don't think I could cope with two. Hurrying out into the hallway I wiped my dress of any dust before opening the door with a smile. Upon seeing Sherlock, I held my arms open and pulled him into a hug.
"Sherlock! Hello." He was in his usual black coat and blue scarf but he seemed a little thin…nothing some tea and biscuits can't fix.
"Mrs Hudson, Dr John Watson." Sherlock extended his arm out to a fellow standing next to him. He was slightly smaller than Sherlock but had a warm, welcoming smile with light blue eyes. The only thing noticeable about him was a cane which he leant on for support but it didn't faze me at all. After knowing Sherlock for quite some time nothing seemed strange to me anymore, only different.
"Hello, come in!" I beckoned him in with a movement of my hand. He smiled at me and replied with a thank you before stepping in. He seemed like a nice enough man and very human, which was good for Sherlock to be around! Who knows, maybe he'll learn from his new 'roommate' a bit. Thank goodness he wasn't another Sherlock.
"Shall we?" Sherlock stepped in after Dr Watson giving me a smile as he walked past. I shut the door and then followed them up the stars. After Dr Watson had looked around the living room seeming to be pleased with the flat, I turned to him with a smile and said, "Whatcha think then Dr Watson? There's another bedroom upstairs if you be needing two bedrooms." He frowned at me and then straightened his posture a bit as he replied, "Of course we'll be needing two…" Maybe the poor dear thinks I'd find that kind of life style unnatural, judging by his reaction.
"Oh don't worry, there's all sorts round here." I then lowered my voice into a whisper just to make sure only the boys could hear, "Mrs Turner next door's got married ones." Walking past Dr Watson into the kitchen I shook my head at the mess on the table and in the sink. "Tch, oh Sherlock look at the mess you've made!" Grabbing some cups from the sink I started washing up to make the place look a bit more presentable for Dr Watson. How that man can leave such a mess behind I could never understand. Sherlock and Dr Watson continued to chat in the living room about some website but I didn't pay it much mind. I hardly understood anything that Sherlock ranted about these days so I don't pay his conversations much attention anymore. Humming to myself, I glanced over to the newspaper by the cooker and read the headline, Serial Suicides. I left the cups to dry by the sink as I read over the story whilst slowly walking back into the living room.
"What about these suicides then Sherlock? I thought that would be right up your street. Three exactly the same-"
"Four" Sherlock interrupted me while he stared out of the window. "There's been a fourth and there's something different this time…"
I looked at him completely puzzled, "A fourth?" Sherlock didn't reply but just continued to stare out of the window at heaven knows what. After a second I suddenly remembered about our visitor. "Oh Sherlock?" Hearing my voice rise a bit with excitement, both Dr Watson and Sherlock turned to look at me. "There's a young lady coming to see about that old flat downstairs and I don't want you frightening her off. So please just be nice to her and don't do that thing you do when you meet someone. It frightens people sometimes you know."
"So you don't wish to know if she's had a history with drugs or perhaps owns a colony of pet squirrels? Because I for one wouldn't enjoy renting a flat to someone who owned one squirrel let only a whole colony of them." Shaking my head at him I folded my arms and looked at him in disbelief. "Oh honestly Sherlock, a colony of squirrels? That's a little silly don't you think? Besides I'm quite certain she would have mentioned that by now, just try and be nice okay dear?"
"I don't see a point but if it ends this conversation Mrs Hudson then very well. However if she turns out to be another blundering idiot then please do tell her to shut up or I will do it myself." I nodded with a small smile, for Sherlock that was quite a good response considering how rude he could be. Sometimes I just wish he could be a bit more human and to maybe stop leaving bloody heads in my fridge would be nice to.
Just as I was about to put the kettle on I heard two knocks at the front door. "Ah! That must be her!" I almost shouted in excitement as I walked down the stairs to fetch the young woman.
(Catrina's pov)
The taxi ride thankfully hadn't taken took long to get to Baker Street from King Cross station so I didn't have to endure my anxious thoughts in silence for an extreme length of time. Once I had paid the driver then made sure I had my luggage I left the taxi and stood outside the building. I paid no mind to the police cruiser that was parked along the pavement and focused on what was in front of me. It was a very tall building with white on the first level and then red brick on the remaining three levels. It didn't seem too fancy but it was quite pleasant to look at from the outside at least. I walked up to the front door and used the handle to knock twice before running my fingers through my hair in an attempt to look more presentable. Barely a minute had pasted before an elderly woman opened the door with a bright smile. Height slightly over 1.50 m, roughly aged 75-78, non-smoker, leaning on doorframe indicates a bone injury possibly hip due to age otherwise quite healthy. I gave myself a mental slap on the head before I let myself continue, I needed to stop doing that for goodness sake! It was becoming a bad habit.
"Hello I've uh, come to see about possibly renting flat 221c? My name is Catrina Bellstra." I smiled as I spoke, trying desperately to cover up the fact that I had stared at her for too long. She hadn't seemed to notice at all as her smile hadn't left her face as she replied in a sweet voice.
"Oh yes, Miss Bellstra we've been expecting you dear, I'm Mrs Hudson the landlady. Come in, come in!" Gesturing me in, I stepped into the hallway pulling my suitcases in with me. "I hope I don't offend you but I wasn't expecting you to be so pretty. With your lovely pale skin and red hair you look like an English rose!" I blushed at her compliment and quietly thanked her with a smile. Cheeks burning, I tried to focus on the hallway examining every detail. Judging from the hallway and the outside of the building it seemed to be a very well kept home although there was not much to say about the flat itself yet. Mrs Hudson then pulled out a set of keys from her pocket and walked to the other side of the narrow hallway. She looked at me with soft smile as I trailed a bit behind her.
"It's not much I'm afraid. Two rooms, a kitchen and a bathroom, I hope that'll be to your liking." I simply smiled in response as she unlocked the door and opened it. It wasn't that much. Just a room with an old fire place with a large window on the wall beside it. The walls were covered in a light sunshine yellow wallpaper and the beige carpet was a little dirty still but that could be easily fixed. Some new furniture, photos and a splash of colour and this flat would look as good as new. I smiled widely as I turned to Mrs Hudson who was tching at some dust on the doorframe.
"I'll take it! I'm a sucker for cosy flats and this is just perfect." Mrs Hudson looked slightly surprised by my sudden decision. "Are you sure you don't want to look at the other rooms before you decide dear? This old flats is a bit of a state-" I interrupted her with a wave of my hand.
"No, no, no Mrs Hudson this will do just nicely." Setting my suitcases down, I looked around the room thinking of all kinds of ideas to make the place look more homely.
"Oh it'll be so nice to have another female around. I love my boys to bits but nothing beats some female company don't you think?" I looked at Mrs Hudson a little puzzled. The boys? Given Mrs Hudson's age any sons of hers would be at least over the age of thirty. Surely no son would still be living with their mother at that age would they? "You have children?" I asked keeping my tone neutral. Mrs Hudson let out a warm laugh and shook her head from side to side. My brow furrowed.
"Oh no! Sherlock and John live upstairs dear. They rent flat 221b they're both quite nice boys I can assure you of that. Although Dr Watson's just moved in like yourself but he's a sweetheart I can tell. I'm quite a good judge of character you know!" Of course they aren't her children! Dear lord how could I be so silly. Before I could apologise Mrs Hudson asked with a grin. "Would you like to meet them?" My frown subsided and slight concern filled my mind. "Oh no, Mrs Hudson I wouldn't want to trouble them. I'd much prefer to-"
Mrs Hudson cut me off by taking my arm and gently pulling me along. "Oh nonsense! They'd love to meet their new neighbour. Oh and don't mind Sherlock he can be a bit strange at first but he is a lovely man." A bit strange in what way I began to wonder. I could barely even think before I found myself walking up the stairs and standing in front of the already open doorway of flat 221b.
"Yoo-hoo!" Mrs Hudson chimed before stepping into the room. I had already started to twiddle my thumbs anxiously before I had even entered their lines of vision. The room itself was quite cluttered, books and various sheets of papers were scattered on the floor and on the coffee table. There were two leather seats by the fireplace along with a leather sofa opposite them. The fireplace was old but clean with unique candles and some old books placed on the mantelpiece. Was that a human skull? The teeth appeared to be set into the sockets so it was definitely a real human skull…rather odd. Other than the skull there didn't seem to be anything else that could be considered strange in the boy's living room which oddly disappointed me.
"Dr Watson, this is Miss Bellstra your new neighbour. Lovely isn't she?" Taking a deep breath, I willed my brain to not look too closely at the men standing in the room with me. The man who went by the name of Dr Watson smiled and stood up leaning against a cane, struggling to get up on his own whilst the other looked out the window with his back turned to me. I paid this no mind. I glanced at his leg momentarily, there didn't appear to be any struggle in his leg…a psychosomatic limp caused by a recent trauma-
"Pleasure to meet you! I'm Catrina but my friends call me Cat." I cut my thoughts short before I could go on. John shook my hand firmly but kept his posture firm. Army stance, tan lines-
'Shut up!' I yelled at myself in my head. Thankfully my expression hadn't seemed to give away the domestic that was going on in my mind as John hadn't wavered in the slightest.
"The pleasure is all mine Cat and just John is fine." I let his hand drop and tucked a stray hair behind my ear. If I kept my hands busy then I wouldn't look closer than I should. Mrs Hudson placed a gentle hand on my shoulder and guided me a few steps away from John to face the back of the other male.
"And this Miss Bellstra, is Sherlock Holmes."
Author's Note – Hello reader! This is my first story on my new account and I do so hope you enjoyed the first little tastier. Please review if you did and feel free to live your comments/questions in your review. I read all my reviews and if there is a question wanting an answer then I shall answer them as soon as I can! If you'd like me to continue this story then please let me know so I can update as soon as possible! Thank you for your time and have a wonderful day.