Falling, falling, falling. Deep voices.

It felt like I was falling forever, until I hit the ground. My eyes flew open. Phew, it was just a dream.

"Are you ok miss?" asked a man's voice. It was then that I realised I was lying on a sofa, in a room I did not recognise.

I ignored the man's question. Something had caught my eye.

"What is that smiley face on the wall?" I asked.

"My… flatmate. Ah, he gets bored sometimes and shoots the wall." I looked shocked at his answer.

Are you ok?" he asked again.

"Yeah. Well, I think I am." I looked at the man for the first time. He was standing next to the sofa and looked rather short. In fact, he looked like what I had always imagined Bilbo Baggins looked like.

"I'm John Watson." He offered. "And you are?"

I sat up, if only a little too fast. I felt very dizzy as I replied with, "Luce… Luce Moss. Where am I?" I looked around me again.

"221b, Baker Street." John saw me staring at a skull on the mantelpiece.

"Ah, yes. The skull. That's my flatmate's 'friend', as he calls it. Honestly, I think that it was his only real friend before me." He chuckled. I didn't get the joke.

"Who is this flatmate of yours?" I asked, slightly warily.

"He is…" We heard a bang from downstairs. "Home."

"Make us a pot of tea, would you Mrs Hudson?" said the same deep voice from the footpath.

The man belonging to the voice strode in through the door just as another voice downstairs said "Just this once dear; I'm not your housekeeper!" This one sounded like it belonged to a little old lady.

This new man gestured to me. "Who is this then?"

John opened his mouth to speak, but before he got any words out the man changed his mind.

"Never mind. I know who she is now anyway." He paused.

"Go on then." John sighed.

"Mid-twenties, office worker." I stood up. He looked me up and down then continued.

"Not very fashionable. Has had two, no, three late nights in the past week." He looked at John. "Should I continue?"

"No. I think we've seen enough of your 'massive intellect' for the moment."

I studied this strange new man. He was looking at his hands, slowly taking off black leather gloves. He was quite tall, I would say around six foot, had black curly hair and cheekbones you could cut yourself on. He was taking off a blue scarf and his coat now. He looked at me inquiringly.

"Something the matter?"

"H… How did you know all that about me?" I stuttered. " I've never met you in my life."

I felt a confused blush creep up my cheeks. He was staring at me intensely with the most amazing blue eyes I had ever seen.

"Oh god." John mumbled under his breath. "Here we go again..."

"Your face structure and height says mid-twenties, the way you hold yourself says office worker. Obviously. I could also tell that by your ankles. You should probably get them checked." He took a breath. "You aren't very fashion conscious because what you are wearing is the fashion of 2007-2008 and you are showing symptoms of tiredness. Mainly black rings under your eyes and you have quite sluggish movements, but that could also be because you just suffered a concussion." I frowned and sat back on the sofa.

"Ok, you know about me. But who are you?" I asked

"Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes."

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A/N

Sooo... Luce has just met the famed detective, but I'm afraid it may be a while until I update again... I need to find what else I have written, and type it up (I don't know where my papers are... :/ ). That may be a while, as I am in the middle of my Level 1/2 exams and freaking out a bit...

Also, I'm a bit stuck as to where to go next, so any feedback/stimulus would be extremely appreciated! I will have plenty of time to write soon, as it is holidays in about 2 weeks. :)

P.S. Can't wait till the 23rd/24th! :) (of November)