Disclaimer: I do NOT own Sherlock (the show or original ideas by Arthur Connan Doyle) or any of the characters as much as I would LOVE to. I only own my OC, Ana.

Foreword: Okay! Here is the chapter in which my OC Anabell appears! Yay! I hope you like her, and, don't worry, she isn't always as optimistic as she may appear in this chapter… hope you like it!

Allons-y!

One

It Would Take A Miracle

Three weeks later…

Anabell Stuart was never one for favoring a quote-on-quote, 'normal life.' To her, living a normal life was close to the equivalent of living in a black and white world where everyone was exactly the same; same jobs, same clothes, similar names, dull expressions and daily routines that were scarily the same as the day before. That wasn't appealing at all. She always found ways to try and stray from what she called 'the path of normality'. Sure, they were usually small things, like going to a different coffee shop every morning for breakfast or taking a different route or mode of transportation home each night, but they made a difference for her.

Now, there was a reason that she did all of this. Anabell's life had been stuck with normal for a while. She had worked in the same pub in London for about three years now and she had been wearing similar, black waitressing uniforms for three years. Her childhood was stuck on the line between normal and interesting, shifting sides every so often. Both of her parents had worked at Scotland Yard, and whenever one of them acquired a case, that was when life strayed more towards interesting, the type of interesting that piqued Anabell's curiosity and made her want more of that life, not just a taste of it. From about the age of ten onwards, she wanted a unique life.

One particular night as she was cleaning a spot on the polished mahogany bar in the pub, she tucked a strand of unruly hair back into its place, a small sigh escaping her lips.

" Ana, I got you a newspaper like you've been asking for- nicked it off of an empty table." Commented her friend, Liz Jones. Her nickname for friends was indeed Ana, preferring that to 'Bell', which reminded her a bit too much of a certain Disney princess. Ana grinned at her friend, reaching out and taking the paper from Liz's hands and tucking her cleaning rag into the side of her waist apron.

" Thanks! God, who knew it was so hard to get a bloody newspaper once and a while?" Questioned Ana jokingly, rolling up the afore mentioned paper. Liz let out a laugh, swiping a strand of short black hair from her face.

" Well, in your life, I'm surprised you even find time to shop for groceries!" Liz teased as the two walked to the back, thankful that closing time had arrived. Ana rolled her eyes, smacking her friend with the newspaper. Ana only worked the dinner shift, which started around six and ended at about ten. She spent the majority of her free time going around the city, exploring new shops and going to museums, and reading; she absolutely adored reading. She tried to pick up a newspaper whenever possible, especially interested in recent crime reports and recently solved cases.

" Shut it, Liz. Just because I busy myself with interesting things and hanging out with my friends doesn't mean I loose time to get groceries." Ana commented with a role of her bright blue eyes. She yanked off her apron, tossing it onto her designated peg, and snatching her bright red coat. She pulled it on over her short-sleeved black button down shirt and matching black skirt, buttoning up the outdoor apparel.

Liz laughed in good nature at her friend. Liz had known Ana since high school. They were the closest friends anyone had ever had, basically sisters. She adored her best friend, but loved to tease her about things, but it was always playful, never fully serious. There had been a time where Liz had teased her about wearing the same pair of Converse every day, and that subject had lasted her about a year.

" Yeah, and why do you want the newspaper this time? To read about those suicides that were actually murders? Seems to be right up your alley, Ana! You are so obsessed with all that criminal stuff, you do know that, right?" She asked, grabbing her own black coat. Ana rolled her eyes, pulling a black knit hat from her pocket, placing it on her head. The two friends headed out into the cool evening air, walking down the street.

" Of course I know I am. I did study criminology and sociology, remember?" She asked, voice a tad quiet as she repeated the statement for what seemed to be the hundredth time ever.

" I know you did. And I'm still sorry it didn't quite work out." Liz said, nudging her friend's arm. Ana had indeed attended university for criminology as well as sociology and maybe the odd course for medical sciences. But, unfortunately, after two and a half years she was forced to drop out due to financial and personal reasons. The subject was always a bit touchy for her, but she'd mostly gotten over it.

" Eh, doesn't matter too much. I've got a good job and even better friends right?" Ana said, a smile returning to her rose pink lips. Liz smiled back.

" So, you didn't answer my previous question. Why the newspaper now?"

" Well, you know how I haven't been able to keep up with the rent for my flat? Well, I kind of need to start looking for a place I can share with someone and share the rent with. Figured I'd look for flat mate ads in the paper." Explained Ana as the rounded the corner where Liz's car was. What she didn't mention was that she'd been looking for about a month. Liz began to unlock the door, slinging her purse over her shoulder.

" You know you could always come stay with Robert and I." Liz told her. Robert was Liz's fiancé of about two years, the wedding only a year away. Ana smiled and shook her head.

" No, I'll let you two live in peace from my odd lifestyle. You know, different things every day and all that jazz."

" Well, do you at least want a lift home?"

" No, I took a ride from you last night. I'll walk." She gave a wave goodbye and began to head off down the street, her two-inch heels clicking on the pavement.

Ana hummed a nameless tune to herself as she passed people on the street. She gave pleasant smiles to them all, always trying to see positive things (not always succeeding), always trying to make someone's day better. She had enough of bad days in the past years of her life. She had always had the reputation to be the rather quirky girl who tried to smile through almost every situation, unless it was particularly grim and didn't deserve a smile or a laugh. She was humorous and she also was very serious at the same time. She wore interesting outfits that only she could pull off, she made smiles and laughs contagious and she was just plain interesting.

The thing was, behind the smiling and usually good attitude, there was something different. There was the sad side of her that was always there, always nagging at her, the reason she tried to smile as much as possible. The reason she acted happy when she was sad. The reason she was such a great actress. She always wanted others to be happy before she was. So she would feel like crap on the inside but appeared happy outwardly, but if that happy exterior changed someone's day, then the turmoil on the inside didn't really matter. So, she made herself feel better by being kind and optimistic, doing new things to keep away from the 'path of normality.'

Ana pulled out her iPod, putting in her earbuds, which were a bright yellow. She hit shuffle and the first song that came on was Count The Shadows by Chameleon Circuit. She smiled at the song and rounded the corner again. She then fiddled with the newspaper in her hands, desperately hoping that maybe this week she would find an ad that would be promising. The first ad she'd answered had turned out to be some man who at first seemed nice, but she got the bad feeling that he probably wasn't the best for her to move in with. So, moving on to the second ad, turned out the woman who had put it out was a tad bit obsessed with cats- she had about five. Third time's the charm, right? She certainly hoped so.

Ana ran up to her flat, most of her things already in boxes. Some were labeled keep, others were labeled toss. She flicked on the light in the kitchen and the one by the couch. She neatly tucked away her iPod and tossed her coat onto the couch along with her hat. She kicked off her shoes and lazily left them in the middle of the room. She set the newspaper on the arm of the blue couch and went to her room to change. She changed into a pair of red plaid pajama pants and a loose grey t-shirt that had a few holes in the sleeves and the hem. She then took the newspaper and a pen and went to her kitchen table to start searching the ads.

Ana began to flip through the pages, finding the right one. She began to scan the ads, dark hair falling in waves around her face, cheek leaned into her palm. She pulled the pen cap off with her teeth and circled one, sighing lightly. She circled two more and was about to give up for the night when she looked at a solitary ad in the corner. It read like this;

Room for rent at 221b Baker Street

Will include a private bedroom with a shared kitchen, bathroom and living room area. Would be shared with two other flat mates and the bills and rent will be split between the three. If interested, please contact me, at this number or email.

Both mobile number and email were listed. Ana continued to read.

For more details, I will set up a meeting with potential takers. Thanks much,

John Watson

Ana grabbed a note pad and scribbled down the number. She took her mobile and flipped it over a few times in her hands. Glancing at the watch on her wrist, she saw it was ten fifteen. She could call, but it could very well be that the man, John Watson, was asleep. She pondered the choice for another moment.

" What the hell." She muttered, dialing the number, walking to her fridge to grab a bottle of water. After a few rings she was about to hang up and cut her loses for the night. But then, the other end was picked up.

" Hello?" Asked a kind male voice. Didn't sound tired or disgruntled, so maybe he didn't mind a late call.

" Hello, is this John Watson?" She asked.

" Yes, may I ask who's calling?"

" My name is Anabell Stuart, I know this is a bit late at night, but I saw your ad in the newspaper for a flat mate. I was wondering if it still stands?" She asked, hoping that she didn't sound too eager. There was what seemed to be a disbelieving pause on the other end.

" Um, yeah, it still stands. Are you interested?" John asked.

" Yes, I am."

" That's… that's great! Could we set up a meeting for tomorrow perhaps?" John asked.

" Of course! Could you do lunch?" Ana asked.

" Yeah! I'll figure out a place to meet and I'll text you the address, sound good?"

" Of course! I'll see you tomorrow then!"

" See you tomorrow. Have a good night, Miss Stuart." John said in a happy voice. She smiled.

" Good night, Mr. Watson." She hung up and stretched. Watson… John Watson, that name sounded familiar… where did she see it before? Could it have been in a… newspaper article? No, it was somewhere online… So, pulling out her laptop, hoping it wasn't too odd to search up his name, she stumbled upon a particular blog…

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John was pulling on his tan coat, standing up from his chair by the fireplace. Sherlock sat on the couch, violin in hands, plucking at the strings, staring at nothing and was obviously deep in thought. John made his way towards the door, but was stopped by his friend.

" Where are you going?" Asked Sherlock. John ran a hand over his face.

" I'm having lunch." John replied, facing him, praying that he wouldn't question too much. Sherlock's brow furrowed and he looked over at John, who now looked anxious to leave. Lunch? He was going out to lunch, but he could easily eat in the flat. Therefore, he must be having lunch with someone.

" Who are you having lunch with?"

" Someone called about the flat mate ad last night, and I'm meeting them today to speak over lunch." John explained, with an exasperated sigh. Sherlock made a sound of disinterest as he stared at nothing again.

" They have to be interesting. And not annoying like Anderson. In fact, if they even remotely resemble Anderson in any way possible, tell them to forget about the offer." Sherlock told him. " And they can't be distracting. And-"

" If they seem decent, I will bring them here to meet you and then you can run your laundry list of what they can and can't be, alright?" John said, cutting Sherlock off, opening the door. " Good bye, Sherlock!" The door shut behind him.

That was the conversation that passed between the two men just before John had left. He was now standing outside a café, hands in his pockets, looking around. He'd texted Anabell, the potential flat mate, where he was standing, and was eagerly awaiting for her arrival. Now, he knew this was going to be a challenge with Sherlock. If Anabell turned out to be their new flat mate, then it would take a hell of a load of convincing to get Sherlock to accept it. And, knowing him, he would scare her off by analyzing her right on the spot, especially now that he had no cases to work on, and the excitement of what John had called 'A Study In Pink' had died down, since it had been just about over a month ago.

Ana was walking towards the chosen café, and she spotted one man standing by the doors. He looked very kind, his blond hair reminiscent of military style. His blue eyes scanned his surroundings, his hands shoved into his green jacket pockets to keep his hands warm. She was guessing that this man was John Watson, he did tell her he'd be waiting outside the café.

John's eyesight fell on a woman who was walking towards him, her nearly black hair fluttering in the breeze as it fell in waves that curled towards the bottom. Her coat was bright red and buttoned up with a row of silver buttons. Earrings that looked like peacock feathers but were composed completely out of beads hung from her ears, and a golden chain hung around her neck with a rose shaped pendant on it hung around her neck. She was about his height, maybe a bit taller. She smiled at him as she came closer.

" John Watson?" She asked. John smiled, nodding.

" Anabell Stuart?"

" That's me." She said, holding out a hand, and he shook it.

" I'm thrilled you're interested in the room. Shall we step inside?"

Soon the two sat at a tiny table by a window, two mugs of steaming coffee in front of them. They had both shed their jackets, enjoying the pleasant warmth of the café.

" Right, so…" John said after taking a sip of his coffee, his expression and the tone of his voice a bit awkward. Anya received the impression he didn't know what to ask or talk about in order to basically 'interview' her. She gave a comforting laugh, sweeping a strand of unruly hair away from her eyes.

" So, I should probably do a basic overview of myself." She said helpfully. He gave a nod to tell her to go on, a look of thanks washing over his kind face. " Well… let's see… I try to be fairly optimistic, I won't deny I have a temper, but that's only if I get truly upset and that doesn't happen too often. I don't seem to bother people, but I guess that would vary from person to person. I work nights at the Fox Run pub, so I usually tend to do things either at home for half the time I'm not at work and the other half I spend trying to do new things. I absolutely love books and am usually quiet. I do, however, play piano, but I don't play that often." She made a face. " I sound relatively boring…"

" No! You're a very relaxed and interesting person, which, quite frankly, is what my flat mate and I need…." John mused, running a hand over his face, which suddenly seemed tired and a bit stressed. " Mostly me though. You see… my flat mate's a bit… odd, to say the least. Interesting, really." John informed her. Ana gave a small smirk.

" His name is… Sherlock, right?" She asked, recalling the second man's name from John's blog. She'd read only the first post or two that detailed the moments he met Sherlock before turning in for the night, but he seemed definitely like an interesting man. John pulled a face of disbelief.

" How did you..?"

" This may sound odd, but I thought your name sounded familiar, and I remembered I stumbled across your blog a few weeks ago, so I pulled it back up once I remembered and read a few posts. They're all very well written, may I add." She admitted, a light pink blush spreading across her cheeks from admitting she'd looked him up. To her surprise, he smiled.

" Thank you, and yes, his name is Sherlock. He's… well… how did he put it? Oh! A high functioning sociopath. He does have a bit of trouble… well…" John was stumbling for the correct the words in order to put things lightly as not to scare Ana away, seeing as she seemed to be their best option for a flat mate.

" He has trouble playing well with other children?" Ana suggested with a small laugh. John let out a laugh as well.

" Very well put, actually." John told her, a grin plastered onto his face.

By the time they'd finished lunch, both had agreed that she would come by the next day to meet Sherlock and Mrs. Hudson, though John assured her Mrs. Hudson would love her. Both got to know each other better, and John thought she'd be perfect as a flat mate, he'd just have to convince Sherlock the same… it would take a miracle if he could.

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Arriving back at 221b, John stepped inside, tossing his jacket onto the back of his chair before sitting down, relaxing. Sherlock was in the kitchen, hunched over his microscope, fiddling around with the knobs on it.

" So, is this particular person better than the others?" Sherlock asked, his deep voice a monotone.

" Yes. She'll be meeting you tomorrow." John said, waiting for Sherlock's comments. Sherlock's head snapped towards John, his eyebrows furrowing, mouth open a bit. She? He thought. John just said she.

" John, you said she. We cannot have a female flat mate!" Sherlock told him, standing up quickly and marching into the room, staring down at John. John wearily looked up at him, sighing.

" Remind me why? I know you've said something to the similar affect about women before, but I've forgotten."

" Women cause distractions for everyone. Whether it's what they're wearing or their hair or relationships or friends, they complain. Women can distract anyone, and I highly doubt this one will be any different." Sherlock explained, pacing. Why did John never listen?

" Sherlock, she is different. She's incredibly calm and didn't fuss once about anything when I was having lunch with her. Give her a chance, Sherlock, I think you might like her." John pleaded, his forehead creasing with worry that Sherlock would be downright against it all. Sherlock whirled to face the doctor, eyes narrowing.

" Fine. But if she complains once when I meet her then she's out the door." And with that said, he marched back to the kitchen and sat down, sulkily peering into his microscope, muttering something that sounded like, " Won't be different at all…"

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When the doorbell rang at 221b Baker Street the next day, all, save Sherlock, were apprehensive. John had assured Sherlock that the potential flat mate wasn't remotely like Anderson. That was one good step. Now he just had to meet them.

Ana waited on the doorstep of the flat, staring at the gold numbers on the black wooden door. She had her messenger style bag slung over her shoulder, her uniform tucked into it. She was tapping her Converse clad feet on the stone beneath her, waiting for the door to open. When it did open, the kind face of an older woman greeted her. Her hands were slightly wrinkled and her short hair was a greying shade of red and blonde. She smiled, her kindly wrinkled face lighting up with happiness.

" Oh, you must be Anabell!" She said gesturing for her to come in.

" That's me, but please, call me Ana." Ana said with a smile. She found herself pulled into a hug, and she gave a small hug back, surprised by the woman's kindness.

" I'm Mrs. Hudson the landlady. I'm so pleased you're interested in the extra room!" Mrs. Hudson said with a grin, leading Ana up a set of stairs. " I hope the boys will be kind."

" I'm sure they will, thank you, Mrs. Hudson." Said Ana as the kind landlady opened a door at the top of the stairs, gesturing for her to go in. Ana slowly stepped in, taking in the room.

Now, 221b Baker Street was a character in itself. The wall directly in front of her faced out to the street, two tall windows set into it, the wall a nice shade of green. Between the two windows a black bison skull was mounted, and a pair of headphones was placed onto it. The wall to Ana's right was wallpapered with a fleur de lys trellis pattern, which appeared to be a chocolate brown on a slightly metallic background that varied from a pale aqua and cream. The wall to her far left was brown with a similar pattern, and it housed a mirror, a fireplace, a television and a few bookshelves. A violin was propped up by one of the windows next to a music stand, obviously waiting to be played.

The mantle had an assortment of different items upon it, the most prominent one being a human skull. The bookshelves were chock full of different books, some falling off the shelves, some neatly in place, and it was completely full, a few piles of books taking residence on the floor. Some of the books seemed old with worn spines and others looked barely touched. A table sat between the windows, full of papers and various other items, including a laptop a mug, and what looked like some playing cards. The wall to her right had a skull painting mounted on it, the blank eyes staring out into nothing, a couch situated against the wall underneath it, and a cluttered coffee table sitting in front of it. Two chairs were angled towards the fireplace, the one on the left currently occupied by John, the one on the right vacant, but with a tall man standing beside it, facing the fireplace.

All in all, the flat already seemed like organized chaos, but it was comfortable and welcoming. It was a place that made Ana want to stay, and she'd only seen the front room.

Noticing her standing in the doorway, John smiled at Ana, and walked over to her, shaking her hand again.

" Good to see you again, Anabell."

" Just Ana is perfectly fine." She told him, smiling back. She removed her coat and John courteously took it and hung it on a coat rack by the door, and she placed her bag on the floor.

" Right then. Sherlock, this is Ana Stuart, Ana this is Sherlock Holmes." John introduced, walking back towards Sherlock, pausing in front of the kitchen, where Ana paused as well.

" Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Holmes." Said Ana. Sherlock didn't look over at her. He sat there, staring at the wall, back to her.

" How recently did you break your ankle?" Sherlock asked, his deep voice resounding around the room. Ana blinked for a moment, honestly caught off guard. John immediately sighed.

" Um… Two years ago. How did you know that?" She replied. Sherlock turned and stared at her, and she returned the stare.

Sherlock was a very tall and thin man, appearing not much older than she, his body adorned in a well fitting dark purple button down, which was completely buttoned up except for the top two buttons, along with black trousers and a black suit jacket. He had pale skin that contrasted greatly with his black curly and unruly locks of hair, which fell onto his forehead. He peered at her with ice blue eyes and he had very high cheekbones.

" You hold your weight to your right leg, favoring the non injured side. It's getting better, may I add. And it was probably inflicted by a car crash." Sherlock told her, his voice staying on one tone and constantly peering at her.

Her hair was swept behind her ears, a pair of earrings that looked like dragons wrapping around the outside of her ears able to be clearly seen. Her sweater was a tad too big, Sherlock noticed, and immediately he began to make deductions about who she was.

" Sherlock, Ana would like to rent out the spare room." John said to break the relatively awkward silence.

" Obviously." Sherlock said with a roll of his eyes. He looked back to Ana. Her fingers toyed with the sides of her jeans, and he guessed that was a nervous habit. " You're nervous." It had been a statement, not a question. She let out a small laugh, a smile pulling at her lips.

" Of course I am, I've been looking to rent a flat for a few months, I'm just hoping to not come off a socially awkward." She said. Sherlock glanced at John.

" Has John told you about me?"

" Yes. And I find it extremely interesting about how you observe things, Mr. Holmes." She said honestly. He smirked. " However nervous I admit I am to ask this, what can you observe about me?"

" Not many people are happy with what I say I find." Sherlock said in a monotone, already looking her over at rapid speed.

" Go ahead." Ana said. John internally groaned as he shut his eyes, waiting for the worst.

His eyes quickly flitted over her form as well as her coat and bag a few feet away. The bagginess of her clothes suggested self-image issues, and she was defensive, he could see that by the way she now had her arms crossed over her chest. There was a callous on the fourth finger of her right hand, obviously a writing callous. He also caught a look of a name tag attached to a black shirt in her bag along with a newspaper flipped to an article about the case he'd just solved (causing him to smirk mentally). He also caught sight of a museum pamphlet and he took in the unique earrings and the odd necklace and watch she wore. Her shoes were old and worn, and he could guess they were a few years old. His gaze snapped back up to her blue eyes.

" Alright then. You're in your mid to late twenties, I'd say… twenty seven. You live alone here in London, are having financial troubles and work at that pub a few streets down. You don't own a car and usually walk anywhere you go. You write a considerable amount by hand, probably in a journal or for leisure, but also writing down orders when you waitress at work. You enjoy visiting museums and reading about crime. You hate blending in, so you take small measures to stand out. You come off as very optimistic and kind, which you are, but there's a side to you that you don't like people seeing." Sherlock said, stepping a bit closer. Ana's face went dead serious all of a sudden, not sure if she was going to be okay with what he said next. " You always worry about a number of things whether it be work or friends or relationships, however you never say anything about it out loud, which is a bit strange. You have considerably low self-image, but you've managed to keep your confidence high regardless, which is tough to do. You had something rather tragic happen to you when you were younger, probably the death of a parent, maybe both. You try to keep your worries and your pain hidden away, but every once and a while when something bothers you just a bit to much you snap and that results in a temper, am I wrong?" Sherlock asked, tilting his head to the side, staring at her.

Ana was silent. She stared up at him, being maybe only a few inches taller than John, she still had to stare up at Sherlock. Her eyes were a tad glazed, her breathing slightly ragged.

Obviously what I said effected her. Good. I was right. He thought to himself. She blinked a few times and let out a breath. John had his hand over his eyes, shaking his head. Sherlock had gone and scared off the only person who would probably ever consider taking the room. Mrs. Hudson stood in the doorway, a sad look on her face. Sherlock waited for an answer, an eyebrow raised. Then, through the tense silence, Ana spoke.

" Amazing. You got all of that right." She said quietly, much to everyone's surprise. At the least, everyone expected her to say 'piss off' as most people did. " May I ask how you knew?" Sherlock had been hoping she'd ask. He began to explain.

" You obviously live alone because why else would you be looking to rent a flat? Also, I know you have financial troubles because you're looking to share the rent. As for where you work, you're name tag is pinned to your bag and it has the logo of the pub a few blocks down on it, and seeing as the clothes that are stuck inside are black, you're a waitress. The shoes on your feet are old worn on the soles showing that you do a considerable amount of walking, in fact, you walked here today from your flat. There's a callous on the fourth finger of your right hand right where a pen or pencil would rest if you were writing, therefore, you write a good amount. There is a pamphlet sticking out of your bag from the London museum and the newspaper in your bag is turned to an article on a recently solved crime. You're earrings are extremely unique, and that shows you want people to notice them, but maybe only get a passing comment, because too much attention and you get a bit uncomfortable. As for how I know you worry and have low self-image, the way you stand betrays it- you hold yourself in a defensive position, and you're clothes are all a size too big, it's like you're trying to hide. However, you hold your head high and push through, showing how confident you really are. Now, the watch on your wrist is obviously a man's watch, most likely your father's. You wear it every day due to the ware on the inside of it. The necklace around your neck doesn't appear to be your style, so it was probably your mother's, and you also wear it every day. The only reason you'd wear both those items every day is if both of them had died, most likely one when you were younger and one more recently. Now, as for the temper, as I was speaking, you clenched your jaw and shut your eyes as if you were holding back a shout, which you repressed. You were controlling your temper. Did I miss anything?" Sherlock explained, then once more ended with a question. Everyone watched her as she blinked a few times.

A small smirk appeared on her face.

" I'm actually just about to turn twenty seven and I do work at Fox Run as a waitress, which is only a few blocks away. All of that was right. My mother died of a heart attack when I was sixteen. My father died of a fatal gunshot wound about four years ago, which was one of the reasons I had to stop attending university." Ana said, taking a deep breath.

" I'm so sorry…" John said quietly. She gave him a sad smile.

" It's okay, his job had that risk. I got to say goodbye though, he died in the hospital." Sherlock, who had one arm crossed over his torso, the other hand resting on his chin, snapped his attention over her, another connection being made.

" Your father, was he a police officer?" Sherlock suddenly asked.

" Worked for Scotland Yard, both of my parents did." She said.

" You went to university to try and work for Scotland Yard, didn't you? That would explain such an interest in the crime articles." Sherlock said. She smirked.

" You really don't miss a thing, do you?"

" Not particularly, no."

Ana let out a laugh, her mood returned to the way it had been before, once more surprising everyone in the room.

" Absolutely amazing." Ana commented. Sherlock gave her a look, brow creased. Only one other person had responded this way… and it had been John.

" You think so? Not many people believe that and say differently."

" And what would they say?"

" Piss off." Said John and Sherlock at the same time. She smiled and stifled a laugh pretty well. Sherlock looked at her once more before turning and striding across the room to pick up his violin.

" Now, I play the violin when I think and sometimes I don't talk for days on end. Would that bother you? Potential flat mates should know the worst about each other." Sherlock said, grabbing the bow for the violin. John stared at his friend's back in disbelief. He was actually… okay with Ana? This had to be a miracle, an absolute miracle. At first, when John had mentioned that their potential flat mate was, in fact, female, Sherlock protested greatly that 'women can distract anyone, and I highly doubt this one will be any different.' So this was definitely a miracle. The only question was, is Ana okay with Sherlock being as nosy and prying as he is?

Ana smiled a bit.

" That doesn't bother me one bit." She told him, effectively shocking everyone in the room for a third time.

" Good." Was all Sherlock said in reply, staring out the window, slowly lifting his violin.

" So… you'll be taking the room?" John asked slowly and cautiously. She looked over to him and grinned.

" You've got yourself a new flat mate." Ana told him. He grinned back, visibly relaxing. " Than you, Mrs. Hudson, Mr. Watson, Mr. Holmes."

" Oh, call me John. Call him Sherlock as well, no need to formalities if we're going to be flat mates. You can start moving in whenever convenient as well as sign a few papers." John said. Ana gave a nod and checked her watch.

" Sounds great- I'll start bringing stuff by tomorrow. I'll have to go though, need to get to work. Thank you again!" She said walking to the door, receiving another hug from Mrs. Hudson as she grabbed her coat and bag. " Good bye Mrs. Hudson, John, Sherlock."

He then looked away, face stoic once more, and he dragged the bow across the strings, playing a melody. Ana shook her head in disbelief, stepping out of the door, not sure of what she might have just gotten herself into.

After Ana left, John stared at Sherlock, honestly pondering his change of heart.

" Sherlock, you just accepted to letting a woman be our new flat mate, what changed?" He asked, sitting down and grabbing his newspaper. Sherlock paused in his playing and glanced back at him.

" She intrigues me. You were right, there is something different about her… I don't know what, but I think that maybe I'll be able to figure out what…" And with that said, he dragged the bow across the strings, strains sounding throughout 221b as John rolled his eyes and looked down to his newspaper.

And so began the beginning of a great adventure, all brought on by moving into the flat of 221b Baker Street.

Afterword: Wow! There is chapter one! I'm really unsure if this is good or not, so… yeah. I spent about a week writing and rewriting this so I hope it came off okay! I also hope Ana doesn't seem too perfect, cause I know in this chapter she seems maybe a bit too optimistic, but trust me, you'll see a sarcastic side to her and a serious and even an angry side to her if you stick around to read more!

Please review! I'd like to know if I should continue this or not! I'd love to, but I'm a bit scared to XD I'd also like to know how you like it, and, if you'd like to read more. Please, nice reviews, by the way, those make me confident and happy =) Thanks for reading!

~ Mary