Chapter Two - Sister?
Her room was small, but equipped with a bed, table, chair and wardrobe, she couldn't be more happy. All she had was her handbag as her departure hadn't been planned. She dumped it on her bed and decided that she should probably shower. After her shower she realised that she had nothing clean to wear, so she put her underwear back on and stuck her head around the door and shouted, "Sherlock, you don't happen to have an old t-shirt I could borrow do you?" She made a mental note to go shopping tomorrow, at least she'd bought her credit card.
"John does." And a confused splutter, obviously from John, was all that came back.
Curiosity getting the better of her, Raine wrapped a towel around herself and made her way into the living room to find out who the mysterious John with t-shirts was.
Apparently John was the flatmate Sherlock 'forgot' to mention he had. He was tall, but short in comparison to Sherlock, with short, neat blond hair, approximately 30, recently been sent home from the army in Afghanistan were he served as a doctor. Raine deduced with one look up and one down at John, "Hi," she said to John who appeared to have gone temporarily mute, "I'm Raine, Sherlock," she sent a glare in his direction, "didn't tell me he had a flatmate." John stayed silent and just stared, "Okay, um, well, I've only just met you but apparently you have t-shirts, would you mind if I borrowed one?" John, who had finally found his voice, muttered, "umm, sure, this way," and with that he took off up the stairs and Raine, with one last withering glance to a highly amused Sherlock, followed suit.
Garbed in an enormous t-shirt that almost fell to her knees Raine was comfortably nestled in a squishy armchair, questioning and being questioned by John and occasionally Sherlock. "Okay," decided Raine, "I don't know you and you don't know me and we're now living together so I think we should ask questions, to, you know, get to know each other a bit, you go first."
John looked slightly shocked but complied without protest, "Erm, okay, full name?"
"Raine Quinn York, yours?"
"John Harold Watson, siblings?"
"Two sisters, one older one younger, next."
"…it's your turn to ask me,"
"Yeah, but I already knew the answer so that would have been a waste of time," from the other armchair Sherlock smirked evilly.
"But, how? Oh God, please don't tell me you're like him, I can't live with two of you, errrgh!" Sherlock bust into fits of laughter and Raine giggled,
"Guilty," was all she could manage to say. Once Sherlock had managed to compose himself John spoke again,
"Go on then,"
"Well, you have one sibling, a sister called Harry, well Harriet but whatever, she's a couple of years older than you, you don't get on well but she wants to, you have other ideas as you don't approve of her recent behaviour or her drinking," when Raine said sister a half annoyed and have awestruck look flashed across Sherlock's face.
"Let me guess, phone right?" John said wisely spying it laying face down on the coffee table.
"You go it!" Said Raine with a smile.
"What…but how…how…that's not…sister?" Spluttered Sherlock. An evil grin spread across Raine's face,
"Does he look like he has an older brother to you?" As a natural reaction Sherlock looked at John and his face fell, "Damn, you're right." Meanwhile, it was John's turn to laugh and he was doing it side-splittingly so.