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Samie rushed down the stairs, Mrs. Hudson had said she had mail for her. She stumbled over something on the steps and tripped down the stairs. Its wasn't as long as a fall as she'd thought it would be. She looked up and saw a blondish man holding her up.
"You alright Miss?" He asked. Samie stood up and dusted herself off. "Oh...uh, Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks for the save. Weren't for you, I'd be a stain on the floor." She chuckled nervously. "Well, don't let my flat mate hear that, he's gone crazy hoping for another case. Honestly he lives for murders. Right, I'm John Watson, by the way." He held out his hand to shake her's.
"I'm Samaria, But you can call me Samie." Samie and John both shook hands, smiling. "Well, uh. I'm off, then." Samie pointed to the stairs and began down them. John shrugged and followed down, seeming since there was no other way to the door.
Mrs. Hudson stood holding a few letters and envelopes. "Oh, thank you, Mrs. Hudson. You're a saint!" Samie praised, grabbing her mail. "Oh, these are for Sherlock, these are for you." She gave Samie two of the letters and a box. Mrs. Hudson then gave the rest of the mail to John.
"Thanks Mrs. Hudson. Cases?" He shuffled the papers in his hands. Mrs. Hudson nodded and turned back to her files.
John and Samie both climbed the staircase again. "So, you moved into the flat above ours, then?" He asked. "Yep. It's not very big, but it's in well condition." Samie replied.
John got to his door and frowned before he opened it. "If you hear yelling, or gunshots, don't be frightened." "Why? What would be happening?"
He held up his hand and opened the door, motioning to a tall man with dark curls playing the violin. "Thats why." He sighed.
Sherlock stopped and leapt over to John, snatching the letters from him. "Finally! Nope. Boring. Boring. Bori- Wait... perhaps." He threw down the notes, hesitating on one.
Samie smiled, patting John's shoulder. "I'll talk to you sometime, yeah?" John nodded as she jogged up to her flat's door.
She sighed as she plopped down on her sofa. Samie looked down at her mail. The package had blue wrapping on it. 'How peculiar.' she thought, cautiously opening the box. Inside it held a small, wooden, blue jewelry box and a journal.
A note was attached to the jewelry box.
~ Found this in the chest by the TARDIS console, thought you might want it back.
Always thinking of you, The Doctor. ~
Samie grumbled to herself for a moment, then tossed the note in the trash. She didn't want to think about him anymore.
A/n
The third chapter to my first Wholock Fanfic! Still hope you guys like reading it as much as I like writing it! :3 please leave any suggestions down below and/or comment and tell me what you think about this story. For now, but not for always...
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