A/N: Yay the first chapters here! Took me a while to get the dialogues considering its a little too easy to get Sherlock OOC.
Well, this happens after Sherlock's told everyone who matters that he's back by the way, just in case anyone was wondering.
(And to all you chaps who put this on alert, thanks a LOT, it helps me continue writing)
"Sher-what?" Cecelia looked at him, confused. The man made an irritated noise, "My name, is Sherlock Holmes." He said, his voice giving away every ounce of irritation and frustration he felt towards the woman. He thinks I'm an idiot. "Well, it's been a pleasure to meet you Mr Holmes, now if you could just show yourself out of my flat-" He cut her off," I believe you didn't hear me properly the second time Miss Gelson, I am Sherlock Holmes" He paused for dramatic effect, and was let down when there was no sign of recognition from the other party. Now it was Cecelia's turn to get annoyed, "Do I really look like I care about who you are?" "Well, you did ask." His tone was factual, irritating.
"I may have asked, and now I'm asking you to leave my house before I call the police." He looked amused in the half light," I know the Detective Inspector on a personal basis, so that wouldn't be very useful now would it." Something inside her snapped. Law book in hand, she hit the man on the head. Repeatedly.
The man, or Mr Holmes as he claimed himself to be, tried to push her off, but passed out after the fifth blow, after which Cecelia proceeded to tie him up with a bit of rope she had lying around. Once he was secured in place, she went downstairs and woke Mrs Hudson up to inform her about the intruder.
"So you're telling me that you know this man?" She gestured at the mildly annoyed looking man sitting on the other couch. "Well yes dear, he was the previous tenant, I told you so. You must have heard about him on the news a few years ago, yes?" Mr Holmes spoke, "Mrs Hudson, of course she wouldn't know about me, she's American." Cecelia looked at the man, still annoyed, "I may have lived there Mr Holmes, but that doesn't mean I am one of them." "A matter dependant completely on perspective." The man was crazy.
"Well Mr Holmes, it was great meeting you. Now if you could just leave so that I can go back to sleep" She stood up to usher him out of her flat. "And before you remind me who you are again, I already know."
"I'd love to leave Miss Gelson, but I'm afraid I'm staying here." He didn't even ask for permission. The nerve. "No you're not. Get up and get out." Mrs Hudson tried to interrupt, "I'm sure we can settle all of this-""I lived here before you did and almost all of the furniture is mine. I'm staying." Point noted.
"While you may have lived here earlier, Mr Holmes, you did leave. Thus, all of your belongings now belong to the landlady, or the next tenant. All property left behind and not claimed is passed on. If you wanted to get all of your things back, you may have contacted Mrs Hudson within six months of having terminated your tenancy." She smiled at him, confident that she had won this argument. It pays to be a lawyer sometimes.
"That would have held true, Miss Gelson, if I had not terminated my tenancy by dying."
It took her a moment to comprehend what he had said. "By…dying?"
He looked at her as if she was an idiot. "Yes, by dying." In the moment of silence that followed, she realised she didn't really have much ground. If Mrs Hudson knew him, and trusted him, that will have to be enough for the moment.
"Fine Mr Holmes, you can stay" He looked pleased with himself, "Of course I can, it's my flat," She shot him a dirty look, but he continued anyways, "Now if you could just vacate my couch, it would be perfect." "And if you could stop being such an arrogant sod, that would be great too" She smiled at him coldly, but he just rolled his eyes. "Well, that was enough chit chat for tonight. Now I'm going to bed. Goodnight Mrs Hudson, Mr Holmes." Mrs Hudson wished them a good night too before leaving. Only once the door was shut firmly behind her did Cecelia ask her new flatmate how he had 'died'.
"I thought you were going to go to sleep." He didn't even look at her when he answered. He was too busy observing the flat.
"I may have wanted a few answers first."
"Well, I obviously didn't die. My death was faked."
"Okay, and why did you have to that?"
"Why don't you just Google my name sometime?"
"Why don't you just answer my questions so that I can go back to sleep?"
"Mainly because I find it mundane and annoying."
"Well, I think you're annoying." She paused, "But you are my flatmate so we might as well get to know each other a little bit. What's your job?"
"I'm a consulting detective."
"A what?"
"You really are as stupid as you look aren't you."
She shot him a look, "Don't look at me like that, almost everyone is. I invented the job. When people can't solve their crimes, they come to me."
"A consulting detective. So why did you have to fake your own death?"
"Personal reasons."
"Of course."
She paused a second before getting up, "Well, I have to go sleep. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me tomorrow when I'm back from college."She walked away, but paused before leaving the room, "Goodnight Mr Holmes" "Call me Sherlock" She shot him another look, "Nope" No way she was calling that pompous ass by his first name. "Suit yourself.", he sounded amused. The annoying crud.
She had only been in bed for about two minutes when the door to her bedroom opened, 'What do you want now?"
Sherlock let out a sigh of frustration, "I want my bedroom back."
"You were dead for two years, come to terms with it."
He didn't say anything, just got into the other side of the bed.
"The hell do you think you're doing?"
"Going to sleep in my bed"
Cecelia made a noise of frustration and went back to trying to get some sleep.
"I hope you die a painful death Mr Holmes."
"Go to sleep Cecelia"
"Go die."
"Already have."
"Goodnight Sherlock."
"I thought you didn't want to call me by my first name."
"Goodnight Sherlock."The bed shook slightly as he laughed.
Soo, that was it for our first chapter. What do you guys think? R&R please? (Pretty please? It makes me feel good about life)
If I'm going OOC anywhere, PLEASE TELL ME. I find OOC Sherlock quite annoying, but its difficult to keep him in character, so yeah.
~Lils.