Well, long at last. Here is my newest fic! This chapter is just a lead in on the drabbles and goes along with the first episode. It is mainly to establish their relationship and find out how John got her name. The other drabbles in the series will follow the events of the show, Sherlock, but it will not be going episode by episode, instead, they will just be snapshots of their life together. The cute, the funny, the not-so-cute and not-so-funny.

P.S. You do not have to read this chapter. It's kinda long, kind might be a tad but boring. PROCEDE to the next chapter if you would like. Or the third one. It's my fav so far. ;)

Oh, yes, I almost forgot about this.

I do not own Sherlock or any of its characters. :)

1. New Flatmate, New Name.

Jennifer H. Watson walked up to the address. 221B Baker Street. That's what the madman told her yesterday. She still couldn't believe she was actually going to do this. She was going to be some bloke's flatmate! And she didn't even know him! All she knew was that his name was Sherlock Holmes, and he was a genius.

He knew everything about her. He knew about her therapist, and how she served in Afghanistan. He knew about Harry and Harry's drinking habits. He called her limp psychosomatic, so he got that wrong, but still, he knew all of that by looking at her.

Jennifer knocked on the door, and the madman opened it. He looked exactly the same as the day before. He was tall and lanky with a mop of curly dark hair, and there was a fire in his eyes. A smile darted across his face as he opened the door for her.

"Come on in, Dr. John Watson." he said quickly. Jennifer stood there for a moment. Did he just call her John? She shook her head. No, a genius like himself, he wouldn't make that big of a mistake. Jennifer smiled and headed in after him. An elderly woman met her there with open arms.

"This is Ms. Hudson," Sherlock's rich voice said. "She gave me a great deal on the flat."

"I'd do anything for you, Sherlock." Ms. Hudson said, flushing slightly. Jennifer smiled again as the landlady led her up the stairs. Jennifer hobbled up the stairs, leaning on her cane. Her damn leg was acting up even more today. It ached. Her leg ached, and her shoulder ached, her head ached, ugh, her whole body ached. And she still felt the hot flashes coming and going from the previous night's nightmare. She let out a sigh. At least the flat was nice.

It was filled with papers and dishes...and what appeared to be chemistry sets, and oh God, is that a skull? Jennifer blinked. It was a skull.

"What do you think, John?"

Jennifer whipped her head around. Sherlock took off his long coat and threw it on a chair and pulled off his navy blue scarf. He looked at her and raised an eyebrow. "Do you like the flat?"

"Oh, yes." Jennifer said quickly. She was hearing things again. "It's...um, it's very nice. And I'm sure when it's cleaned up, it looks even better."
Sherlock looked like he had taken a blow, and Jennifer realized that this was the normal state of his living conditions. He began to pick up stacks of paper and move them to other areas.

"I'm sure I can straighten up a bit."

"It's lovely." Jennifer said.

"Mhmm." Sherlock mumbled, his attention drawn to the curtain. Jennifer watched him, not listening to what Ms. Hudson was saying. Sherlock's voice broke through her haze.

"There's been a forth. And it's different." Fourth. Fourth what? Damnit, she should have been listening. A man burst through the door. He was wearing a nice suit and his greying hair was combed nicely. He smiled at Jennifer, but turned his attention quickly to Sherlock.

"What's different about this one?" Sherlock asked.

"You know how they don't leave notes?" The man asked. Sherlock nodded his head slightly. "Well, this one did."

"I'll follow you." Sherlock said simply. The man nodded and walked out the door. With a clap of his hands, Sherlock leapt off the ground and let out a whoop.

Jennifer couldn't believe it. This man was laughing. He was like a kid on Christmas, and it was all about another suicide, if Jennifer was putting the pieces of the puzzle together correctly. Sherlock grabbed Ms. Hudson and planted a kiss on her cheek then ran off. Jennifer stood there. He had left. Just like that. There was nothing else. She collapsed into a somewhat clear chair and tried to position her leg into a more comfortable spot. Ms. Hudson stood over her and smiled at the door where Sherlock had been.

"He's like my husband, always up and about. I know your kind. You're more of the sitting down type. I'll go get you a cuppa while you rest your leg."

"Damn my leg!" Jennifer yelled. "Sorry, I am so sorry." She really was, but she was not the sitting down type. She hated having to sit and hobble and wobble at a snail's pace everywhere. She wanted to run again. She wanted to run and feel...she wanted to feel the adrenaline again. That's why she took the flat. Jennifer sensed something from Sherlock. He was dangerous. Her life would be full of adrenaline with him, but he left her. She was wrong.

"It's just..." Jennifer tapped her leg with her cane to prove her point. Ms. Hudson nodded her head.

"I understand, sweetie, I've got a hip." And she walked off. Jennifer sat back and sighed into her hand. The sound of a slamming door startled her. Sherlock was standing there. Jennifer stood up.

"John." He said. There it was again. Jennifer pushed it aside.

"What?"

"You're an army doctor." He stated.

"Yes." she replied, even though it wasn't a question.

"Any good?" Sherlock asked, looking her up and down. Jennifer took some of her weight off her cane as she stood up, trying to appear taller.

"Very good." she said hesitantly.

"Seen any injuries, then? Violent deaths?" he asked, getting closer to her. Jennifer couldn't help but feel that she was being tested. Of course she had seen violent deaths. She had seen men's limbs blown apart. She had to perform an amputation in the middle of the desert during a battle and lost her patient. She had killed people herself.

"Well, yes." Jennifer replied. She licked her lips. The deaths kept replaying in front of her eyes. She hated having to watch them die, but she...oh, she hated admitting this. While she was out in the field, she felt a purpose. She was running around in the chaos and felt at ease. Now, they stripped her of that chaos and she had no clue what to do.

"Bit of trouble too, I bet."

"Yes. Far too much. Enough for a lifetime." she said. She meant it. She had seen enough death. But she needed the chaos. She wanted it.

"Want to see some more, John?"

"Oh, God, yes!" Jennifer said. The fire in his eyes brightened, and he turned to run out the door. She followed him.

Jennifer sat next to Sherlock in the cab. He had not given her much information at all about where they were going, but he did tell her more about him. He called himself a "consulting detective". It was obvious this man was arrogant. But, he had gotten so much right. Almost everything about her.

"So, did I get anything wrong, John?"

"Well," Jennifer said, opening her door and clambering out. The police cars' lights were still flashing around the yellow tape surrounding the building. "Harry is an alcoholic, and we don't get along well." she said. "Harry and Clara broke up three months ago." Sherlock looked pleased.

"I don't usually get it completely right."

"Harry is short for Harriet." Jennifer said with a smug sound in her voice. Sherlock clenched his fist.

"Harriet. You have a sister, not a brother."

"Oh, and Sherlock-"

"A sister!" Sherlock hissed through his teeth. "There's always something."

"Sherlock!" Jennifer said loudly.

"What, John?" he asked.

"My name is Jennifer, not John." Jennifer said exasperated. Why was he doing that? Sherlock started laughing and held up the tape for her. What? Jennifer tried to press the matter, but Sherlock had moved on. They studied the body of the woman, and Sherlock, as the pattern continued from their first encounter, was brilliant. She couldn't help but saying so.

"John?"

"Hmm?" she replied. The woman was cold; her limbs were rigid. She was dead. Jennifer hadn't seen anyone dead in a long time.

"Her coat is slightly damp; she's been in heavy rain in the last few hours. No rain anywhere in London in that time. Under her coat collar is damp too; she's turned it up against the wind. She's got an umbrella in her left-hand pocket, but it's dry and unused: not just wind, strong wind, too strong to use her umbrella. We know from her suitcase that she was intending to stay overnight, so she must have come a decent distance, but she can't have traveled more than two or three hours because her coat still hasn't dried. So, where has there been heavy rain and strong wind within the radius of that travel time? Cardiff." Sherlock rambled on rather quickly, messing with his phone. Jennifer just stared at the body. Why couldn't she see all of those tiny, seemingly insignificant details?

"That's fantastic." she breathed. The other man, Lestrade, his name was.

"You do know you say those things out loud, right?" Sherlock asked.

"Oh right, sorry, I'll shut up." Jennifer said quickly.

"No...it's fine." Sherlock said.

It was the most eventful night that she had in a long, long time. She encountered Sherlock's greatest enemy, that turned out to be his brother, Mycroft, she texted a serial killer, Sherlock got into a battle of wits with a serial killer, and Jennifer had then killed said serial killer.

The best part was: she had been running. She ran without her cane all throughout London and up stairs, and she was able to shoot a handgun without shaking. And through that, Sherlock had proved that her limp was indeed psychosomatic.

He really was a know it all.

Sherlock opened the door to the Chinese restaurant for Jennifer. She walked in and was once again bombarded by the manager.

"Oh, Sherlock!" he proclaimed. "I see you finally got yourself a little companion."

"I'm not…I'm not…" Jennifer had been expecting for the guy to call her Sherlock's girlfriend. Everyone else had. She still couldn't see it. Did she just look like some love struck girl? Calling him fantastic and brilliant probably didn't help. Even Mycroft had made a joke about the two of them getting married by the end of the week.

"I'm…I'm John-Jenny-Jennifer." Jennifer corrected herself. "I'm Jennifer Watson." Sherlock snorted. that was a first. Tonight was just full of firsts. They sat down in the practically empty restaurant and...well, they just sat there. Sherlock was staring at her. She hated that. Jennifer sat there, unmoving. She wasn't going to squirm and let him win. Instead, she stared back into his eyes.

"Sherlock. My name is not John." Her voice was stern.

"And yet I called you John ten times before you said anything about it, and I continued to call you John all night until you just called yourself John. That means it only took calling you John thirty three times before your brain accepted it as a new name. You started responding to it by the twelfth time." Sherlock looked sly.

"You did that on purpose." Jennifer breathed.

"Yes I did, it was an experiment. I do those quite often" Sherlock said, crossing his hands.

"You were messing with my mind!" Jennifer exclaimed. She sat back and laughed. He had gotten in her head and messed with her. That was so not cool! That was very rude! And yet, she never second guessed it. How had he done that? Sherlock was staring at her still.

"Was that not good?" he asked. Jennifer kept laughing.

"That...was brilliant."

"Really?"

"Yes." Jennifer said again. "But never pull an experiment on me again without my permission."

"Alright." Sherlock said and rested his head on his hand staring out the window. After they ate, Sherlock grabbed his coat and thanked the manager.

"Come along, John. It's late. And I think I left my eyeballs in the microwave."

"You what?!" Jennifer, well, John said, chasing after Sherlock. Ever since that, her "new" name stuck. Alongside Sherlock Holmes she ran as John H. Watson.

Chapter 1 done! I hoped you enjoyed it, and now onwards for more giggles and snorts, or so I hope. I will no longer have author notes on each chapter, just to make it flow better. If you want more information on John and her life as Jennifer and about how I got the ideas for each chapter, feel free to check out my profile!

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