I'm Coming Home
A Johnlock Fanfiction
CHAPTER TWO
As Harriet Watson moved into her new flat after rehabilitation due to Clara's
disappearance, She couldn't help but look up to the sky, relieve to see it, and say a good luck prayer, 'Let's hope my life from now on isn't as screwed up as the one before rehab' she muttered under her breath.
"Yes, me too" someone behind her said. She looked at the door of her flat, too shocked to look at the unknown person behind her.
When she finally mustered up the courage to look behind her, she felt relieved. It was just a tall man draped in a black coat, a navy blue scarf placed around his pale neck to keep him from the cold, a purple dress shirt fit perfectly against his body, sea green eyes that you would be able to get lost in, and cheekbones you could cut yourself on. Nothing new.
"Who are you, and what are you doing standing in front of my luggage?" she asked curiously. The man held out his hand to shake.
"My name is Sherlock Holmes, I'm a…..a baker, and your new neighbor." Sherlock flashed a toothy grin but Harry saw right through it.
"You aren't my next door neighbor, Mr. Winter is, and aren't you supposed to be
dead?" Sherlock let out a half frustrated half angry moan from the back of his throat
and she smiled.
"Fancy fish and chips, dead guy?" Sherlock just started walking to the
other sidewalk crossing the street.
"Oi! Where are you going?" she shouted, chasing
after him.
"I know this great fish and chips shop; the owner always gives me extra
portions."
'as long as it's extra portions', Harry thought.
Harry liked him, he was witty, and she could tell he was smart. Perfectly John's type; Harry wondered what it was like to live with him; 'he must be a nuisance with all he felt like he had to express and share with the world' she thought. She laughed silently to herself, her sarcasm was unmatched.
"So tell me about yourself. Let me guess, only one in the world?" She asked and Sherlock rapidly turned around and looked at her so fast she tripped backwards despite the helping hand of the slender man.
"Watch yourself, you could get hurt." he said, but Harry with a quick reply to everything and replied "Bloody good that does me now, Great Sherlock Holmes!" Sherlock smiled and thought 'Just like her brother, it seems'.
Harry stood up and a few minutes later they were sitting on a bench with the best fish and chips in town.
"Sherlock?" Harry asked, always curious about the world.
"You say you're a consulting detective, can you detect something about me?" Sherlock looked at her in amusement, an expression that did not quite suit his face, she noticed, but then Sherlock began to speak, only to correct her.
"It's deduce, what can I deduce about you, not detect about you." he answered coldly and discreetly.
"Oh, well then, Sherlock Holmes, what can you deduce about me? Can you tell me my life story or not?" Before she could even finish her sentence Sherlock responded.
"I can tell you've never had a good home life and lived in poverty because you were disowned by your parents at the age of nine because the clothes you wear are from the thrift shop and you are used to them but always felt the polyester was a bit too rough because you shift in it uncomfortably but you have no memory of doing so. You have a twitch in your left hand meaning you are a lefty, and you usually stretch your hand after you type, which means your previous job was as a secretary or journalist, but the way you have a quick tongue for answers helps me deduce that you're a secretary, for you need to be fast responding for your daily job. You have black hair, but your original hair is blonde because your hair follicles are dry, used and your roots are showing only slightly. I can also tell you're a lesbian, because the way you look at men with scorn, but you look at women with sadness meaning that your girlfriend, no wife, left you and you have a secret hate for men because you were probably laughed at in your childhood for acting too much like a girl because you have traits acquired from men, but not from your father, because he walked out on your family shortly before your mother, but your brother, who stayed with you as you got when you got dumped you out into the streets." Harry Watson just gawked at Sherlock.
Sherlock seemed cold, distant, and rude at first but when he told her the story of her life she just uttered the only word she could think of "Amazing". Sherlock smiled, thinking those were the same words his soul mate said when they first met.
"You think so?" and Harry smiled.
"My brother told me about you, Sherlock. He said you were the best and wisest man he's ever met. He said you were amazing, and that you always looked absolutely stunning in that hat, the deerstalker hat, you looked gorgeous. I talked with him, in rehab. He was the happiest he's ever been, he was... Glowing." She finished and Sherlock looked like he was about to cry of joy.
"I was happy with him too." Sherlock whispered, almost unbearable to anyone except Harry. "Come on, Sherlock. You, mister, are coming home with me. Let's go".
Sherlock, as if in a trance, got up and followed Harry a few blocks from Baker Street. A few blocks from John Watson.