This fic is dedicated to Rockztar. It's not quite a 221B, but I wanted to post it anyway.
One evening, while my wife and I were enjoying a quiet night at home, a young lady came in. Mary stood and greeted her warmly. "Zaria, how nice to see you! John, this is Azaria Bankers. Zaria, my husband John Watson."
At the mention of my name, the young woman started. "Doctor Watson, the writer for the Strand?"
"Yes, that is I."
Miss Bankers smiled widely. "What good fortune! My sister is such a fan, she has read all your stories. I had come to see Mary, but to meet you as well is a marvelous surprise. My sister would be jealous."
"How is your sister?" Mary inquired.
Miss Bankers looked very sad. "Very unfortunate, I'm afraid."
Mary looked worried. "Is she ill?"
"Worse," Miss Bankers said with a sad countenance. "She's married."
"Why, that's wonderful news! When was she married?" Mary asked.
"She was married just last Thursday, and is yet on honeymoon, or I should have asked her assistance." At this admittance, the young lady looked highly embarrassed. "I'm so sorry, I had not meant to say anything."
"Nonsense, Azaria, I will do whatever within my power to help you. Now, what is your trouble?"
"I am afraid I very much need a place to stay," Azaria said. "May I stay here for a time?"
Mary looked at me. "John?"
What was I to say against two women looking at me so beseechingly?
