Stripped
Disclaimer: The only people I won are Ben and Chester Meroff. Don't use them without asking. New character came to mind. Ms. Welsh, the crazy lady and her kids. Don't use them without asking either.
Author's Note: Ben came into my mind one day while I was daydreaming and pestered me until I wrote a story. So here it is. Not my best work, but I'll post it anyway. I have no idea where Chester came from.
Side Note: I finally got smart and began typing under Word instead of Notepad. No more misspelled words.
"I can't believe the nerve of that woman!" Basil seethed, sitting in his chair and pressing a blood spotted cloth to his nose, trying to stop the bleeding. Dawson was next to him, keeping his head tilted back.
"Well, you shouldn't have egged her on," Dawson scolded, keeping Basil from tipping his head forward.
"After I was nice enough to let her stay in my house, she had the nerve to go and pull a stunt like that," Basil continued seething, ignoring Dawson's comment. "And to think, I was starting to actually like her a little." A blush formed on Basil's cheeks at that comment and he quickly shut his mouth. Dawson just grinned slightly.
Ben walked down the starlit street, her hands shoved angrily in her pockets. Damn that mouse! He's so cold. Would it hurt him to show some concern? She angrily kicked a stray stone down into the gutter. And to think, she actually thought he was cute. She continued walking, not sure where she was going. She just wanted to get as far from Baker Street as possible. She turned a corner, not even bothering to look up, and collided with a gray lady mouse in a blue bustled dress and a big, feathered black hat.
"Sorry," Ben mumbled, looking up at the lady.
"Oh that's quite all right," She told her, smiling gently.
"If you'll excuse me, I'll be on my way," Ben said, trying to go around the lady, but the lady reached out and caught her wrist.
"Don't." Ben said, ripping her wrist out of the lady's hand.
"Oh sorry. Would you like to stay the night at my house? You look like you need a good night sleep, some nice clothes, and something to eat," The lady told Ben, her green eyes traveling over Ben's clothes.
"I really wish I could but-" Ben started to say, trying to be as polite as possible when the lady waved her hand to silence Ben.
"Nonsense, you're never too busy for dinner and a good night sleep," The lady said, taking Ben's sleeve this time and pulling her along.
"I really need to-would you let go? I got to-"Ben stammered, trying to pull her as the lady pulled her through the streets and down alleys and feeling slightly dizzy.
"Honestly, I can't stay, I got to go find-" Ben started to protest again, but the lady stopped in the middle of an alley and looked Ben right in the eye.
"Don't you want a nice home cooked meal and a nice soft bed to sleep in?" The lady asked, a pleading look forming in her green eyes. Ben thought for a minute. A soft bed and hot food did sound good. No, she needed to get Chester, NOW! Eh, he can wait. Where's he going to go?
"Fine. I'll stay, but just for tonight. I really need to go after that," Ben said firmly, leaving no room for arguments.
"Good," The lady said happily, clapping her black-gloved hands together. "My name is Ms. Welsh by the way. What's yours?"
"Ben."
"Ben? That's an awful peculiar name for a girl." Ms. Welsh commented.
"It was my father's name," Ben told her. "I was really close to him," She then shut her mouth. What was she doing? Giving out personal information to strangers in alleyways.
"What about your Mummy's name? Why not take hers?" Ms. Welsh asked. Ben just shut her eyes and shook her head, not wanting to give out any more information.
"Oh, I'm sorry dear. Let's get you home," Ms. Welsh told her quietly, grabbing her sleeve and leading her out of the alley and to a big, gray house, with big bay windows, under which grew red roses. Ms. Welsh led her behind the rose bushes and to what looked like a smaller version of the house, minus the rose bushes.
"You're going to like it. The kids will be glad to see a new face in the house," Me. Welsh beamed, opening the elaborately carved wooden door and opened it, nudging Ben in first.
"Nice house," She commented, looking at the spacious living room with its lush velvet furniture and crystal figurines perched onto shelves that went along the walls. She stepped onto the Oriental rug, admiring its plush texture. It even had a fireplace, which wasn't lit yet, but it probably was going to be soon.
"Kids! Mummy brought home a visitor!" Me. Welsh trilled, sounding a lot like a songbird. Three well dressed, well groomed mice walked into the living room from the dining room. One was a boy, around twenty, with brown fur, short black hair, brown eyes, and a handsome face. The other two were girls. One was around ten, with gray fur, teal eyes and dark blond hair. The last one was eight, with the same gray fur, wide brown eyes, and black hair.
"Now, James, Hilda, Grace, this is Ben," Ms. Welsh told her kids.
"Are you a girl? You have girl eyes." The eight year old, Grace, asked Ben innocently.
"Mind your matters Grace, that's not polite," Ms. Welsh scolded gently. "Now, why don't you wash and dress for dinner. There are clothes in the wardrobe upstairs that should fit you. James, show our guest to their room," She told the male, and shooed the others off to the dining area.
"I see your mother's latest guest," He said to Ben, grinning slightly. She just cast a glance in his direction.
"Follow me. The room's right down the hall," He told her, gesturing for her to follow. She followed, keeping her eyes on him at all times. As they walked down the painting lined corridor, she noticed that James kept casting glances over his shoulder at her. That was making her uncomfortable.
"Here it is. I hope you find the accommodations pleasurable," He told her, opening the door for her. She edged her way through, not breaking eye contact. When she was safely in the room, he looked her up and down, and then shut the door with a click.
"I have to keep a close eye on that one. He's no good," Ben thought to herself as she sat down on the blue, down comforter on the big, spacious bed in the center of the room. She scratched at the wounds on her muzzle, half wondering why the lady didn't ask about them, and half wondering what the hell she was going to reach Chester.
You're probably thinking "What a pointless chapter." Don't worry though; these guys are going to serve some purpose later on. Sit tight, more coming soon!