Author's Note:
Thanks to all my reviewers!! I appreciate your reviews sooooo much!!
Heaps of candy to Katrina4, Beverly, Sigerson, Carolinus Took, Ptashas Leri, dixielou, nath, Queen of Spain, Hil, Mianne (UPDATE PLEASE!), Scarlett, !! Thanks guys!!
Sorry for the delay in this chapter. I've been an evil writer and haven't been updating that much! Thanks to Mianne I got off my lazy bum and started to finish this chapter. By the way I HIGHLY recommend reading Mianne's story "Lady of Sherwood: Robin Hood and Marian"!! It seriously is AWESOME!
Well, here comes the fic and enjoy!!
Have you ever experienced the feeling of waking up somewhere and totally forgetting where you are? Well, that was exactly how I felt when I woke up the next morning. First my eyes opened to see a strange, loomy, grey ceiling and then darted around to see shelves of books and other simple accessories that looked like antiques. Then it hit me. The truth of what happened yesterday slammed into my brain, the scenes all coming back.
I was still in my tourist clothes and I could hear my stomach growling. Almost afraid to confront Watson or Holmes in the next room, I peaked through the old-fashioned key hole. Watson was sitting in the large armchair reading a newspaper and Holmes was no where to be seen.
I opened the door, making it creak loudly and Watson jumped when he saw me. "Good heavens Audrey," he chuckled, "It's almost noon." Hmmm, kind of odd, I thought in my head. Doesn't he even doubt my existence and what happened last night?
"Sorry," I murmured sleepily. "Time travel is quite exhausting." He chuckled at my corny joke.
"Mrs. Hudson has breakfast downstairs for you," he said, resuming reading his weekly bulletin.
"Okay," I yawned again, stretching my arms, opening the door and trotting down the stairs. "Excuse me," I announced, tapping on the door frame as I reached the kitchen, "Mrs. Hudson?"
"Alright, alright," a voice yelled, coming from an open door leading down into a cellar. "Coming."
"Hello, I'm Audrey; can I help you out there?" I asked her as she came up the cellar steps carrying large boxes in her hands.
"No, no," I'm fine," she said annoyed, nudging me aside and setting the items on the table. "Here's your breakfast," she said pointing to a plate of cold eggs and ham."
"Thank you," I said politely and began to eat. Mrs. Hudson sat down opposite and watched me for a few minutes.
"I don't believe your tale," she said abruptly, "I don't think what your saying is true, and honestly I think Dr. Watson and Mr. Holmes are making a mistake by letting you stay here."
"I'm sorry, reall-" I started, but she cut me off with a stern look.
"Now, if you can prove to me that you're a decent woman with good morals then I approve of letting you stay under my roof. But Dr. Watson and Mr. Holmes are MY tenants and you wouldn't want them kicked out because of you, would you?"
"No, of course not-"
"I'm a god-fearing woman and there are certain rules that you will have to follow when you stay here."
"Okay, I-"
"First, every Sunday morning you will go to church at St. Paul's cathedral with me. Second, you will be inside before nine o'clock and thirdly you will not wear those improper clothes you are wearing."
"Of course not," I laughed, "I wouldn't dream of it."
"Maybe Mrs. Watson has some clothes that you could wear, I have a few but I'm not sure if they would fit you," she said, looking me up and down with a critical eye.
"Thank you, Mrs. Hudson," I started to say but she nodded her head and waved her hands impatiently.
"You need a place to stay and I won't be letting you stay in with two men, one engaged and the other a bachelor. There is an empty room on the top floor that you could use, but you will need to find a job to pay for it."
"Yes!! Could I possibly use that room?" I pounced. Ever since I had entered that room, it sort of seemed special to me. Like a place that I could depend on. The only problem I had now was finding a job. And considering my education, High School and a few classes in art, I wasn't qualified for much.
"Mrs. Hudson, do you think you could help me get a job?" I asked, leaning on the door frame as she started to scrub some dishes.
"I'll try if you give me some time," she retorted angrily as a dish clattered to the floor and she weakly tried to bend down and get it. "These knees," she hissed softly, her face beet red from bending over.
I had a sense that it was an opportunity for some 'bonding' time, as me and my mother used to call it. So I pulled out a chair for her to sit and took over the dish cleaning duty. From the brief minutes I had encountered Mrs. Hudson, she seemed like a more 'pmsy' version of my Great-aunt Mabel. But I have the insane theory that two women can become friends, no matter their differences. Despite the time they live in, age and past.
"Let me help," I said, starting to scrub the dishware.
"Thank you," she said softly. "Now tell me about yourself."
So during the next three hours I was with Mrs. Hudson, I gradually began to know the woman. I learned about her husband who died, and her barren state of living without children. I began to see through her eyes what life was like in the 1880's as a widow. And oddly enough, I began to see the start of a friendship beginning.
Author's Note:
Sorry, short chapter I know. I don't know about the truth of how Mrs. Hudson's husband died, or if she was truly barren. It just is that way in my story. I will really start to move into the plot in the next chapter. This didn't have much importance and stuff but maybe some fluff will come next. Wink, wink. Gracias to Hil for beta(ing) this for me! Well please review! Thanks oh so MUCH!
Kelsey
P.S. Just for fun and I'm actually watching the movie rite now, what's movie is this quote from?
"Those men that bled the ground red at Falkirk, they fought for William Wallace and he fights for something I've never had, but I took it from him and I saw it in his face on the battlefield......I want to believe like he does."
LOVE THAT MOVIE!
(Beta Note: OH! I KNOW, I KNOW! :D I won't tell though. Cause I'm a good little beta. Oh yea, ANGUS IS HOT!)
Thanks to all my reviewers!! I appreciate your reviews sooooo much!!
Heaps of candy to Katrina4, Beverly, Sigerson, Carolinus Took, Ptashas Leri, dixielou, nath, Queen of Spain, Hil, Mianne (UPDATE PLEASE!), Scarlett, !! Thanks guys!!
Sorry for the delay in this chapter. I've been an evil writer and haven't been updating that much! Thanks to Mianne I got off my lazy bum and started to finish this chapter. By the way I HIGHLY recommend reading Mianne's story "Lady of Sherwood: Robin Hood and Marian"!! It seriously is AWESOME!
Well, here comes the fic and enjoy!!
Have you ever experienced the feeling of waking up somewhere and totally forgetting where you are? Well, that was exactly how I felt when I woke up the next morning. First my eyes opened to see a strange, loomy, grey ceiling and then darted around to see shelves of books and other simple accessories that looked like antiques. Then it hit me. The truth of what happened yesterday slammed into my brain, the scenes all coming back.
I was still in my tourist clothes and I could hear my stomach growling. Almost afraid to confront Watson or Holmes in the next room, I peaked through the old-fashioned key hole. Watson was sitting in the large armchair reading a newspaper and Holmes was no where to be seen.
I opened the door, making it creak loudly and Watson jumped when he saw me. "Good heavens Audrey," he chuckled, "It's almost noon." Hmmm, kind of odd, I thought in my head. Doesn't he even doubt my existence and what happened last night?
"Sorry," I murmured sleepily. "Time travel is quite exhausting." He chuckled at my corny joke.
"Mrs. Hudson has breakfast downstairs for you," he said, resuming reading his weekly bulletin.
"Okay," I yawned again, stretching my arms, opening the door and trotting down the stairs. "Excuse me," I announced, tapping on the door frame as I reached the kitchen, "Mrs. Hudson?"
"Alright, alright," a voice yelled, coming from an open door leading down into a cellar. "Coming."
"Hello, I'm Audrey; can I help you out there?" I asked her as she came up the cellar steps carrying large boxes in her hands.
"No, no," I'm fine," she said annoyed, nudging me aside and setting the items on the table. "Here's your breakfast," she said pointing to a plate of cold eggs and ham."
"Thank you," I said politely and began to eat. Mrs. Hudson sat down opposite and watched me for a few minutes.
"I don't believe your tale," she said abruptly, "I don't think what your saying is true, and honestly I think Dr. Watson and Mr. Holmes are making a mistake by letting you stay here."
"I'm sorry, reall-" I started, but she cut me off with a stern look.
"Now, if you can prove to me that you're a decent woman with good morals then I approve of letting you stay under my roof. But Dr. Watson and Mr. Holmes are MY tenants and you wouldn't want them kicked out because of you, would you?"
"No, of course not-"
"I'm a god-fearing woman and there are certain rules that you will have to follow when you stay here."
"Okay, I-"
"First, every Sunday morning you will go to church at St. Paul's cathedral with me. Second, you will be inside before nine o'clock and thirdly you will not wear those improper clothes you are wearing."
"Of course not," I laughed, "I wouldn't dream of it."
"Maybe Mrs. Watson has some clothes that you could wear, I have a few but I'm not sure if they would fit you," she said, looking me up and down with a critical eye.
"Thank you, Mrs. Hudson," I started to say but she nodded her head and waved her hands impatiently.
"You need a place to stay and I won't be letting you stay in with two men, one engaged and the other a bachelor. There is an empty room on the top floor that you could use, but you will need to find a job to pay for it."
"Yes!! Could I possibly use that room?" I pounced. Ever since I had entered that room, it sort of seemed special to me. Like a place that I could depend on. The only problem I had now was finding a job. And considering my education, High School and a few classes in art, I wasn't qualified for much.
"Mrs. Hudson, do you think you could help me get a job?" I asked, leaning on the door frame as she started to scrub some dishes.
"I'll try if you give me some time," she retorted angrily as a dish clattered to the floor and she weakly tried to bend down and get it. "These knees," she hissed softly, her face beet red from bending over.
I had a sense that it was an opportunity for some 'bonding' time, as me and my mother used to call it. So I pulled out a chair for her to sit and took over the dish cleaning duty. From the brief minutes I had encountered Mrs. Hudson, she seemed like a more 'pmsy' version of my Great-aunt Mabel. But I have the insane theory that two women can become friends, no matter their differences. Despite the time they live in, age and past.
"Let me help," I said, starting to scrub the dishware.
"Thank you," she said softly. "Now tell me about yourself."
So during the next three hours I was with Mrs. Hudson, I gradually began to know the woman. I learned about her husband who died, and her barren state of living without children. I began to see through her eyes what life was like in the 1880's as a widow. And oddly enough, I began to see the start of a friendship beginning.
Author's Note:
Sorry, short chapter I know. I don't know about the truth of how Mrs. Hudson's husband died, or if she was truly barren. It just is that way in my story. I will really start to move into the plot in the next chapter. This didn't have much importance and stuff but maybe some fluff will come next. Wink, wink. Gracias to Hil for beta(ing) this for me! Well please review! Thanks oh so MUCH!
Kelsey
P.S. Just for fun and I'm actually watching the movie rite now, what's movie is this quote from?
"Those men that bled the ground red at Falkirk, they fought for William Wallace and he fights for something I've never had, but I took it from him and I saw it in his face on the battlefield......I want to believe like he does."
LOVE THAT MOVIE!
(Beta Note: OH! I KNOW, I KNOW! :D I won't tell though. Cause I'm a good little beta. Oh yea, ANGUS IS HOT!)