An Oriental Twist

by Kabuuanpisika

My name is John Watson, and this is the story of my best friend and flat mate, Sherlock Holmes. Sherlock is an odd and rather great woman. The adventures of the "Orient" throw us for a loop. You never know what might happen, and I'd never imagine being anywhere else. Join me as we venture through London, England; fighting off the poetic foe for the sake of the case. The Game Is On!

3. Chapter 3

I do not own Sherlock. BBC owns it... duh

I stood there for a moment in awe and disbelief. "That was-"

"Asinine? Over the top? Rude-" Sherlock interrupted.

"No, I was going to say incredible." I said looking into her eyes with all of my rage from earlier disappearing.

Sherlock's eyes turned soft for a brief moment, "Uh…. Well, thank you Dr. Watson…" she stuttered.

"Sorry." I replied sheepishly.

"No no no. It's fine. Nice actually." Sherlock replied with a slight smile.

I folded my arms behind my back, "Um, do pray tell, how you knew that I needed a flat mate?" I asked biting my bottom lip in anticipation.

"Well, um, I recognized you from the flyer you put up about needing a flat mate last week. I saw you when I was chasing Denmo and thought that I might as well ask you if you still needed a flat mate."

I chuckled a bit at the response. "Sherlock Holmes. You are indeed an interesting and amusing woman."

"Thank you Dr. Watson. And the answer is yes." She said turning back around, walking away.

My facial expression changed to a now more confused one, I started walking after her. "What do you mean 'yes'?" I asked.

"Yes Dr. Watson, I will be your flat mate. When you're ready to check the place out go to 221B Baker Street. Do you understand?" She laughed, grabbing her phone out of her pocket. "I sent the address to your mobile."

We continued to walk, "How in the bloody hell did you get the number for my mobile?!" I asked checking the messages for my phone.

"I have the British Government practically in my back pocket." She laughed.

I caught up with Sherlock and walked by her side. "So you're some kind of 'knight' for the queen?"

"Hahaha, no Dr. Watson. Not the queen, a queen." She laughed.

"Which queen?" I asked.

Sherlock just smiled as she flagged down a cab. "Meet me at 221B at your earliest convenience."

She opened the door to the cab and slid inside. I looked down at her, "Ok. Um. How will I know that you'll be there?"

"I'll text you. Laterz." She said as she closed the door giving the cabbie the 'go ahead' to drive away.

I looked down at my mobile. The text message read 'Come to 221B Baker Street at your earliest convenience- SH'. "I wonder what it would have been like bringing up such a hell-raiser." I flagged down my own cabbie and went back to my one-bedroom apartment.

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